A good-hearted old Sardarji taxi driver expedited Shyam Bhatya’s entry into this world, rushing him to hospital, at a time when Sardarji taxi drivers were ubiquitous on the Kolkata street scene. Schooled in the Himalayan mountains as a boarder for eight years, Shyam Bhatya did his graduation with English Literature from Kolkata, before easing himself into a career he thought he was cut out for, but later discovered to be myopic, to say the least.
A decade on and off in Advertising as a copywriter and artist urged Shyam to move on in life. In the late eighties, he migrated to the United States, and soon found work as a Copy Editor with an international textbook publishing company. Five years later, bullied by economic happenstance, he switched to selling Insurance and Real Estate, which again was interspersed with a short stint as a financial writer. The bug that bit him then in college has again resurfaced, evidence this blog, which is like a clothesline with essays, commentary, poems, illustration, and occasional cartoons hung out to dry.
Shyam Bhatya is a free-wheeling artist and writer domiciled as they insist in saying “in the land of the free, home of the brave.” He considers himself an aspiring gentleman, one-time wicket keeper, a tree hugger, and butterfly chaser in his spare time. A final note for visitors: Feedback and comments regarding contents posted on this blog are always welcome. Nothing stirs the idle mind like wayward thought and sub-divided attention.