Standing tall amidst the bustling streets of Kolkata,
the Octagon Building..often referred to as Madho Bhawan in local lore,is a silent witness to the city's rich cultural and architectural heritage. Built in 1922, this historical structure is located on Mahatma Gandhi Road.
While some local stories attribute its creation to Raja Madho Das Agarwal, a prominent Rajasthani businessman and philanthropist.. there are no concrete records to verify this claim. What remains certain, however, is the building's significance as an early shelter for Rajasthani merchants who migrated to Kolkata in search of better business opportunities. The proximity of the building to bustling marketplaces made it an ideal residence for many of them.
The intricate design and the grandeur of the building's walls still echo the essence of British era Kolkata. Today.. it stands as a blend of history and architecture, embodying stories of a bygone era that continue to fascinate.
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📌 Madho Bhawan, Mahatma Gandhi Rd, Calcutta University, College Square, Kolkata, West Bengal 700073
বাঘমুণ্ডির নলেন গুড়: মিষ্টির স্বাদে শীতের গল্প
আপনারা কি বিশ্বাস করবেন? যদি বলি, পুরুলিয়ার বাঘমুণ্ডি গ্রামে নলেন গুড় তৈরির সূচনা করেছিলেন গ্রামেরই একজন বাসিন্দা, আজহার মণ্ডল। প্রায় ৪০ বছর ধরে এই কাজে যুক্ত আছেন তিনি। তাঁর থেকেই শুরু হয় এই গ্রামে গুড় বানানোর গল্প। শীতের নলেন গুড় আর গ্রামবাংলার সম্পর্ক প্রাচীনকাল থেকে অটুট। সেই সম্পর্ক আজও জীবন্ত। বাঘমুণ্ডির প্রতিটি কোণে শীতকালে নলেন গুড় তৈরি হয়। তাহলে ধরেই নেওয়া যায়, এই গ্রামে আজকের নলেন গুড়ের ইতিহাস প্রায় ৪০ বছরের পুরনো।
ভোর সাড়ে তিনটা থেকে ছ'টা পর্যন্ত খেজুর গাছের রস সংগ্রহ করা হয়। তারপর সেই রস পৌঁছে যায় চুল্লির ধারে, যেখানে কাঠের আগুনে ফুটতে থাকে সোনালি তরল। এখান থেকেই তৈরি হয় সুগন্ধী নলেন গুড় আর পাটালি। তারপর সেই গুড় গ্রামের স্থানীয় বাজারে এবং কলকাতার বিভিন্ন জায়গায় বিক্রির জন্য পাঠানো হয়। শীতের সকালে নলেন গুড়ের গ
December comes with a new charm, as Calcutta embraces its misty morning whispers. The fog blankets the streets, the city's soul wrapped in winter's embrace. ‘कलकत्ते जैसा शहर तो रूहे जमीं पे नहीं’where every corner tells a story, and every breath feels like poetry.
["বছর গেল, বছর এল, জীবন শিখিয়ে গেল কিছু হারানো, কিছু পাওয়ার গল্প।"
Years pass, years arrive, life teaches us tales of loss and gain.]
Every year is like a chapter in the book of our lives, and 2024 has been no different. It came with lessons that shaped us, moments that warmed our hearts, and challenges that made us stronger. This year gave us reasons to smile and moments to shed tears. Some people became a memory, leaving behind their love and lessons, while new souls entered our lives, bringing hope, joy, and new beginnings. As we step into the final days of this year, it feels as though time itself whispers to us reminding us of the value of every moment, the power of resilience, and the beauty of growth. Let's carry forward gratitude for what was, hope for what's to come, and kindness in our hearts as we welcome 2025 with open arms. 🌻
Welcome to Kolkata, the City of Joy! A symphony of history, culture, and emotions. From the sacred Ganga Ghats that tell tales of devotion to the timeless charm of Dakshineswar Mandir. Feel the rhythm of Durga Puja celebrations, the vibrant chaos of its streets, and the soul-stirring melodies of Bengali music. Each corner whispers a story, each moment sings a song. 🌻
A Madthinksss Stories Production
Cinematography | Editing | Script : Madthinksss Stories
who cares let it go.
when you're young that is so hard,
because you really don't know who you are yet..
but don't worry..what other people think be unique,
be confident be proud but mainly be you. 🤎
Welcome to the land of ancient charm and breathtaking beauty Purulia! Once known as Vajra Bhumi in ancient times, this district is a treasure trove of culture, history, and natural wonders. From its rugged hills to serene lakes, every corner of Purulia whispers tales of a bygone era. Step into this vibrant journey and discover the timeless beauty of Purulia District.
A Madthinksss Stories Production
Cinematography | Editing | Script : Madthinksss Stories
Sundays weren't just Sundays; they were portals to mystery, thrill, and suspense. As a teenager, every Sunday I'd sit by the radio at 12 pm, heart racing, ears glued, letting my imagination paint worlds that only Sunday Suspense could create. Those afternoons? Pure magic. ✨
October ends with so many memories..✨
Wishing you a Diwali filled with endless joy, warmth, and light.🪔
Mela ghumne chalein?? 🌻🦋💜
we will never be this young 🌻
Panchayat through my camera lens.
what if phoolera were in begunkodar, purulia?