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		<title>By: Traditions And Technology &#8211; Talk transcript from KDE India conference &#171; Through Myopic Eyes</title>
		<link>http://greatbong.net/2006/02/01/memories-of-calcutta-book-fair/#comment-924288</link>
		<dc:creator>Traditions And Technology &#8211; Talk transcript from KDE India conference &#171; Through Myopic Eyes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 12:08:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] headlong into what they believe would take forward their ideals and beliefs. I remember the blogger greatbong, write about the 10paisa poet, who came from a district town in West Bengal to the Kolkata Book Fair and used to roam all over [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] headlong into what they believe would take forward their ideals and beliefs. I remember the blogger greatbong, write about the 10paisa poet, who came from a district town in West Bengal to the Kolkata Book Fair and used to roam all over [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Sale Sale &#124; Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind</title>
		<link>http://greatbong.net/2006/02/01/memories-of-calcutta-book-fair/#comment-797145</link>
		<dc:creator>Sale Sale &#124; Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 04:58:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] favorite salesmen however were those whom one encountered in the book fair  (an old post I wrote about them) , authors and poets who would roam around, engage book-hunters in banter and then sell them their [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] favorite salesmen however were those whom one encountered in the book fair  (an old post I wrote about them) , authors and poets who would roam around, engage book-hunters in banter and then sell them their [...]</p>
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		<title>By: sayantan</title>
		<link>http://greatbong.net/2006/02/01/memories-of-calcutta-book-fair/#comment-708145</link>
		<dc:creator>sayantan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 11:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I follow your blog regularly but this is the first time i&#039;m replying. First of all let me tell you, among all the other blogs I am a huge fan of your blogs. I simply love the style. And the reason I&#039;m replying on this post is, i guess i also met the same poet you described. His name is NABAKUMAR DA. Everytime I used to buy his poetic leaflets. But surprisingly I couldn&#039;t find him last year. I have asked several of my friends who are also regular buyer of his leaflets, but nobody has seen him. :(

Anyway, keep posting.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I follow your blog regularly but this is the first time i&#8217;m replying. First of all let me tell you, among all the other blogs I am a huge fan of your blogs. I simply love the style. And the reason I&#8217;m replying on this post is, i guess i also met the same poet you described. His name is NABAKUMAR DA. Everytime I used to buy his poetic leaflets. But surprisingly I couldn&#8217;t find him last year. I have asked several of my friends who are also regular buyer of his leaflets, but nobody has seen him. <img src='http://greatbong.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Anyway, keep posting.</p>
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		<title>By: Mimi</title>
		<link>http://greatbong.net/2006/02/01/memories-of-calcutta-book-fair/#comment-701661</link>
		<dc:creator>Mimi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 10:03:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You mesmerise me....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You mesmerise me&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: calcutta lover</title>
		<link>http://greatbong.net/2006/02/01/memories-of-calcutta-book-fair/#comment-694807</link>
		<dc:creator>calcutta lover</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 07:28:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>like many others who have been born and brought up in the city of joy, i too burst into tears towards the end.. 
what is it about the city that remains embedded in our soul no matter which part of the world we are in.. 
year after year i have visited the book fair and felt a part of the great big calcuttan tradition.. 
from the bus conductor shouting &#039;book fair&#039; as soon as we near maidan to the person sitting in the ticket counter wearing thick glasses and tearing out a yellow or pink ticket slip, each memory is so vivid.. 
the world as i knew it from doing adda at the book fair or outside nandan..or the countless pandals seen at durgapujo, is fast disappearing from my eyes...
ans i must say that the great bong had captured the essence of the book fair wonderfully except one thing... i would have loved to see ektu besi description of the artists sitting on the grass... the beautiful cards and drawings that they sold were a joy to see each time i went..
and now i may be half way around the world away from the city i love, but i still have memories of the best time of my life.. 
even though i am not a bengali..</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>like many others who have been born and brought up in the city of joy, i too burst into tears towards the end..<br />
what is it about the city that remains embedded in our soul no matter which part of the world we are in..<br />
year after year i have visited the book fair and felt a part of the great big calcuttan tradition..<br />
from the bus conductor shouting &#8216;book fair&#8217; as soon as we near maidan to the person sitting in the ticket counter wearing thick glasses and tearing out a yellow or pink ticket slip, each memory is so vivid..<br />
the world as i knew it from doing adda at the book fair or outside nandan..or the countless pandals seen at durgapujo, is fast disappearing from my eyes&#8230;<br />
ans i must say that the great bong had captured the essence of the book fair wonderfully except one thing&#8230; i would have loved to see ektu besi description of the artists sitting on the grass&#8230; the beautiful cards and drawings that they sold were a joy to see each time i went..<br />
and now i may be half way around the world away from the city i love, but i still have memories of the best time of my life..<br />
even though i am not a bengali..</p>
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		<title>By: rainbowshark</title>
		<link>http://greatbong.net/2006/02/01/memories-of-calcutta-book-fair/#comment-689344</link>
		<dc:creator>rainbowshark</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 06:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A truly remarkable post. I have not read any blog of such outstanding quality.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A truly remarkable post. I have not read any blog of such outstanding quality.</p>
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		<title>By: Rajtilak Bhattacharjee</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rajtilak Bhattacharjee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:44:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>this post really made me burst into tears. thanks arnab da. for the post and not for the tears. and arnab da, a request. dont write a book. the flower rose looks good decorating a woman&#039;s hair but the cauliflower looks good as a garnish. now it&#039;s a debatable question which one is you, but you are and would be the best as the great bong and not one of those pointy nosed, spectacled writers of books :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this post really made me burst into tears. thanks arnab da. for the post and not for the tears. and arnab da, a request. dont write a book. the flower rose looks good decorating a woman&#8217;s hair but the cauliflower looks good as a garnish. now it&#8217;s a debatable question which one is you, but you are and would be the best as the great bong and not one of those pointy nosed, spectacled writers of books <img src='http://greatbong.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Vandana</title>
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		<dc:creator>Vandana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:27:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Arnab, 

I have been reading your blogs for the past few months now.. however since I had a lot of catching up to do I didn&#039;t comment for a long time. Nevertheless this particular post made me reminisce about my Cal days and I couldn&#039;t stop myself from commending on your blog. Really great job.. 

I absolutely love the sentimental ones, the letter from Andaman one is my fav and now this one too. 

Kudos!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Arnab, </p>
<p>I have been reading your blogs for the past few months now.. however since I had a lot of catching up to do I didn&#8217;t comment for a long time. Nevertheless this particular post made me reminisce about my Cal days and I couldn&#8217;t stop myself from commending on your blog. Really great job.. </p>
<p>I absolutely love the sentimental ones, the letter from Andaman one is my fav and now this one too. </p>
<p>Kudos!!</p>
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		<title>By: Arindam</title>
		<link>http://greatbong.net/2006/02/01/memories-of-calcutta-book-fair/#comment-558693</link>
		<dc:creator>Arindam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 13:21:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your posting on calcutta book fair was a delight to read. Relived the excitement of my own teenage &amp; adult days many years ago. A big thanx for sharing your thoughts &amp; observations.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your posting on calcutta book fair was a delight to read. Relived the excitement of my own teenage &amp; adult days many years ago. A big thanx for sharing your thoughts &amp; observations.</p>
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		<title>By: Sagar</title>
		<link>http://greatbong.net/2006/02/01/memories-of-calcutta-book-fair/#comment-548332</link>
		<dc:creator>Sagar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 06:20:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Quoting from your blog:

&quot;not once during his numerous sales pitches does his enthusiasm or self-belief waver, nor does he ever sell his poverty and ask for sympathy—not when insulted, not when rebuffed and not when sleeping on the footpath on a cold Calcutta night.

That , my friend, is the mark of a true artist.

And the Book Fair is where you find him.&quot;

Simply great. I am your fan from today :) ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Quoting from your blog:</p>
<p>&#8220;not once during his numerous sales pitches does his enthusiasm or self-belief waver, nor does he ever sell his poverty and ask for sympathy—not when insulted, not when rebuffed and not when sleeping on the footpath on a cold Calcutta night.</p>
<p>That , my friend, is the mark of a true artist.</p>
<p>And the Book Fair is where you find him.&#8221;</p>
<p>Simply great. I am your fan from today <img src='http://greatbong.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  &#8230;</p>
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