I am not sure but maybe it’s somewhere in 1990s. We used to live in a place called Boleng in Arunachal Pradesh. There were many times when our days began with music of Sharda Sinha. Imagine a morning, sun shining through the lush green hills, bright blue sky and rays coming in through the windows. In the morning sun you could see the dust in the air and it was a Philips Tape Recorder (my mother still has it) and…
Bhojpuri and Me Language is close to many people’s heart. Now its somewhat unfortunate that the language that I am talking is something that I can’t speak myself at this point. And I have seen as a kid that my parents never forced to speak the language though they conversed in the language themselves. English is a foreign language but for reasons that is out of the context of this article became a language that many of us Indians picked…