Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay

A laugh-out-loud, tug-at-your-heartstrings tale of love, family, and freedom centered around three generations of Bengali women. Somlata has just married into the dynastic but declining Mitra family. At eighteen, she expects to settle into her role as a devout wife in this traditional, multi-generational family. But then Somlata, wandering the halls of the grand, decaying Mitra mansion, stumbles upon the body of her great aunt-in-law, Pishima. A child bride widowed at twelve, Pishima has finally passed away at the ripe old age of seventy. But she isn't letting go just yet. Pishima has long harbored a grudge against the Mitras for keeping her in perpetual widowhood, never allowed to fall in love.. Now, her ghost intends to meddle in their lives, making as much mischief as possible. Pishima gives Somlata the keys to her mysterious box of gold to keep it out of the Mitras' hands. However, the selfless Somlata, witnessing her new family waste away their wealth to the brink of bankruptcy, has her own ideas. Boshon is a book-loving, scooter-riding, rebellious teenager who wants nothing to do with the many suitors that ask for her hand. She yearns for freedom and wants to go to college. But when her poor neighbor returns from America she finds herself falling in love. Perhaps Pishima's yearning spirit lives on in her own her heart? The Aunt Who Wouldn't Die is a frenetic, funny, and fresh novel about three generations of Mitra women who are surprising at every turn and defy all expectations. They may be guarding a box of gold, but they are the true treasures in this gem of a novel.

The Aunt Who Wouldn't Die

Sirshendu Mukherjee

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‘Shirshendu never disappoints… NoChild's Play is charming and timeless. Read it if you're a fan of Feluda, or Tintin' - Samit Basu

It's 1970 and curious things are afoot in the world. In New Jersey, a boy with stiff limbs but extraordinary intelligence is born to an NRI couple. A powerful evil organization is out to exterminate him. In China, Dr Wong's greatest invention, a biomechanical robot, has been stolen by goons. Meanwhile, in Calcutta, Gadai Babu brings home a mysterious science kit from the grey market and it appears to set off bewildering news on TV and odd spirits in his lab.

Shirshendu Mukopadhyay's classic sci-fi novel is a roller-coaster ride, full of unforgettable characters, drama, action and intrigue. As racy as it is charming, this is a good old-fashioned, nail-biting mystery.

বনি

বটুকবুড়োর চশমা

গোলমাল

গৌরের কবচ

চক্রপুরের চক্করে

সোনার মেডেল

দুধসায়রের দ্বীপ

বিপিনবাবুর বিপদ

ভোলু যখন রাজা হল

সর্বনেশে ভুল অঙ্ক

মদন তপাদারের বাক্স

অষ্টপুরের বৃত্তান্ত

ঘটনাক্রমে

ছায়াময়

হারানো কাকাতুয়া

জাদুনল

A host of mad and crazy folks live in Manoj's big rambling ancestral house. Dukkhohoron babu is the tutor who cannot teach unless he sits with his feet up. Satish Bharadwaj, the family priest who has two pet ghosts, Handu and Bhundu. Thakurjhee, the aunt who has a fiery temperament and is obsessed with cleanliness. Ganesh Ghoshal, the music teacher, who tries to hang himself at least twice or thrice every month and others with equally unusual habits! But when Manoj's uncle stumbles upon a revolver, chaos is unleashed in the neighborhood. Add to this the antics of the bumbling detective Baradacharan and the mystery of the missing prince and Manoj finds himself in the middle of a bizarre adventure, fraught with insane and hilarious episodes. A rollercoaster ride that goes from mad to madder.

Mad & Madder: Tall Tales of a Fantastic Family

“As the saying goes, the Ram was gone and so was his Ayodhya; I knew this only too well. Sita was underground; Lakshman, ostracized; Ramchandra’s youthful frame had long been borne away by the Sarayu. And the irresistible steamroller of time had pulverized the magnificent capital of the Koshals to dust. The modern town, 90 miles long and 36 miles wide, was nothing like the one described in The Ramayana. Maybe the ruins of the kingdom of Ayodhya were still buried somewhere under millions of tons of soil. Then where had this Ayodhya turned up from—this janmabhumi, Kaushalya Bhavan, Kaikeyi’s chambers? Or Raja Dasharath’s Durbar or Kanak Bhavan, for that matter? Were all of these only for show? Made to order? Archaeologists had still not been able to find the original Ayodhya, but that made no difference—there were realistic reasons for which it was necessary to prop up another Ayodhya. A legend was required, and whenever there is a need for one, it is King Vikramaditya with his scent of mythology who is summoned from the shadows of history.”

Exiled from Ayodhya: A Journey in Search of Ramayana

Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay

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