This post is a reflection of how death was communicated in the past and the effect of social media on this kind of communication in the context of the pandemic.
This is the story of a research project that was abandoned. It’s also the story of my love-hate relationship with my first research project and, for lack of a better word, the failure to execute it. After living with this project for the first two years of my doctoral program, when I realised that IContinue reading “Anatomy of a project abandoned: How I failed to navigate personal relationships for oral history research: Piyusha Chatterjee”
Professor Vishwa Nath Datta had been seated in his chair. Utsab got his camera ready while Nonica helped her father put on the hearing aid. I switched on the sound recorder, and was excited to talk to the 1926-born historian who grew up in his ancestral home, just ten minutes away from Jallianwala Bagh.
On pleasant November day in 2017, Sandro and I set out to meet Vincent Stone. We are in Shillong – the beautiful capital of the scenic state of Meghalaya [literally, “the place where the clouds dwell”] in north east India . Alessandro Portelli (Sandro) and I had just finished teaching at the Winter School inContinue reading “A story with no ending: Meeting Vincent Stone”
My father, Jyotirmoy ‘Benu’ Choudhury would have completed a hundred years today – 23 September 2020. This is tribute written for his centenary.
I hear Mithoo Coorlawala’s voice before I actually see her. It was 26 March 2009 and I had just finished giving a talk hosted by the Mohile Parikh Centre at the National Centre for Performing Arts in Mumbai. My talk titled, “Collective Memory, Institutional Archives and the Writing of Contemporary History” was based on theContinue reading “Memories, Memorabilia and Memorable interviews: Talking to Mithoo Coorlawala”