Biography of Raja Basu
I am working as Protocol Officer at the Office of the Resident Commissioner, Government of West Bengal, in New Delhi. I am responsible for attending the VIPs (the Hon'ble Chief Minister, His Excellency the Governor, the other ministers, etc.) from West Bengal during their visits to and stay in Delhi, like receiving/seeing off in the airport and escorting them during their visit to Union Ministers/other dignitaries or participation in seminars/conferences. While the work sometimes entails strong pressure and challenge, what keeps me driving is the opportunity to serve personalities from the field of public affairs and governance, the field that I have always been obsessed with.
Though now settled in New Delhi, the national capital of India, I grew up in the eastern Indian city of Calcutta (now called Kolkata) . I am separated from my wife and staying with my parents.
Anybody eager to contact me can do it through the following -
Email: firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com
Mobile - 9871144382.
Raja Basu Poems
Life Is A Teacher
Life is a teacher, which teaches how to live. Life is a teacher, which teaches how to win. Life is a teacher, which teaches how to laugh. Life is a teacher, which teaches how to make other people cry.
Health Is Wealth
Health is our most precious wealth, I hope you agree No doubt, health is the sweetest fruit of our life’s tree.
A Homage To The Freedom Fighters Of Indi...
“A Free India” - That was your only passion Thanks to your sacrifices, today we are an independent nation.
An Ode To My Cell Phone
You are my bridge for keeping touch with everybody Without you my life would simply have become completely shoddy.
India - The Plethora Of Natural Beauties
'Colourful Personified! ' This is precisely what can be said When one sees the natural beauties of India, so rich and varied. It is here that you can see chilly mountains crowned with white snow
Jammu & Kashmir – The Paradise On Earth
Jammu & Kashmir – where snow-white mountains are immersed into deep meditation from pre-historic times Jammu & Kashmir – where mountain streams are flowing with sweet sounds, as if little children are reciting their nursery rhymes.
My Collection Of Books
It is my most precious possession, my collection of books It is my oxygen, no matter how much insignificant it looks. Reading has been my most favourite habit, since when I was a kid
The Amazing Himachal Pradesh
Gurgling rivers and streams playing on the lap of White mountains Lush green meadows, that look greener when drenched with rains.
The Himalayan Kingdom Of Bhutan
A diamond on the crown of Himalaya, the Himalayan kingdom of Bhutan A piece of heaven on the earth, the beauty of which will fail any poet’s imagination. A country that represents genuine peace and tranquility A country that can teach what is meant by natural beauty.
My Cup Of Morning Tea –
I start my morning every day with you I taste you everyday, but still everyday I feel your taste to be brand new. Whether it is your taste, your smell, your flavour
Ancestral Property - The Curse Of The Hu...
It is you who turns a happy family into a stinking gutter By creating an irreparable rift among brothers. It is you, who turns siblings into warring enemies
To My Niece Miranda Layton
I might not have met you, and might not meet you in my entire life But still you are my niece, and our relationship can be cut off by no knife. You are the daughter of my sister, the one who has always been the apple of my eyes
Hats Off To You, Mr. E-Mail
There was a time when the letter would take days to reach the receiver And there was always the tension that the letter would reach the destination never. It was a time consuming communication method, and very uncertain as well
The Street Urchin
I was returning to home after having a hard day at office, and was so terribly exhausted I was so eager for the bath that I was supposed to have after reaching home, and get my energy boosted.
My Father’s Suggestions
“Be practical, otherwise you will never survive in this world, dear! ”
This is what my father keeps telling me, while I successfully pretend to hear.
This is a tough world, and I should not have too much emotion
Because then I will have lots of pain, this is my father’s opinion.
I have to be practical and sometimes even rude
Otherwise everybody will trample me under his or her foot.