Hi! My self Subham Dutta. I was born on 17th August 1983 in Kolkata. My Father is a service man and my mother is a house wife. I expended my primary school life from ‘Krishna Kumar Hindu Academy’. After that I got admitted to ‘Narayan Das Bangur Memorial Multipurpose School’ and from there I completed my secondary and higher secondary examination. I completed B.Com (H) from ‘Maharaja Srish Chandra College’ in 2005. Then I took admission for M.Com in Vidyasagar University in the same year but I could not complete it. In the mean time I got a job in a Multinational Company.
My Best Friends: - Swarnadip Basu, Pradip Karmakar, Biswajit Das, Subho Ghosh, Roopali Saha, Indera Chatterjee, Maitre Sen (Konar) (elder sister but a friend) .
My Best Character: - Jesus, Aleksandra, Napoleon Bonaparte, Akbar, Swami Vivekananda, Ashoke.
My Best Political Character: - Gandhi, Adolph Hitler, Abraham Lincoln, Chef Guevara, Nataji Subash Chandra Bose, Dr. Bidhan Chandra Roy, Promod Dasgupta.
My Best Film Hero: - Charley Chaplin, Gegry Peg, Richard Burton, Sofia Loren, Elizabeth Taylor, Marlin Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Shashi Kapoor, Amitabh Bacchan, Uttam Kumar, Suchitra Sen,
My Best Film Director: - Charley Chaplin, Alfred Hitchcock, Trufo, Akira kurosha, Rittik Ghatak, Satyajit Ray, Tapan Shina, Mrinal Sen, Basu Chatterjee, Shayam Benagal.
My Best Music Director: - Beethoven, Mozart, Batch, Rabindranath Tagore, D.L. Roy, Sachin Dev Burmon, Shankar Jaikishan, Salil Chowdhury, Nachiketa Ghosh.
My Best Singer: - Elvis Presley, Md. Rafi, Mukesh, Hemanta Mukherjee, Manna Dey, Lata Mangeshkar, Asha Bhoshly, Sandhya Roy.
My Best Poet: - William Wordsworth, John Keats, Michele Madhusudan Dutta, Rabindranath Tagore.
My Best Poem: - The Listeners (Walter Da La Mare) , To a Skylark (William Wordsworth) , Bhodan (Sukanta) .
My Best Novelist: - Charles Dickens, Oscar Wilde, Bankim Chandra Chottopadhya, Sarat Chandra Chatterjee.
My Best Novel: - David Copperfield, Rajsingha Maniklal, Devdas, Durgeshnandini.
Country is not perfect
Nation is not perfect
Society is not perfect
Socialism is not perfect
I have purchased a portrait
A beautiful woman‘s picture was there.
For once I thought I know her
But then felt otherwise