Soumya Mukherjee is an alumnus of St Stephens College and Delhi School of Economics. He earns his daily bread by working for a PSU Insurance company, and lectures for peanuts. His other passions, family, friends, films, travel, food, trekking, wildlife, music, theater, and occasionally, writing. He has been published in many national newspapers of repute. He has published his first novel, Memories, a novella, hopefully, the first of his many books. He blogs as well.
Soumya walks down the memory lane. He tells us of his younger days, a time when he captained a locality football team. What happened under his maiden captaincy? An...
Soumya tells us about the goings on in the corporate world of the banking sector. What is the yardstick for promotions? How did Ajay turn the table? An exclusive...
Soumya revisits the tale of Cinderella, in this evocative poem, for Different Truths. Cinderella had a sparkling white dress The entire ballroom she did impress The prince was charmed...
Soumya takes us to the bohemian lifestyle of his artist daughter and the commune she lived in. An exclusive for Different Truths. When my daughter opted to study art...
A poignant and evocative ballad about a songbird, by Soumya, is about the virtues and vice of nature. An allegory for Different Truths. The songbird trilled happily in the...
Soumya explores the many layered meanings of the street, in this verse, for Different Truths. To the homeless, it is his home To the hawkers, it is their mart...
Soumya recounts how his younger daughter deciphered Rabindra Sangeet, losing its meaning in translation. A humourous take for Different Truths. When my children where very young we were living...
Tongue-in-cheek, Soumya exposes the deep-rooted corruption in the banking sector, through his protagonist, Ajay Sharma, for Different Truths. This was the first branch that Ajay, a twenty-five-year-old just two...
Soumya shares the secret of why he writes and posts blogs. A confession for Different Truths. I love the sound of my own voice. Trouble is that people tend...