Tracy’s Lullaby – Solo Bass by Tarun Mazumdar


Rewind the Audio Cassette – Remembering The 90s

Chirping house sparrows
as I rewind the last song
cassettes of 90s

Today I was sitting and listening to old records, the same records that I used to listen when I was a teenager. I spent the entire day listening to Ronan Keating’s numbers like Lovin’ Each Day, Life is a Rollercoaster, All Over Again and more. I also missed the concept of rewinding the cassettes in my walkman, we don’t do that anymore. Isn’t it?

Music has been the only thing constant in my life. People (friends) come and go but music has always been by my side and will always be.

To the eternal love of my life. Music.

The Firefly Story

Dancing in the woods
the wayward fireflies light
and sparkles unleash

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Lighting up the path
as my lantern’s wick burns out
fireflies guide me through

Haiku must stand as a sole piece and I couldn’t agree more. But with these collaborations with J, I have decided to leave a small note or an afterthought which may or may not be related to the haiku.


As I listen to Nagui by Ani-zoo, a superb street bass player from Japan, my heart skips a beat and I wonder when I will be able to play bass like him. Maybe I should practice my instrument hard.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the haiku set just as much we enjoyed creating it for you.

Much Love,
Tarun Mazumdar

For the Love of Haiku

This post is dedicated to Rie Ona – my Japanese sensei, fellow musician (alto sax player – Ska Vengers, a Delhi based Jazz and Ska band) and a wonderful friend.

She enters in the class with flash cards and books while we chit-chat about our semester one results.

“Konnichiwa!” cheerfully she greeted the handful of students in the class.

“Konnichiwa Sensei!” we replied.

“Tarun san, why are you not on Facebook anymore?” sensei asks with deep concern in her voice.
“I am fed up with it. It upsets me.”
“What about your website?”
“You have not been updating it lately.”
“Yes, sensei…. Ahhmm… I am just upset.”
“But if you recreate your account, please add me as your friend.”

I was moved by her concern as these were the first things she asked me.
“Ima nanji desuka?”
“6ji desu” we replied in chorus and the class began.
Second semester’s first class was beautiful as sensei did a quick revision with us and advised us to work harder, if we are serious about learning Japanese.

During the break time, I kept on thinking about sensei’s words on my website and haiku. Hell ya, I missed writing haiku all this while. Creative block to blame or my arrogance? I don’t know.

When the class got over, sensei called me and we had a heart-to-heart dialogue. Her compassion touched my soul and the way she guided me was just what I needed.
“Tarun san, I know you are upset but by deleting your account and not writing, you are making it worse for yourself.”
“Moreover, there are people who want to read your poems and they come back but see no activity which is so disheartening.”
“Come back for people who love to read your haiku and want to be in touch with you.”

I will continue to create haiku for my beloved readers who supported me all this while.

Haiku my love, I am back.

Photograph and Haiku by Tarun Mazumdar

Photograph and Haiku by Tarun Mazumdar

The Flutist

Busy hour of the day as people rush back to their homes, rush back to embrace their loved ones. I am one of them. The bus makes a brief halt and we alight; so far the day has not been an ally. The day has sucked every bit of me, every bit of enthusiasm.

The subway is filled with people but there is something unusual today, amidst the cacophony I can hear a sort of symphony. I hear a tune, a familiar one, it touches my heart in an instant.
He sits there, the flutist, and plays with much ease; effortlessly is the word. He didn’t seem to care if we are listening or if some of us stand there with our mouths wide open; he didn’t seem to care about the money in his bowl. What he cares about is the music that flows ceaselessly and fills our hearts.

Photographs: Tarun Mazumdar