 Born
in Agra and brought up in military camps all across India, June
is now settled with her family in Calcutta. She attributes all
her education to her wide and extensive travels to the remotest
interiors of India as well as farther known and unknown regions
of North America, Europe and parts of Asia.
June Nandy has received her double post-graduate degree in
English literature and Hindi Literature and is a professional
Translator. She has received her B.Ed and PGD in Public
Relations (topper) and Translation Science (topper). Her
alma-mater includes Presidency College, Calcutta, Calcutta
University, IGNOU, N. Delhi and BILAMS, Calcutta.
She has been trained in Hindustani Classical Music from Triveni
Kala Sangam, New Delhi, Late Ustaad Sagiruddin Khan and Ghazal
tutelage under Ustaad Sabir Khan. She has been telecasted by
Calcutta Television Centre (DD-Kendra-I) and other
semi-classical city soirees number of times.
Her poetries and film & theatre reviews have been published by
reputed national and international literary journals and
commercial magazines
Missing the
rainbow
The spool of your claims
unfold the period film for the
umpteenth time; now on your
frail shoulders: albino burden-trawling
everything-like Ali Baba's un-fair
cousin; in a Radezsky March:
open sesame-the call of
the colourless corvine.
Our fatigued fingers spilled
the cross, planted in the breads,
thrust onto the inbred palms. And
your novelty of hunt hurled a rag
of deer-slain shawl. The inheritors of
either shore, now practise the oath of
combat in the notebooks.
Your enterprising factories
churn out binaries from
the air; the world-made a
colossal stomach, nestled in walls.
And your bank sends you
to write the arc of prism.
Transparent settlers; you've missed
the rainbow. You never brought
us anything.
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