Ronita Sinha As I finally venture into launching my blog the first morsel of writing has to be in memory of Baba, my father, Ranajit Kr. Mookerji.   It is because Baba was the champion of ventures. Always brimming with ideas, concepts; some terrible long shots yet vivid and interesting always. Sometimes I realize with a pang, a catch in my heart the things I could have done for him, but didn’t in my busyness. The words I could have uttered to him but  didn’t because they seemed banal and meaningless at the time. Yet, at the most trying of times it is Baba’s beloved face that looms in my line of vision with that ineffable smile, half pensive, half amused. And then inexplicably I just know that Baba somehow, heard all my unspoken words, indulged in all my unexecuted intents and cherished them all deep in his heart. It is hard to believe it’s been over eleven years that Baba left us to see the face of the Lord. Baba is everywhere around me. I see him in my son’s smil...