Saintly cargoes in sailing coffins

The creases on the forehead aren’t creases. They’re the defined gifts of knowledge. They’re the lifelines of experience, and one should stand on tiptoes to see them. And when one’s carried by More »

The Science of Mischief

There would be few children who haven’t read George Marvellous Medicine. And there would be fewer still who haven’t heard about its author, Roald Dahl. His books have showed both young and More »

Diplomacy befitting enmity

Taking the newspaper and reading it completely shocked me today. My eyes glued themselves to one corner of the paper, wherein lay the source of astonishment. In a diplomatic, almost balanced tone More »

The Man behind the Mist

Usually, we can’t see through the mist. It clouds us, could block our sights, even momentarily impair our senses, and makes one hard to see the things beyond.  The man behind the More »

How safe are we while eating out?

The last few weeks gave a reason for everyone to be concerned. How safe are the delis and hotels that the Indian has grown to absolutely love? As the news report spat More »

The desert and the traveller

I am a desert. The sands my being. The warm morning that visit my bone cold exteriors are my time of solace. There is the faint trace of a dew drop as More »

As my mother goes to work

My mother does not work. When I say that she does not work, I mean that she does not go out to an office, where she stays from morning till evening, and More »

Run-away children

When I woke up that morning, I couldn’t breathe. Something seemed to be stuck in my throat; something that seemed to throttle my heart and weight it down that everything inside was crushed. Crushed, More »

World that runs on money

“So….what do you want to do after college?” “Make lots of money. That’s my only ambition. Make money.” “But money does not get happiness.” “No! Money can buy happiness. You can get More »

 

New Year’s Ruminations

Has the light gone out from underneath my door?

Yes, it has long since been out. I have closed the windows, drawn the curtains, turned on the fans.  The phone has been switched off. I have crawled onto my bed, hidden beneath the blankets. And then, I wait. For exactly two hours. Eyes open, sweaty, breathing with sighs in between. I reach over for the water jug when the first of the fire crackers go off.

KABOOM! BAM! BAM! BOOM! My scream goes unheard. It becomes nothing but a background melody drowned out by the rock bands of New Year’s Eve. I hate New Year’s Eve. But that doesn’t make me an anti-social element in this bubble of….fun.

Abandonado: I am abandoned

Their eyes have lost their lights. Like Dullness creeping in on a new moon night. Night being devoured by darkness. Cold, cold darkness. Darkness without escape. Escaping into cycles of misery. Inner misery. Misery. Because they haven’t run into the darkness. They were pushed into it.

Asha Bhavan. When our social service trip to the palliative care centre was cancelled, our coordinators decided to take us there. A mental asylum for women, this institution acts as the sole hope of survival for these women.

Needless to say, every minute I stayed there was making me uneasy. The strong smell of disinfectant, the long dormitories with the minimum of facilities…it haunts me weeks after that visit. And this was my second.

I LOOK AT THE SIDES, AND THEN MOVE ON

It may be the faint reminder of dusk, but the orange shades stay on the horizon like forgotten patches of colour. Like hope when you have no more assurances, like fondness when there is no more love left.

Do you still find yourself falling in love with the river of your childhood?

The shade where we grow beneath

On 14th April, 1775, Benjamin Franklin and Benjamin Rush came to together to establish the first abolition society- against social injustices- in North America. A hundred and sixteen years later, on the same day in 1891, a birth took place that would live to see the death of a great many injustices.

 However, what pains us today is the fact that ‘liberation’ is exploited- liberation, that was the result of great pain and sacrifice. The consequences cannot just be reduced to a nightmare. It is right at our doorstep, overshadowing all communal harmony, turning not just Indian, but world democracy into an overtly unsafe propaganda. Where is peace? Where is respect? Where are the lines that were pronounced with clarity and pride?

Diplomacy befitting enmity

Taking the newspaper and reading it completely shocked me today. My eyes glued themselves to one corner of the paper, wherein lay the source of astonishment.

In a diplomatic, almost balanced tone lay the news of the current India-Pakistan relations. The news report was about a recent Pakistan movie which ran into being one of the biggest hits in the history of Pakistani movies in just a matter of weeks. And now we come to what the film was actually about.

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