The Britishers were stealthily trumped in their own centuries-old game of possession and submission that played out on multiple scales and uprooted all semblance of –. They were trumped by the United States of America. Not really long ago, just these 40 odd years, maybe more. Imperialism donned a modern garb and set about … Continue reading »
लोग बदलते हैं पागल मौसम की तरह । लेकिन तू? तू भी बदल गया? सूझ-बूझ समझ, सब बेसब्री में डूब गये। अँधा तू है या मैं हो गयी हूँ? मालूम नहीं । प्यार दफना दिया आवाज़ दफना दी; तूने ये किस आक्रोश में ये कैसा बदला लिया? … दूरी बढ़ना ज़रूरी था । हम इतने करीब … Continue reading »
A panel discussion was organized pretty recently ages back *on a very short notice*. When sleep is at stake I fight for it out on life and limb but this event was branded with two names I could not forgive myself for missing out on: Kabir Bedi and Shekhar Kapur. (is it weird I always … Continue reading »
For optimum results, please follow the procedure in the given order. Take a camera device everywhere. Click random pictures with that newly bought DSLR of yours you have no fucking idea about. Ensure you upload all of these pictures to your Facebook profile. It is important that you inundate others’ news feed with pictures of … Continue reading »
अपनी ओर खींचा क्यों जब दूर फेंख नज़रें फेर लेनी थी? तेरी याद कर कितना रोई| मेरी चीखें कभी सुनाई दी हैं? तेरा नाम लिया करती थी| दौड़ती थी , फिर थक के चलती थी | जो रास्ता तेरा वादा करता उसी पे नाक की सीध में चल देती| पर न तू था न तेरे आने की खबर। अच्छा प्यार किया है तुमने, अब तुमको कैसे भूलेंगे ? तेरी याद में तारे गिन कोने कोने को टटोलेंगे | जिंदा आज भी हूँ ; तेरे बिना अभी भी जान बाकी है| पर आज भी … Continue reading »
I was reading some Poe before I drifted into my own version of hell. An eccentric man such as him who speaks of mesmerizing the dead and walling in the alive- he speaks of no unnatural phenomena but of the beasts that snarl inside us. Were they his demons? His eccentricity, it lulled me from … Continue reading »
I saw a dog guiltily soaking in the cool relief of a ditch flooded with weeds swimming through loose muddy water. I had been scouting for a place to lunch at, marching to and from and peeping into all gullies and streets in the afternoon sun when this half grown stray mutt caught my eye. I do not know whether it … Continue reading »
