Standing frozen in a dark pond of shit Filling my neck with stink and puke I looked around to see many others breathing With their heads above the dark liquid shit Souls filled with fear to look around or down. Then I saw a reflection of light twinkling Penetrating the shadows of the leaves Of a mango tree of hope[Read More...]
The Films Division under the Government of India’s Ministry of I&B has a certain genealogy that has been in a constant search of cinematographic forms that would make the body of the films handsome and at the same time accessible to the audiences at large. Right from its inception soon after India’s independence, the Films Division has been very interestingly[Read More...]
The burden of absence savages the heart. How to give voice to the horrors of grief? In the valley of tears rivers from Eden run red with the salt of blood. In this Promise Land parents and prayers are exiled by violence. Each day an angel is fallen. The naming of victims! In gardens of hatred the flowering of graves.[Read More...]
The images that I saw on screen Could never compete with the images in real life The magic lantern never had The magic of real life. Stories were too many To blast any troubled brain With experiences and ideas unlimited. In an attempt to reduce life in frames The creation of images became superior To the creation of life itself.[Read More...]
The battle rages on For reasons little known War and hunger Symbiotic One nourishing the other Fiercely… Women clutching their offspring And in their clasped palms The seeds of sunflower As roots cling soil For an identity For survival… The nightingale’s plaintive song Across drooping branches of willow Across all barrenness To the Creator… Dr. Supatra Sen, Associate[Read More...]
Three great poems By Narayan Surve, which take leap into the Inner Psychic – Mental World and expresses the Inner turmoil of the Toiling, Repressed, deprived, outcast Women who have lost everything. The Poetic narrations have deep impact on Listeners and readers and profusely disturb them. Narayan Surve (15th October 1926 to 16th August 2010) can be counted as one[Read More...]
(A Dystopian Nation) Under the rubble of a whole nation we have only phalluses billions of phalluses nothing else where history is edited and the future is smoky phallus rules everything. Everything for phallus phallus for everything. Every hour four women are raped Innumerable vaginas tattered Millions murdered Some burnt alive Deep inside me a phallus rules my anatomy threatens[Read More...]
For the Turban-headed Orthodox I am their headline of meets and seminars Yet, they keep me out of every stage And gloat about Islam’s Equality age For the self-serving Extremists I am the trump card of revolution They appropriate my name and form To escalate their identity game For the liberal Agnostic I am the eternal victim Of[Read More...]
Saikat Majumdar is no new name within contemporary Indian writers writing in English. I was introduced to his writing by a very young friend who is a noted food critic. Firebird, Saikat’s second novel was amazing in the way he structured his story opening with a small boy shocked by the cremation of his mother even when it was a[Read More...]
The fervour of coming back, and the inbuilt resilience of the exiles, to mould from the debris, that was whatever, that forced us back ahead the end of war. Even the coming back to a defeated homeland was enthralling, we built tall dreams en route, clinging to mirages, as though, nothing came about, and sought ways to wipe out[Read More...]
