Arts/Literature

Working hard season after season
With one particular reason
Always struggling to produce
Enough food for the Nation
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  “I have’t. It is engener’d  Hell and night must bring this birth to the world’s light.”  — Act I, Scene 3 of Othello, where Iago speaks about his plan to fool everyone, and convince Othello with evil mendacity Don’t read reviews about what I’m recommending. Watch it. One of the early episodes in the first season of Sally Wainwright’s Happy Valley received[Read More...]

                Krishan Chander(1914-1977) is considered one of the great short story writers, Urdu literature has produced  Krishan Chander was a firm believer in the upliftment of the oppressed and downtrdden. Krishan Chander dreamt and strived for a society, in which every human being is respected irrespective of his religion, caste and sect and which is free of exploitation and oppression.[Read More...]

In 2007, Sotheby’s
auctioned a can of artist’s shit
for 180,000 dollars.

“Sophisticated,” “cultured” types
clamored to buy a tin of shit
an auction house called “Art.”

The God imagined the flavour
`Get me one for my lunch’.
An inverted rainbow appeared
On the secretary’s lips.

Co-Written by Valleria Ruselli and C. Russell There are monumentally important new films which break away from the usual journalistic cliches, and experiment with the documentary format in order to find deeper truths in the refugee experience… and to dignify the plight of the displaced. The current cycle of migrant films, including small-budget personal works as well as more expensive[Read More...]

A woman waited to vote.
A village waited to vote.
Constituencies were marked ''to be hacked and tampered."

Hell was the gated compound
where the ones inside were holding a party
in their glass houses and ivory towers
while you stood outside
Stone Age man
holding your child's hand
stone of words, unpelted yet
reading the name plates on the gates

Now you’re safe, globaliser, to count
your gilt-edged dividends
while the real work is done
by us, digging in the ground
mining the common metal.

He feels she called him out of love,
So turns, his life jumps up, they run
Joyously into each other’s arms
As the snow falls upon them
For the first time,alone to face
The gathering storm.