Arts/Literature

Hate Taj Mahal as ' Muslim' mausoleum
After visiting it applauding as India's ' priceless gem'
A wonder!

The pain in my mind Affect my body. The pain in my body Affect my mind. Wonder whether these two Had arranged marriage Or love marriage. Since I remain single I am trying to keep away From these two idiots. K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com  Hindi Translation दिमाग की[Read More...]

a black man sat in the Tagore theatre balcony
and an old man with a flowing white beard sat next to him
while the Anthem was being played.
the rest stood up.
these two remained seated.

A poem for Lorca, Gauri, Santanu and all the other disappearing fireflies

Encounter currently playing at the Cultch theater in Vancouver is a drama worth watching for those who continue to idealize India as the world’s so called largest democracy.  Based on Draupadi– a short fiction by the late Bengali author Mahashweta Devi it is the story of a tribal woman Dopdi (played by Dr. Aparna Sindhoor) who is an indigenous activist fighting for[Read More...]

Ai Weiwei said: “Everything is art. Everything is political”. Art and politics are not subjects separated from each other and for good artists, everything they do is political. So, it was quite appropriate that the first thing that the audience saw, when they streamed in to watch the latest staging of Deepan Sivaraman’s “The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari”, was the[Read More...]

आधार ही क्या अब जीवन का अधार है
आधार ही से क्या अब जीवन का संचार है
बन्द किवाड़ो के पिछे से सुनाई पड़ती है सिसकती आहें

Knock, Knock

“Who‘s there?”

“Hunger”

“Hunger who?”

“Santoshi hai?”

Co-Written By Andre Vltchek and Rossie Indira From Yogyakarta and KarangKlethak Village: Djokopekik (who uses only one name, as is common in Java) could easily be described as the greatest living Indonesian painter. He is something of an anomaly in his country, where vulgar pop art, pop music and almost absolute submission to Western pro-market dogmas, religious rituals, and feudal[Read More...]

Let's not extend it to an 'end'; your lips, thirty two barricades for my fleet
I once had whiskeys of your sigh, I had laughed off the ice
Beyond the border, two hundred lovers in order
Your desire for the garment martyred mine, my gun shot your soul thrice