While razing the house of a Muslim family and setting them on fire with kerosene the man was thinking of the Buddhist monastery he planned to visit in Bhutan. It was his long drawn wish to meditate on the mountains where the air was thin. Meanwhile the wails of the hapless family floated back to his ears and he[Read More...]
Enough Enough is enough Now mourn that we have killed our Prophet’s Words. Isn’t the Prophet an epitome of love? Hang your neck in shame You have lost both worlds. Sorry, my brother Kanhaiya. We all are victims of hate. The looters have given fire in the haystack We, the poor fellows, are now being charred in the flame. Sorry,[Read More...]
You are Teesta What does it matter You have been born in Sikkim Or in Gujarat! From the rush of your flow hope takes birth from your magnanimity a thousand houses become bright Taking a thousand storms in your bosom thousand dams on your way you change course sometimes ripping out the rocks and sands When Narmada was red in[Read More...]
A victory For life’s sanctity? But not for the living. Black Lives were not sacred Gun-dead children neither Hungry kids- -freeloaders War-dead deserved it Snowflakes if seeking help Desperate mothers in a synthetic jail Beating our hearts to death Hated the moment born Lumumba in the Trunk The Sanctity of Life The Big Lie works When you believe it
Few people have such a privileged and unique background as Anamika Haksar whose experimental film Ghode Ko Jalebi Khilane Ja Riyan Hoon was released in a few cities in small theatres on June 15 She is the daughter of P.N. Haksar, one of our most respected administrators and an ardent Communsit in early days . She worked with Badal Sircar[Read More...]
Usually, the Kashmiris think & believe that “Mainz Raat”/Mehndi Raat ( in Kashmiri, 1964) was the first movie produced by Hindi Cinema on Kashmir & that it was followed in 1972 by “Shayiri Kashmir Mehjoor”, movie in Urdu & Kashmiri . The first movie produced by Hindi Cinema on Kashmir was “KASHMIR HAMARA HAI” in 1948. The name of the[Read More...]
I watch you from afar, you stand with your back against a wall, and a firing squad in the front! The first shot is fired… …but no instant death, It was at your name! The second shot also doesn’t kill, it was at your attire! Next one was at your meal on the table! And the next one at your[Read More...]
If being ghettoised within the mainstream and slotted in the category of “outcasts” in society, then Blacks in America and Dalits in India perhaps face the same kind of discrimination in their respective societies. While the Dalits are born into it by virtue of their caste determined by social and cultural history, the Blacks are discriminated against on the basis[Read More...]
I can see your ribs cracking and the bones bleeding within. Your eyes are numb tears frozen. I can see your hands shaking your legs heavy. Your heart is pounding breath rushing. I can see you standing alone watching a bulldozer ravaging memories, warmth and prayers, the favorite tea pot ammus’s prayer room. I can see the tumbling of your[Read More...]
Save…Save…Save Every life Every water drop Even every broken vessel All can be mended Even those ripped apart Nurturance Empathy Compassion And so She would ceaselessly Murmur As the timeless brook Of centuries Old in years But an adolescent dreamer Holding on To revival Resurgence Resurrection The grand lady Of an age-old manor Mother…grand mother Of so[Read More...]
