The Name Of The Game
byEven as I write this piece, a lion-lioness pair in a national park in Tripura is going through a severe identity crisis: named Akbar…
Even as I write this piece, a lion-lioness pair in a national park in Tripura is going through a severe identity crisis: named Akbar…
Here is the remake of the Hindi poem ‘Mera Dil ‘; I crafted in my boyhood. Critical Appreciation through the ‘Artificial Intelligence’ is…
It should come as no surprise that, under the influence of our latest soul-mate Israel, Raisina Hill has now become our version of Mount…
I have attempted an English remake of my Hindi poem ‘Ashiq’; crafted way back in my teens. I was in love; perhaps one-sided. By…
The moment anyone asks me – Siddu khaogi (will you eat Siddu)? And I am – Yes..Yes..Yes..- even after a full meal. It is beyond doubt…
I’m finding that, as I get along in years, I’m becoming more and more of a contrarian, preferring to don the mantle of an…
Here, I have attempted an English remake of ‘Kisan’ – my teenage Hindi composition. The critical appreciation through the ‘Artificial Intelligence’ that…
I crafted this Hindi poem in my adolescence; bits of paper I traced in my baggage. I have attempted the remake ‘Badte Jao’ in…
Notwithstanding the sustained efforts of our neo-colonial rulers to “decolonise” our mental spaces, some vestiges of it remain. Have you noticed how, the moment…
When the epitaph of Shimla is written in the not too distant future, as is inevitable, it will be recorded that its death warrant…