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A Writer’s Last Port of Call: V.S. Naipaul

A Writer’s Last Port of Call: V.S. Naipaul

V. S. Naipaul, the Nobel winning author who just died, was, like so many people, an enigma, at least in his writing. Lauded for his prose style and exquisite way with words, he was seriously criticized for his demeaning of Islam, women, Africans, and others in post-colonial countries, including the Caribbean from whence he came. Such criticism was amply justified. [Read More…]

Of ‘Mulk’, and the ‘Garm Hava’ of the Times we Live In, waiting for the ‘Naseem’ to Blow

Of ‘Mulk’, and the ‘Garm Hava’ of the Times we Live In, waiting for the ‘Naseem’ to Blow

The iconic poster of that memorable film ‘Garm Hava’(hot winds), with the inimitable Balraj Sahni’s grim face and downcast, apparently moist eyes reflecting a quiet determination, has these lines on it in comparatively small print: ‘…. every pain of mine,                           I hid even from myself.’ The recently released ‘Mulk’, in some ways reminds one of ‘Garm Hava’- and these[Read More…]

BEASTS…!!

BEASTS…!!

Will all the detergents and
Oceans full water of the world
be sufficient to wash away
The stains of sins
That are committed by these beasts..
On women of this country?

Lillian Hellman’s Days to Come

Lillian Hellman’s Days to Come

                         In 2017, Sweat won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama. Playwright Lynn Nottage based her play on interviews with steelworkers in Reading, Pennsylvania, conducted in 2011, at a time when the U.S. Census Bureau officially ranked Reading as one of the poorest cities in America.  Nottage cast her factory[Read More…]

Trees. the first victims of ‘development

Trees. the first victims of ‘development

Just because we don’t hear them scream in pain doesn’t mean they don’t feel the sharpness of the axe. Trees. the first victims of ‘development.’

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Review, Summery and Evaluation of- Music beyond Boundaries- Hindi Film Songs by Ashok Da Ranade

Review, Summery and Evaluation of- Music beyond Boundaries- Hindi Film Songs by Ashok Da Ranade

It is mandatory to introduce India’s most versatile Musicologist and who has authored one of the finest musicological Research venture for the benefit of  the International and Indian Music Lovers of Hindi Music Songs. Here is an attempt to grasp the Origins and historical dynamics and transformations of Hindi Film Music into a great Modern Cultural phenomena. The idea germinated[Read More…]

The River of Life – Cultures of Resistances Down the Ages

The River of Life – Cultures of Resistances Down the Ages

Some stories say that Saraha was a Prince. Some stories say that he was born in a family of arrow-makers. At times, even the same stories, in different telling, tell different tales. Some say he lived in the 9th century AD. Some say, in the 10th. Some even say that he was from sometimes between the 10th & the 11th[Read More…]

I Am Not Hungry Anymore…..

I Am Not Hungry Anymore…..

I knew the alphabet from A to Z I could also recite it in reverse right from Z to A But I didn’t know so many combinations of the alphabet were possible When joined together they could form such big meaningful words ICDS and ICPS – the difference of but a letter yet two big independent things they say One[Read More…]

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Lynch Mobs

Lynch Mobs

When a perfectly ordinary bunch of people turn into bloodthirsty mobs. A stranger becomes the object of bottomless hate. Angela Ferrao is an independent editorial cartoonist. https://www.facebook.com/Ferraodesigns

Ionesco’s play shows we can stand Up to fascism

Ionesco’s play shows we can stand Up to fascism

The Hindutva forces now expect every one to fall in line with their thinking. But they will not succeed. This reminds me of a play Rhinoceros written by Eugene Ionesco, a French-Romanian, a major playwright in the tradition of the theatre of the Absurd In this play over a period , every one turns from a human being into a[Read More…]

Irumbu Thirai removes the curtain that hides a dark world

Irumbu Thirai removes the curtain that hides a dark world

“Neither can you hide; nor can you run” is the popular slogan of the Tamil reality show- Bigg Boss, spinoffs of the Hindi and English version. IrumbuThirai (literally translating to iron curtain) is a film that accurately juxtaposes this slogan with the digital world. By amalgamating contemporary conceptions and controversies around Cambridge Analytica, UIDAI’s Aadhar, digital privacy, NaMO’s Digital India,[Read More…]

Dropout from WhatsApp education academy

Dropout from WhatsApp education academy

I’ve dropped out of regular learning From WhatsApp Education Academy I will now be dabbler, an occasional Visitor, an irregular scholar I have decided to manage my own consumption of information Away from device dependency, I will regain my ability to remember and store memories, and give myself more time for contemplation, time-in-nature, reading books and face-to-face social interaction I[Read More…]

Church and state only applicable to some

Church and state only applicable to some

Archbishop of Goa and Daman, Felipe Neri Ferrao’s pronouncements about the Indian Constitution being in danger created a furor in the media. Apparently the Catholic church in Goa is only supposed to boost tourism. Angela Ferrao is an independent editorial cartoonist. https://www.facebook.com/Ferraodesigns

Vedic Chants For Better Crops!

Vedic Chants For Better Crops!

Vijai Sardesai the leader of Goa Forward,wants farmers to chant ‘vedic hymns’ for better crops..if the same worked for good governance! Angela Ferrao is an independent editorial cartoonist. https://www.facebook.com/Ferraodesigns

Fake News

Fake News

Spreading the news which is Fake Being promoted for the divisive Sake Selling like a hot Cake It is time to be Awake Through producing the fake News To spread the hatred Views Building the lynching Queues By eradicating the cognitive Fuse Serving the Saffron Ring Masters Creating the lie Posters Under the direction of Communal Promoters It is time[Read More…]

 A Critical Discourse On Dalit Literature and Literary Theory

 A Critical Discourse On Dalit Literature and Literary Theory

According to the hymn in India, Brahmin were born from the mouth of Brahma, Kshatriyas were born from his shoulder, Vaishyas from his thighs, while the Shudras were born from his feet. Therefore, the Brahmin are considered as most superior, while the Shudras are at the lowest position in hierarchy. Shudras were considered to be the untouchables and were named[Read More…]

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Somen Chanda

Rats: A Story by Somen Chanda

Have you heard of Caudwell and Conford? Of Ralf Fox? Do you know of Federico Garcia Lorca? These martyrs had reddened Spain The green olive forests are red Mothers lost children, lose children, Yet I say, good days approach Come, let’s go touch their blood And write, with that blood, a song for the good days.   The original Bangla[Read More…]

Shantanu Kamble – An Inspiring Dalit Writer

Shantanu Kamble – An Inspiring Dalit Writer

Dalit movement has produced great writers who expressed the pain of being discriminated in poignant prose and verse. Among those inspiring writers is Shahir Shantanu Kamble who was known as ‘ vidrohi kavi’ passed away.(maharashtratimes.indiatimes.com). He was only 39 years old. His passing away is a jolt to ambedkarite movement. He belongs to the tradition of ‘ vidroh shahiri’ ([Read More…]

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Does the Burns/Novick Vietnam Documentary Deserve an Emmy?

Does the Burns/Novick Vietnam Documentary Deserve an Emmy?

By the time I reached Episode Four in this ten-episode film, I concluded it should not be touted as an Emmy Award winning documentary. Episode Four “Resolve,” is the story of 1966, a year that the producers of this film have designated as the time when doubt began to worm its way into American troops. This doubt sows the breeding[Read More…]

Welcome to the New India

Welcome to the New India

The freely lynching Babus To the molesting Babas Highly protected Gau Matas To the disappearing Anna Datas   Where reality becomes a Fake And sells like a hot Cake Creating a country of communal Make Never ever to be socially Awake   Here Mythology turns to History And History becomes a Mystery Fake science is sweetened like a Pastry And[Read More…]

The contingent mysticism of Art

The contingent mysticism of Art

Carl Schmitt, renowned for his wide ranging critique of liberalism, once famously said,” All true politics is based on the distinction between a friend and an enemy.” Explicating his concept of the ‘political’, Schmitt further argues that it is not possible to analyse a thing from a non-political or a post-political prism. He uses the friend-enemy binary to underline this[Read More…]

Medieval Rohingya Poetry

Medieval Rohingya Poetry

People from the Ra-khin countries are called Ra-khin-ye – or the Rohingya. In vernacular Bengali, we had learnt of the place as the Arakan Valleys that lie to the east of Bangladesh – beyond the southern hilly walls of Chittagong. We had surmised that the Arakan must have been a great melting pot of Buddhism, Islam and the tribes. Buddhist[Read More…]

 I Ask That A Proper Play About Muslims Be Written

 I Ask That A Proper Play About Muslims Be Written

“To think that we can understand Islam through current headlines and the conflicting opinions of political pundits is sheer illusion. But the misrepresentations embedded in many scholarly tomes from prestigious institutions create even more problems.” — Richard Martin Oxman Some citizens in Europe and the United States have engaged in ugly debates about whether or not they ought to welcome[Read More…]

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A Love Song to Americans

A Love Song to Americans

It doesn’t matter that the wars are coming It doesn’t matter that the wars just came It doesn’t matter that we had our warning To you all wars are just the same   I thought you really loved me I thought you really cared I thought that when the bombs were falling You’d shelter me when I was scared  [Read More…]

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Searing Scenario in Seraing for All of Us

Searing Scenario in Seraing for All of Us

Special note: Don’t read about any of the films mentioned here prior to watching them. This “review” won’t spoil anything. “I remember loving The Promise over twenty years ago.” — Annapurna Tosca Sriramarcel “The Son is my favorite work of theirs.” — Rachel Olivia O’Connor When we first meet Jenny Davin (Adèle Haenel) of the Dardennes brothers’ The Unknown Girl (La Fille Inconnue) — the smart, uncompromising[Read More…]

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Fifty Years without You in this Wilderness

Fifty Years without You in this Wilderness

[This poem was written in remembrance of half-a-century since the passing of my mother, a most remarkable woman the world did not get to know (reminds me much of Thomas Gray’s famous Elegy with the potent lines: Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear: Full many a flow’r is born to blush[Read More…]

A Passing Thought in the Age of Terror

A Passing Thought in the Age of Terror

  “Those with no sides and no causes.  Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness.  Those who don’t like to make waves – or enemies.  Those for whom freedom, honor, truth, and principles are only literature.  Those who live small, mate small, die small.  It’s the reductionist approach to life: if[Read More…]

Salutes to Karl Marx

Salutes to Karl Marx

Calling for a better World A world filled with utmost humanity Completely free from the oppressive structures And exploitative relations among humans   Where sharing and caring Is integral to human society Where social benefit and humanitarian values rules Eradicating the systemic flaws of the past   Where artificial divisions among humans become a past And social relations are democratised[Read More…]

The Future Works ….

The Future Works ….

  Yes! There are atrocities Rapes Murders Lynchings ….. But Also there are protests Agitations Strikes Struggles …. Egging on the masses For future peaceful lives Though the ‘ opium’ of religion Is engulfing the world over People are coming out of intoxication To challenge the fanatic power The legacy of Marx Unites the workers To observe May day With[Read More…]

Rape Republic

Rape Republic

                                                              women are flesh, maidens are meat. living as women is living hell. demons are gods, gods are satans in the people’s republic, rape republic. a toxic state in state toxic.[Read More…]

The Agony And The Ecstacy

The Agony And The Ecstacy

“Drawing is the poet’s written line, set down to see if there be a story worth telling , a truth worth revealling ” – Irving stone From within the unfathomable deep depths ,flows the esoteric river of inspiration through the heart /mind of an artist ….that which cannot be contained but needs to flow on its own terms and conditions[Read More…]

Rabindranath Tagore’s Hero Poems

Rabindranath Tagore’s Hero Poems

[While Tagore wrote extensively on philosophical exchanges between significant characters from India’s great epics, such as the Karna-KuntiSamvad, the vast compendium of his poetry is essentially reflective and non-historic.  He did, however, write a few tribute poems dedicated to heroic figures from India’s medieval years, including the Sikh hero, Banda Singh Bahadur, and the Maratha chief, ChhatrapatiShivaji.  In this sequence,[Read More…]

Dalit Writers: Struggle Against Social Discrimination

Dalit Writers: Struggle Against Social Discrimination

  Dalit writers are gaining prominence in modern literature. But their beginnings was not all that easy. They had to endure social stigma and isolation from society, especially the upper castes. Poets and their sufferings According to en.m.wikipedia, dalit literature started in the 1960s in Marathi language and quickly spread to other languages like Hindi, Kannada, Telugu, Bengali and Tamil.[Read More…]

Molest Me No More, Rape Me No More

Molest Me No More, Rape Me No More

Please allow me to walk the street Without being for your eyes a treat Don’t look down my shirt Don’t check the length of my skirt My bosom is round, my hips are tight But none of these are for your delight Burqua, jeans or any clothes are my fashion Why should I dress with caution? I may be a[Read More…]

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Asifa

Asifa

Asifa, I have no words to speak of or for you
I had planned to give up poetry
At the end of this month
This National Poetry Writing Month
Poetry is of no use
Words have no beauty
What I need is action to enthuse
My deeds have to fill the stage of this world
So that never again is there an Asifa.

In a Time of Endless Wars

In a Time of Endless Wars

  I write for the men of a thousand years hence— and the women—and their healthy children. And…, if you are suffering, if night is day and day is night, I will drink the cup of despair with you, for I have tasted of despair.   But…, if you are happy and wise, may my words animate your limbs; may[Read More…]

A Small Little Girl

A Small Little Girl

A Small little Girl
With innocent smile on her face
Goes to the Forest
To bring back the horses

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Coversations with an Indian male !

Coversations with an Indian male !

Ah ! The predicament of an engrossing coversation with an indian male The vicissitudes of rape ! A week does not go by without a ” RAPE ” being reported …. How does it get any better than this ! I wonder ! For a country of a billion souls ONE more case ? Well I say -‘ what’s new[Read More…]

Homeless

Homeless

Into the night he releases his wordless poem, rhythmic and perfectly metered; then pauses to consider it before a new trope of sound rises with the steam from his mouth.   This cold winter, this Moscow night, loneliness, or some ancient ache for belonging is our common inspiration. But I am the lesser poet, in need of words to beg[Read More…]

Representative Image

A Silent Statue

To Dalits, Muslims, subalterns,
To women, the poor, the marginalised sections,
You are a statue full of life
In this world of strife !!

Rape Victims

Rape Victims

Nirbhayas, Nancies and Asifas
Must be murdered
As a punishment to be born
A mere helpless girl ?
Unprotected, all unsecured
In her own volatile turf
Be it home, society, state or country
Until her society gives birth
To good and righteous people.

A Thousand Deaths And Still She Asks

A Thousand Deaths And Still She Asks

She speaks from my womb
Last time it was her entrails yelling
having been pounded, wrung and spread out to die
in wide eyed surprise
at yet another killing

As If a

As If a

As if a girl named Asifa does not exist, didn’t exist, will not exist
As if Asifa was never raped, never tortured, never ravaged
As if Asifa is a myth, a fantasy, a lie, a fading photo
As if we are we were we will be ……

The Wind Of Bad Breath

The Wind Of Bad Breath

Wind has no smell The aroma it spreads is from the Master’s garden. Nor has it any sound Music you hear in the wind is from the singing birds. Alas! Master’s garden has dried up And the birds sing no more! The crackling noise of the broken trumpet That you hear that hurts your eardrums Is from the oppressor’s loud[Read More…]

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Earth for Children

The earth is tired Of rotating around the sun For so many years For so many decades And for so many centuries. `Give me a break’, she cried `I am tired of this routine Going on serving others Like a selfless house wife No more will I withstand your marital rape You are not my husbands You are only my[Read More…]

Scandi Noir, Kim Wall and Murder

Scandi Noir, Kim Wall and Murder

Finland, a country noted for deep felt suicides executed during long dark winter months, has become the happiest nation on earth.  This statistical superstition, contrived to feed a social-media diet free of substance and light on evidence, belies one fundamental point: Scandinavia can boast its examples of curious killings and extravagant murders.  Little wonder, then, that there has been something[Read More…]

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Mungling Dreams

Mungling Dreams

  He slept as a truck driver with vertigo, in the Mungling lodge midday buffet of daal, bhat, tarkari and naked women, all left on their own. Dreamt he was asending to the heaven of prosperity on an escalator made out of her thighs holding The World Bank’s “Annual World Development Report” in his hand. Bhuwan Thapaliya was born in Kathmandu,[Read More…]

Between The ‘Spiritual’ And Material’ Assemblage Of ‘Violence’ Reading/Viewing S Durga

Between The ‘Spiritual’ And Material’ Assemblage Of ‘Violence’ Reading/Viewing S Durga

If “the brain is the screen, as Deleuze would have us believe, Sanal Kumar Sasidharan’s third venture, S Durga “both expresses and induces thought, as images at once move us and move in us.” The brain/screen assemblage is, for Deleuze, an event of images in motion, which is to say both that we think in moving images and that moving[Read More…]

Bastar Solidarity Literary Festival, Kolkata

Bastar Solidarity Literary Festival, Kolkata

The two day People’s Literary Festival, organised by the Kolkata Chapter of the Bastar Solidarity Network, is all set to roll. Very rarely do we come across a literature festival dedicated exclusively towards upholding and portraying narratives of people’s struggles and resistances against various oppressions. This politics of direct celebration of dialectical materialism through such a literature festival, of course,[Read More…]

Kumar Hassan

Interview With Kumar Hassan

KUMAR HASSAN,1962 is a well decorated poet, born in Samblpur Town and grew upin paternal hamlet on the bank of Hirakud Dam Reservoir,Bichchedgarh in Jharsuguda Dist. in Orissa. His father late Moulana Mustakim Khan Gountia was an eminent local amateur vocalist, instrumental music artist, astrologist and mother Late JubeidaBai a housewife. He has so far more than forty books both[Read More…]

 Dramatic Lime for the Slime

 Dramatic Lime for the Slime

“Do something fresh, Richard, for God’s sake!” — Lorraine Hansberry, an atheist, to the author in the early sixties… when he was a young instructor of Dramatic Art Let’s have a new kind of dramatic fare. The food served on stage these days is not very palatable for the people in my quarters, bogged down as they are with concern over our[Read More…]

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Acche  Din

Acche  Din

People are starving and some are doing so to death. People are homeless and living in streets. People are without jobs and are in poverty. (There are not enough jobs available.) Resource shortages (including water and food in some regions) are coming. Climate change is worsening in dire impacts. Elites want to set up mining, logging and other operations on[Read More…]

The Pigeons of Zhulebino

The Pigeons of Zhulebino

Those first days in Moscow,
they were the enemy:
their gray down gathering in corners
like the frail remains of long dead cicadas.
their dropping scarring the glass,
melding with black soot.

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The Good Times Are Here

The Good Times Are Here

Achhe din  Achhe din
The good times are here.
Modi is just like Santa Claus
spreading much good cheer.

To Rebel Is To Create

To Rebel Is To Create

To rebel is to create
To conform is to stagnate
To question is to know
To follow is support to status-quo
To doubt is to be radical
To undoubtedly assent is to be ‘practical’
To self-criticize is to grow
To self-eulogize is just to blow with the flow
So dare to think

Nullity Canceled

Nullity Canceled

We are little grains of sand in an endless beach.
Our unique and relative placement is of no account.
Swept along by tides of time,
Flung and refined (with the rough edges removed)
By harsh unyielding winds of change,
We exist here on no grounds save that we simply are.

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Man With The Solar Brain

Man With The Solar Brain

His brain awash with solar rays
The man with the solar brain
Walks past the cotton fields
And the mobile towers
Listening to the tweets and
The songs of extinct birds.

Art and Exploitation: Ai Weiwei, Dissidence and the Refugee Crisis

Art and Exploitation: Ai Weiwei, Dissidence and the Refugee Crisis

The status of dissident offers a certain moral latitude in behaviour, and, in various cases, misbehaviour. The Chinese artist Ai Weiwei is one such figure. He is a feted figure of dissent of the Chinese political establishment, and celebrated by the artistic fraternity. He is the anointed and favoured contrarian.  “The one thing I should give the Chinese government credit[Read More…]

Mansoor Ahmad Mansoor: Doyen of Urdu Resistance Literature in Kashmir

Mansoor Ahmad Mansoor: Doyen of Urdu Resistance Literature in Kashmir

Resistance and protest is intrinsic to any literature. It has been there from time immemorial. Even most critics claim that literature is basically all about resistance and protest. But this is half truth as most of the romantic literature is not about any resistance if we analyse it in the modern sense of the meaning of resistance. We all know[Read More…]

Adirondack Night

Adirondack Night

The moon gently ascends out of a stand of quiet birch. It backlights them so the edge of each limb, twig and leaf Is momentarily light up and etched with dazzling white brillance. Drenched in light, each lacey bough stands out, blazing in vivid sharp detail. Then as the moon rises away, the birch gradually sink back to being a[Read More…]

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The Purse-seine

The Purse-seine

……I cannot tell you How beautiful the scene is, and a little terrible, then, when the crowded fish Know they are caught, and wildly beat from one wall to the other of their closing destiny the phosphorescent Water to a pool of flame, each beautiful slender body sheeted with flame, like a live rocket A comet’s tail wake of clear[Read More…]

Becoming Night

Becoming Night

The night is dense with thickening clouds That press downward against the earth; No light whispering winds glide across the darkening land. Only silent, transparent dimness reaches out From every direction To smoothly engulf everything. Melting the distinct contours of each shape Into one massive blackness, The night consumes everything And slowly becomes all that there is. Gradually my hands[Read More…]

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‘Echo from the Pukpui Skies’-that which is not mainstream is handled like a bomb-scare!

‘Echo from the Pukpui Skies’-that which is not mainstream is handled like a bomb-scare!

  Is there a possibility of recovering the poetry, the common possession of humanity, beyond attempts to construct meanings and achieve pre-assessed meanings? Joshy Joseph’s, taps into the kinetic deposits of memories (of the Mizo community), placing next to it and often, intermingling, interventions of Duniya Mikhail’s poetry (translated and recreated in Malayalam), and filmmaker’s own will to go beyond[Read More…]

The Treasure

The Treasure

Mountains, a moment’s earth-waves rising and hollowing; the earth too’s an ephemerid; the stars— Short-lived as grass the stars quicken in the nebula and dry in their summer, they spiral Blind up space, scattered black seeds of a future; nothing lives long, the whole sky’s Recurrences tick the seconds of the hours of the ages of the gulf before birth,[Read More…]

Manto: The Legend

Manto: The Legend

            Saadat Hassan Manto is considered one of the great short story writers of the world and righly so. It takes a long for a reader to come out of the magic of the short story of Manto, once he/she reads it. Manto’s characters speak of the language of this world and these characters are taken from this world. He[Read More…]

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The Syrian White Helmets at the Oscars . . . Again

The Syrian White Helmets at the Oscars . . . Again

This year, against the background of a massive US escalation of military force in Syria, “Last Men in Aleppo”, a documentary film about the White Helmets of Syria, has been nominated for an Oscar.   Last year, a documentary film called “The White Helmets” won an Oscar for documenting a story that had just unraveled after the liberation of east Aleppo.[Read More…]

Songs of the Dead

Songs of the Dead

Abandoned, forgotten passwords, we will be buried and burnt. Or replaced. Our laughter stripped of its sound bytes will freeze in frames. Our conversations will loiter in the marketplaces of lost cities Their wise songs have gone, dashed against cliffs. Wiping off dewdrops from grass lips, the day stretches. Its grayness splits. A bird sings from a branch. Both are[Read More…]

For Madhu: In Memory

For Madhu: In Memory

Headline: Adivasi Youth Beaten to death in Kerala – An adivasi youth Madhu (27) was beaten to death by settlers in the Adivasi heartland of Attapady, Kerala, for allegedly stealing food. The murderers took selfies with the victim and posted on social media. Countercurrents.org — February 23, 2018 in Human Rights Ancient people Exult in the forest, the land, the[Read More…]

When A Woman Laughs

When A Woman Laughs

There are hundreds of ways to silence a woman
stare her down if she happens to laugh out loud
in public space especially in the presence of men
where she should be whispering at side lines
make your dismay quite apparent
if it fails to mortify her

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If We Have To Survive

If We Have To Survive

The children will sleep tomorrow
Without the waves of the dead
Women will laugh tomorrow
Without bowing near the graves
If we hold our hands
For a new tomorrow
If we have to survive
To host the new flag of life.

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Venal Waste

Venal Waste

“What if someone offered you a job which paid a million bucks, but you knew it would kill a million people? How about if it meant the end to a hundred thousand, or, say, ten thousand… or a thousand? Would you take the job?” — Question posed by Alex Gibney to the author A new Netflix series kicks off with[Read More…]

Faiz Ahmed Faiz: The Fiery Conscience Of Our Times

Faiz Ahmed Faiz: The Fiery Conscience Of Our Times

  Faiz Ahmed Faiz—the poet, teacher, editor, freedom-fighter, dramatist, critic, progressive writer and Lenin Peace Prize recipient—is one of the greatest poets of the Indian subcontinent. He was not a mere dreamer of dreams but was an iconoclast who inspired a million mutinies. Great poets like Faiz are warriors and serve as the sentinels of the collective conscience of their[Read More…]

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 In Conversation With Hasan Abdullah,The Author of The Evolution of Ghalib

 In Conversation With Hasan Abdullah,The Author of The Evolution of Ghalib

Ghalib has fascinated generations of people and they have tried to understand/interpret his poetry in their own way. For any such individual it is really difficult to recollect when and how Ghalib entered her/his life and ensconced himself comfortably in one’s heart. This wanderer still faintly remembers how many of Ghalib’sshers were part of common parlance even in an area[Read More…]

My Lady Fingers Are Better Than My Bullets!

My Lady Fingers Are Better Than My Bullets!

Death pressed 3 bullets on an old man
The old man uttered two words
On a God that Death did not know
The old man did not die
He walked past with a smile.

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Alexander Blok by Russian photographer, (19th century); Private Collection.

Sacred Violence in Blok’s “The Twelve.”

        He was pious, but rarely went to Church and did not like priests. But he spoke with rapture about Christ. —Baron Vrangel on Dostoevsky. Alexander Blok’s narrative poem, “Twelve” is undoubtedly a central text of the Russian Revolution, an event that has served as one of the defining moments of the twentieth century. But since the[Read More…]

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Story Of A Communal Riot Victim

Story Of A Communal Riot Victim

Generations pass and lives change
But the seeds of hatred never lose its range
At the time of my death, it only appears strange
That for no fault of mine, I receive death in exchange

The Arithmetic of Protest

The Arithmetic of Protest

The pairs of feet that passed him by in a second
Equals 2 x 60x 60x24x 766 = 13,23,64,800, say 13 crores.
The 2011 census pegs the population of Kerala at 3.33 crores.
Which shows that Kerala trampled over him
four times in 766 days,
without seeing him.
That’s statistics for you.

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Sinful

  I’m in with the in crowd I go where the in crowd goes I’m in with the in crowd And I know what the in crowd knows — opening lines to Dobie Gray’s The “In” Crowd “There’s many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.” — Flannery O’Connor “It’s not a popular notion, but no advance in social[Read More…]

We Keep Ourselves Peaceful

We Keep Ourselves Peaceful

Every action produces an effect and every effect
in turn becomes a cause and produces still further
effects, and causes, and effects, and causes, and
effects and causes…
Like spreading ripples of water

Newton And Democracy

Newton And Democracy

Most of the reviews or newspaper reports about Amit Masurkar’s Newton is about its entry to Oscar’s or it has been labelled as “black comedy”, “Satire” and the critics even went on to say that it has been plagiarised from an Iranian film called Secret Ballot (2001). I sometimes wonder how many movies, songs; beats are just copy cuts of[Read More…]

Koan: What Is the Sound of One Hand Clapping?

Koan: What Is the Sound of One Hand Clapping?

1) Nothing.  One hand cannot clap….   2) Half the sound of 2 hands clapping….   3) Air….   4) A bowl of rice….   5) A cup of tea….   6) “A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou….”   7) A crazy old guy doing a jig on thin ice….[Read More…]

The Story of an Indian Farmer

The Story of an Indian Farmer

Working hard season after season
With one particular reason
Always struggling to produce
Enough food for the Nation

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 True Madness, Truly Unmissable: Psychopathy For Concerned Citizens

 True Madness, Truly Unmissable: Psychopathy For Concerned Citizens

  “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…]

Reading  “Kaalu Bhangi” In Today’s India

Reading  “Kaalu Bhangi” In Today’s India

                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…]

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Art For Art’s Sake… (And Cutting Thru)….

Art For Art’s Sake… (And Cutting Thru)….

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.”

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A Dish For The Heaven!

A Dish For The Heaven!

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

Finding Deeper Truths From Refugees In Films

Finding Deeper Truths From Refugees In Films

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…]

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Electronic Voting Machine

Electronic Voting Machine

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

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Fading To white

Fading To white

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

Globalisation, Commodification, Demonetisation, Structural Adjustment, And All That

Globalisation, Commodification, Demonetisation, Structural Adjustment, And All That

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.

A Man Turns

A Man Turns

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.

Do Justice To Yourself

Do Justice To Yourself

  “No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize. Revenge should have no bounds.” — Shakespeare compounding ignorance with ignorance in Act 4, Scene 7 of Hamlet Mildred, the middle-aged mother at the center of Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, is a one-woman Justice League out to avenge the murder of her teenage daughter. She’s got a spectacularly vulgar mouth, a fearless[Read More…]

Conversion

Conversion

I am the son of a ‘criminal’ who died on the tree.
I am also the son of a ‘bitch’
I am the son of a Pulaya woman
that Parayan you wanted to ditch
I am crucified
I am resurrected

Branagh, Poirot And Murder on the Orient Express

Branagh, Poirot And Murder on the Orient Express

Few could have colonised a role as comprehensively as David Suchet playing Hercule Poirot, that pedantic, fastidious figure of sleuthing fame created by Agatha Christie.  Manner, affectation, and delivery all seemed immaculate, read, and even delightful.  Invariably, this sort of thespian appropriation and adaptation creates its hordes of admirers, zealots who refuse to accept rivals, pretenders, or usurpers. Kenneth Branagh,[Read More…]

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 What The Sufi Said

In your heart of hearts, a heart-shaped mirror.  Mirror of peace between wings of fire. In that living crucible—a gleam of blue light.  Light is your soul: Angel of Life. Soul is as hard to follow as footsteps of God.  Soul is as easy to affirm as trust. Soul is felt.  She is shared.  The same as when lovers share[Read More…]

That Boy

That Boy

– Remember what I asked you first?
– ‘Do you have parents?’
– One of your eyes is huge and red – do you know this?
– No
– Don’t you look at mirrors?
– Looked at one long ago
Silence.

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The Gift

The Gift

You are a gift.
Wrapped. Untouched.
In an islet.

Then There’s Only One Choice By Wolfgang Borchert

Then There’s Only One Choice By Wolfgang Borchert

This month marks the 70th anniversary of the death of Wolfgang Borchert, a young German writer who was seriously wounded in World War II then imprisoned for resistance activities. Physically destroyed, he lived only two years after the war. During that time he wrote antiwar literature that is widely read in Germany but little known in the USA, where it[Read More…]

Czeslaw Milosz – The Unfashionable Poet

Czeslaw Milosz – The Unfashionable Poet

During a stay at the American Academy in Berlin some years ago I was standing in the library at a window looking out over the troubled morning waters of the Wannsee when from the shelves near me a book title leapt to my eyes. It seemed like a stroke of providence for me to find in that north European setting[Read More…]

The Elippathayam (Rat Trap) Moment Of Indian Cinema

The Elippathayam (Rat Trap) Moment Of Indian Cinema

Elippathayam (The Rat Trap) is a 1981 Malayalam film written and directed by Adoor Gopalakrishnan. It tells the story of a man trapped within himself unable to understand the changes taking place around him. It seems Indian Cinema also is caught in rat trap. No, it would be a bit flattering for Indian Cinema to use the rat trap metaphor.[Read More…]

Rigidities And False Glorification Of Past Take Us Nowhere

Rigidities And False Glorification Of Past Take Us Nowhere

  Rajputs are very upset over film Padmavati which they feel has wrongly depicted her story. I am not fascinated by Hindi Cinema’s treatment with history as without romance Hindi Cinema does not exists. The Bombay films have rarely given any justice to historic characters or should I say they are incapable of making period films. They can only create[Read More…]

GST Is Killing Handmade Goods: An Invitation From Prasanna To The Prime Minister To Come And Watch His Play

GST Is Killing Handmade Goods: An Invitation From Prasanna To The Prime Minister To Come And Watch His Play

To, The Prime Minister Government of India New Delhi –110 001 Narendra Modi Ji, We would like to invite you, as also Arun Jaitley Ji, The Chairperson of GST Council, to come and watch a Kannada musical, Taayavva. We are performing this play at ADA Theatre, Bengaluru, on 21st Nov 2017, at 07:00 PM. This play is about a mother.[Read More…]

‘ Daayan ‘ – One Year

‘ Daayan ‘ – One Year

Daayan! Demonetisation!
Destroyer of lives both men and women!
Benefactor to corporates ‘ paytm’
And much publicised BHIM !

365 And 1/4 Days Of A Swayam Sevak

365 And 1/4 Days Of A Swayam Sevak

Karunakaran  is a cartoonist

Kowtown Diktats

Kowtown Diktats

Count the cows & the cakes
of dung, lynch a few men
every time
you get their tally wrong.

Victoria and Abdul—The Empire Rewrites Itself Back

Victoria and Abdul—The Empire Rewrites Itself Back

Director Stephen Frears’s Victoria and Abdul, based on the book of the same name by Shrabani Basu, draws upon the diaries of Abdul Karim (1863–1909) that were published in 2010. Karim was an Indian clerk who shared an unusual bond with Queen Victoria in the last fifteen years of her life, which shook up the royal household and British upper[Read More…]

Saving The Country From Fake Marketers And Hatred Mongers

Saving The Country From Fake Marketers And Hatred Mongers

From the clutches of these hatred mongers
And fake marketers
Into that world of freedom, let the country awake

By The River Shabari

By The River Shabari

River Shabari flows through the Dandak forests. Along its banks live people from many tribes, the Adivasis – Gond, Kondh, Koya, Koitur, Shabar, Soro… so many names have history given to them. The epic Ramayana tells the tale of Shabari, the lady from these tribes who had turned into stone. But this is another tale. Below the bed of river[Read More…]

Santoshi Kumari’s mother. Credit: Twitter/ANI

The Ghost Colony

“Rukhsaar! Rukhsaar!”…..Rashida was running as fast as her 12 year old legs could carry her. She was out of breath by the time she reached her home. “What happened? Why are you looking so distraught?” Rukhsaar enquired urgently. Not waiting to calm her breath, Rashida blurted out…..They are coming…They are coming…. These words were enough to numb Rashida’s 16 year[Read More…]

Most Awarded Prime Minister In India!

Most Awarded Prime Minister In India!

Film actor Praksh Raj is a good actor who has acted in several films in different languages. He has portrayed various characters representing good and bad. He has received various national awards as well as other awards for his talent. Any actor may present a character in a film, but the person may have a certain degree of social consciousness.[Read More…]

Wonders!

Wonders!

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

Pain

Pain

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…]

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The Anthem

The Anthem

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.

Gauri Lankesh

A History of the Fall

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

‘Encounter’ Illustrates How Women’s Bodies Continued To Be Used As Battlefield By The Indian Forces 

‘Encounter’ Illustrates How Women’s Bodies Continued To Be Used As Battlefield By The Indian Forces 

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…]

As Caligari Looms Large…

As Caligari Looms Large…

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…]

भूख – गुमनाम अंधेरा

भूख – गुमनाम अंधेरा

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

Santoshi Kumari’s mother. Credit: Twitter/ANI

Aadhaar: The Quiet Darkness

Knock, Knock

“Who‘s there?”

“Hunger”

“Hunger who?”

“Santoshi hai?”

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Djokopekik in front of his Papuan painting

The Greatest Indonesian Painter And ‘Praying To The Pig’

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…]

Martyr’s Futile Tenure

Martyr’s Futile Tenure

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

Crime

Crime

No God can punish more
And no God can save.
This walk can only be beautiful
With a determined act of walking
The destination can be empty
But those who walk
Need not feel guilty
For their crime
Of being born as human.

Linking Of Aadhaar To Heartbeat: A Positive Step

Linking Of Aadhaar To Heartbeat: A Positive Step

I linked my Aadhaar to my PAN card.
Then I linked my PAN card to my bank account.
Then I linked my Aadhaar to my bank account.
Then I linked my Aadhaar to my tax return.
Then I linked my Aadhaar to my LPG gas connection.
Then I linked my Aadhaar to my mobile phone.
Then the Government issued a decree ordering
that all persons must link their Aadhaar to their heartbeat
within three months or face discontinuation of the heartbeat.

My Thoughts

My Thoughts

My deepest fear is that I will simply die one day
Crying for what might have been
The earth will be free of carrying my burden
And there will be no trace of my passing

A Poem For Today’s India

A Poem For Today’s India

Namo…nnamaha! Vande Mataram!
Mothers and sisters, our salutations to you!
Only make sure your limbs are fully swathed
Smothered with textile, yard upon yard of silk or polyester
Head covered, face veiled with ghungat or scarf.

Wah! … Taj!

Wah! … Taj!

Removing from travel booklet
The imposing citadel bright
Cannot fool the tourist
Wah Taj!

From inside their street-level cages, prostitutes try to attract potential customers: men who walk up and down the busy street sizing up each woman.

Gay, Slut, Hunk

  A boy often falling over other boys Having a big company of girls Trying to be a classical dancer Hands used to move like waves of a sea Giving everything the perfect texture Had Rabindranath, Had Rituparno Girls spending their time with coffee mugs Discussing about the hunky boys Busy in revealing the underwear Alongwith the serpentine biceps Talks[Read More…]

I Am The Last Crop

I Am The Last Crop

My harvest without a red bell
From my farm
Beneath the well
Watching those eyes burn
Even when few clouds assist
And few turn soft pillows
Making it my debt
I am the last crop

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The Only Time

The Only Time

We met at the wrong time,
which, as chance would have it,
is always the right time. No one
who doesn’t know will ever know
what passion can do to calendars.

Silence Of The Wolves

Silence Of The Wolves

Load your revolvers with our blood
While we spill you back with words of truth
Bare as the rising sun
You are a mere coward
Faceless as the night
While we are the shifting names that change to resist
Dabholkar, Kalburgi, Pansare, Gauri
The trail of fire is lit
Aim and Shoot

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Promises To Keep: Rhyme On Narendra Modi

Promises To Keep: Rhyme On Narendra Modi

Big Promises, Big Claims
You have often made
But each of these
Have turned out to be fake

Mr. Shantanu Bhowmik

Mr. Shantanu Bhowmik

This song is for Agartala-based journalist Shantanu Bhowmik who fell last Wednesday to the marauding wrath of Hindutva-Fascist forces who are stirring race-violence based on historical indignations and inequities in Tripura today

Winners Take Nothing

Winners Take Nothing

We didn’t listen then
and aren’t listening still.
Perhaps we never will.
Who do you think will win
the Doomsday Bowl?

Message To Aung San Suu Kyi

Message To Aung San Suu Kyi

Aung San Suu Kyi,
take the flowers out of your hair
and place them on a Rohingya mass grave
to show you care.

The Bullet Train by Poet Aadhar No: 9876 5432 1001 ( The first Aadhaar linked poem)

The Bullet Train by Poet Aadhar No: 9876 5432 1001 ( The first Aadhaar linked poem)

There is another Bullet Train.
A 7.65 Calibre Make in India model
that passes through stations with
strange names like Kulburgi South
Pansare West and Dhabolkar Central
Its destination set in Bangalore
where it rockets through a pulsating heart.

Mistake

Mistake

Perhaps,
One of the main mistakes of my life
Was that I was born.
But I can assure you,
I could not help it.
I was not responsible.

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

Poetry of Certain 1970s Naxalbari martyrs: Translated from Bangla

Poetry of Certain 1970s Naxalbari martyrs: Translated from Bangla

The websites of Frontier Weekly & Milansagar have collectively published some poetry in the Bangla language, all of which were written by Naxalbari activists of the 1970s, who were to lose their lives to state violence in that decade, on this page, where they have documented the works of nine such martyr-poets. Presented hereinbelow are translations of one poem each[Read More…]

A Tribute To Gauri Lankesh!

A Tribute To Gauri Lankesh!

Gauri, you are more than a memory
You are a direction
For a world that should not be !

HOUSTON, TX - AUGUST 28:  People walk down a flooded street as they evacuate their homes after the area was inundated with flooding from Hurricane Harvey on August 28, 2017 in Houston, Texas. Harvey, which made landfall north of Corpus Christi late Friday evening, is expected to dump upwards to 40 inches of rain in Texas over the next couple of days.  (Photo by Joe Raedle/Getty Images)

A Prayer for Houston…. And,

Please help the people in Houston, Lord.
And, while You’re at it, in Palestine, too!
Though worlds apart, they are kindred,
as all suffering creatures are kindred.

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The Façade

On a summer noon A crow perches (not in want of water) Gripping the bamboo bars of your fence And you yell at it until it flies away from your noise You are angry with the silly bird! The previous week when you offered the pinda In the name of your mother The crow didn’t bother, left you sleepless Wondering[Read More…]

40 Thousand

40 Thousand

40 thousand people 40 thousand phantoms are marching towards you right now you have taken their lands you have taken to hatred you have been taken by greed they knew nothing of this they knew everything their backs, painted by barbwire, cooked by bullets know everything 40 thousand dreams that couldn’t connect how the price of onion & flour and[Read More…]

Walls

Walls

Walls may stall
Movement of humans
But they cannot stop at all
Spread of thoughts and ideas

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

Gang Graffiti

Gang Graffiti

you’ve the loud cries
of mothers :
your national anthem –
the song of veneration –
all went on admirably simple ,
dear gang graffiti ,
when you all stood
in attention
on this day
in the capital of gang’s territory .

High Speed Freedom

High Speed Freedom

Freedom is like a metro
Rushing through all stations
Leaving us all behind
In full speed
And our freedom is gone.

Venomous Smiles..Vicious Rulers..

Venomous Smiles..Vicious Rulers..

The butcher gets his reward
For reducing the polestar of the oppressed
To a suicide note and
A fistful of anonymous ash.

Cartoon by 
Pradeep Cartoons
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72

This Day,
72 infants sounded the bugles.
72 infants hoisted the flag.
72 infants saluted the flag.
72 infants formed the infantry.

With Love From Gorakhpur

With Love From Gorakhpur

Then they reached, seventy of them,
In shrouds as white as the lilies of the field.
They cried, they wailed, they gasped for air,
Their caring moms left behind

A Master of ‘Critical Engagements’: John Abraham Remembered

A Master of ‘Critical Engagements’: John Abraham Remembered

  “The anger and the creativity are so closely intertwined with me, and there’s plenty of anger left,” says film maestro Ingmar Bergman. If there was so much anger and creativity intertwined with a person in Kerala’s film world, that  was none other than John Abraham, a master of  ‘Arts’ in every sense, whose  80th birth anniversary falls on 11[Read More…]

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

A Peg Of Anguish

A Peg Of Anguish

Is this life?
Is this the life I had dreamed of?
I might have foreseen big, beautiful things
but all I have in my cup now
is a peg of a poet’s anguish and nothing else.

12th ViBGYOR International Film Festival From 23rd to 26th August 

12th ViBGYOR International Film Festival From 23rd to 26th August 

  Across the world, emerging far right political movements, religious fanatic groups and fascist regimes are trying to silence people who voice different opinions and embrace divergent paths. If at all we may perhaps brag about the advancement in digital communication and the apparent economic progress as the hallmarks of the third millennium, the present age is so alarming for[Read More…]

Sounds

Sounds

Life can be killed humans murdered
Flora and fauna completely destroyed
But sounds cannot be hanged
Maimed or mutilated
Sounds cannot be dead
Though ‘ voices’ silenced

Epiphany at Dawn:  Rabindranath Tagore’s Ode to Dawn

Epiphany at Dawn:  Rabindranath Tagore’s Ode to Dawn

That the living experience is akin to a joyous festival with multiple stimuli is made clear literally stanza by stanza in this poem, and requires little elaboration or exposition.

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

Dogs

Dogs

Dogs live in a world of smells— succulent, sensual: a melange of sexuality–known and unknown, friendly and prohibitive.   They’re color-blind, love blindly, lead the blind (when so inclined).   Dogs live in the world of Now—leaping catching frisbees, canines gripping, tail-wagging; or—snarling, menacing, loyal to a fault—and faultlessly alert to guard their master’s home;   their master’s spies, their[Read More…]

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

The Enduring Importance of Arthur Miller: The Price and The Hook

The Enduring Importance of Arthur Miller: The Price and The Hook

  Seventy years after his initial Broadway success with All My Sons and 12 years after his death, Arthur Miller continues to cast a long shadow over theater in the United States. His plays are staples ofhigh school drama clubs, college and university theater departments and regional theaters around the country, and his best-known works – Death of a Salesman,[Read More…]

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

The Civilised Man

The Civilised Man

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

Safa Tempo

Safa Tempo

In the ‘Safa Tempo,’ everyday whistles a chilled exhaustion of human struggle for survival. Every day the smell of a burnt human hope mingles with the unwashed dreams, reeking old sweat and limp manure of the commuters’ unfulfilled wishes. Safa Tempo, a metaphor of survival, reminding me of my villages I had left behind, the lips I’ve yet to kiss.[Read More…]

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

Oh God! I Thank Them

Oh God! I Thank Them

On the green terrain of the fortitude, I have built a house out of the broken bricks, and the pebbles they had thrown at me. And I have painted my rooms bright, with the redness of the volcanic wound they had bequeathed me. And I’ve planted the thorns they had pierced me with in the garden, hoping to see them[Read More…]

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

The Protectors Of Humanity

The Protectors Of Humanity

  Deep into the pit Surrounding dark sewage and dirt With nauseated stench And Whole body drench With human urination And defecation Manual scavengers clean Risking lives Leaving family bonds Sitting in cozy toilets And air-conditioned rooms Pass our wastage Into long winding drainage We talk of technology Development and ecology But With their bare hands, legs and misery And[Read More…]

Intensive Care Unit – 2 ( White nights)

Intensive Care Unit – 2 ( White nights)

Here, white are the nights
Where moonwalk the women in white.
I lie in the nude and close my eyes
And they roll a cool moon down my spine
And laugh like the patter of hailstones
That strum my sun bleached heartbeat strings.

What Type Of Poem Am I?

What Type Of Poem Am I?

“What type of poem am I?” I am as formless as the clouds, and as elegiac as the silence, in the itinerary of the noise. I am not a classic written by the author God. The rhythms of my verses are supplied by the parable of their tears. I am not in me, though I abide within myself. I am[Read More…]

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

Afghanistan can still fly

Barren Hills

  No glass in the windows a shell hole in the roof wretched tanks, old fighter jets and rust kissed guns lie around as discarded toys. In the distance traits of dust rises from Anglo-American vehicles running after the Taliban cocoons. Fighter bombers passes overhead repeatedly cough, cold and stomatch bug rules. Nearby, a seven year old child picks up[Read More…]

India Now!

India Now!

K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

India Now!

India Now!

  K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at kpsasi36@gmail.com

U.S. Veterans joined the Standing Rock Sioux encampment protesting the Dakota Access Pipeline. (Photo: Joe Brusky/Overpass Light Brigade)

Why Are You Silent?

Atmosphere polluted Food adulterated Water contaminated Earth! Why are you silent? Meandering along The strife – torn lands With people lynching River ! Why are you silent ? (1) Crops failures Farmers suicides Wailing bereaved families Conscience ! Why are you silent? Bombings and shootings Killing Innocents with drones Battles on borders Peace! Why are you silent? Rapes and murders[Read More…]

India Now!

India Now!

India Now!

India Now!

India Now!

India Now!

India Now!

India Now!

“When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer As A Young Wife”: Moving Beyond Data To Tackle Domestic Violence

“When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer As A Young Wife”: Moving Beyond Data To Tackle Domestic Violence

The experience of violence that women face behind closed doors is a global disease. There are no boundaries, cultural or social, for this violence, as it is deeply ingrained in a society that is patriarchal. Domestic Violence is a phenomenon that is usually accepted within families and is brushed under the carpet as a matter that is personal, so others[Read More…]

Will You Remember?

Will You Remember?

No, my world!
“I shall never be hopeless …
whatever you may say.
I shall rhyme my life with the
rhythm of God’s chime, and
row my boat of love over the human’s core
until the stream of abhorrence runs dry,”
sang the infant to the world.

The Hangman And The Noose

The Hangman And The Noose

Sun! Don’t rise like a scaffold ..! Let the darkness engulfed like the dark cloth round the neck Of the victim clear itself …. Sun! Don’t rise till the gallows Are removed for ever From the face of the Earth Till a hangman Refuses to take the life of another person By force… For a few bucks When the person[Read More…]

Assumption: A Non-Veg Verse

Assumption: A Non-Veg Verse

My hunger is more red and blue.
More holiness craving passion.
More core to me than your imposing
Dark-kindness and darker-laws.

Physiology of Lynching

Physiology of Lynching

It starts with division
‘We’ the majority all powerful against fewer ‘you’
righteous in our indignation against your beliefs
and much aggrieved by your actions
even if there is no evidence of your actually doing it
your caste or religion is enough
to multiply our aversion
your name alone aggravates us
your beards, caps or turbans are dead giveaway
that you don’t belong here

Before I Get Lynched (You Too)

Before I Get Lynched (You Too)

How many more stars we make?
How many more we need to break the silence
until each one of us become stars?

The Whore Named War

The Whore Named War

To lie closer, they folded their plicate wings,
ate blood and shit and the sweat of each other,
retched their names in history’s spittoon,
lay blear-eyed, dreamed-out, dreamless at last.

Venomous Girl

Venomous Girl

  I flinched and hid myself to evade her but she spotted me, her prey. Clad in a national dress, and waving the flags of patriotism in the air she came and raped me, scratching my face with razor sharp nails. Red, blood red were her eyes burning with rage as she thundered her national song again and again. Xenophobia[Read More…]

The School Bag – Chronicler of Memories

The School Bag – Chronicler of Memories

“…most modern conflict has been grounded in the use of terror to control and silence whole populations. Those abusing power typically refuse to acknowledge their dead victims, as if they had never existed and were mere wraiths in the memories of those left behind. This denial, and the impunity of those who maintain it must be challenged if survivors are[Read More…]

Hunger

Hunger

  Bloated stomachs and rust colored hair strolls everywhere in the countryside and city slums, obliged to perish much before their time empty, naked hungry and cold, their figures are like the edge of the world an embarkation point of hope. The tears, spilling out from their heart, a concoction of a broken mirror and a cigarette burning at both[Read More…]

Demonetisation

Demonetisation

To hunt crocodiles, the pond was dried.
No crocodiles were found because they can live on land too.
But all the small fish died.

Photo by Phliar

To The Wind

Every morning,
she stands
at the murky corner of her room,
and raises her finger to the world.

Several Kashmiri shawls, a wreath of roses,
an expired passport, feathers of the bald eagle,
a Chinese mandolin, an empty wine bottle
and some antique Newari vases,
lay across her feet.

Photo by Teknorat

Suppression, I Accept Not

  I came into this world not like the river but like a drop of water and will soon evaporate. Though, I am only a drop of water in the majestic ocean of nature, I yearn to create a vigorous ripple of freedom, in the eternity of the water. For I am a man of eternal freedom, and suppression I[Read More…]

Letter To father

Letter To father

Father, I would have loved you more Had you felt happy When I was born As you felt when at the time of my brother … Dear father, I would have cared you more Had you shared your thoughts On life and property As you did with my brother .. But oh! Father, You commanded me like a priest You[Read More…]

Savitri Bai Bhage

Savitri Bai Bhage

Kawade was expecting his first cup of chai as he flipped through Prajavani In the small balcony adjacent to the living room though his roots took him back to Maratha lineage, His Marathi was laced with Kannada The rituals he followed were a pleasant mix of cultures his ancestors had Followed in a land that they tried to suit Kawade[Read More…]

The Tale of a Cow Boy 

The Tale of a Cow Boy 

Biswa goes to watch the movie ‘Kuchka Vikas – Unka Haath’ with his class mates

and just as the national anthem is about to start he gets an epileptic fit

and they slap him with cow leather shoes and

sprinkle cow urine on his face and

as he comes back to his senses

he utters feebly

‘Gau mata ki jai’

and the crowd scatters.

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Turn to page 5 / Continued on Page 10  

Turn to page 5 / Continued on Page 10  

  The morning newspaper was splattered with The Chief Ministers face in every alternate page One was even an illustration that made him look a rock cut monument Wherein he was extolling on the tourist friendliness of his government A government that turns a ripe four years, the headlines boasted Equivalent to 90, if governments were to be compared to[Read More…]

Blood Red Wheelbarrow

Blood Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

We Are

We Are

 I am not in you you are not in me. We are as diverse as the stars in the sky; we are not us we are total strangers. You live in the colour of the rainbow and wear the linings of the cloud whereas I live in the silhouette of the tyranny and wear the costume of disparity. You sleep[Read More…]

The Bird’s Eye

The Bird’s Eye

I Greetings Guruji. We have been waiting for you anxiously since morning. What happened? Why are you so late? Oh, I see. The road accidents have now become daily occurrence.  God knows when the new highway is going to be completed. Until then it will go on like this. So how long was the jam did you say? Three hours?[Read More…]

April Fools

April Fools

I found god today at the bottom of a tequila bottle or was that a worm well preserved for eternity con gusano to infidels sans imagination interested only in their impotent virility Impossible is nothing in the cowdom we inhibit right from immaculate conception of virgin peahens to teary head honcho who eats his words for all three meals and[Read More…]

Democracy

Democracy

I am cold
but not numb.

I am silent
but not dumb.

I am not gazing
but not blind.

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For The Immediate Attention Of Dissident Seasons

For The Immediate Attention Of Dissident Seasons

Plots for Spring to blossom
have been pre-allotted.
Don’t violate the boundaries
and carpet the roads with blossoms
and call it freedom of expression.

The events at Standing Rock have been transformative, and these victories are not ones that Energy Transfer Partners or even President-elect Trump can take away. (Photo: Oceti Sakowin/flickr/cc)

The ‘Truth’ Of The Matter

Lies propagated as truths
Half – truths and ‘ post truths’
Cannot, for long, hide reality
From vast humanity

They Came For Our Children

They Came For Our Children

We grew up looking at the stars in the sky,
Every morning we wake up to the screeching sounds,
We happily lived in our beautiful homes that you derogatorily call jungle,
But one fine day they, came for our children.

Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter

  White racists! Supremacists! Yes! We are dark!… Black! Egoistic imperialists! You are not on the right track! From Asia and Africa We were herded as slaves To serve your America From our birth to graves Without our toil and strain How can you make ‘ America great again’ ? Without our body and brain How much can America gain?[Read More…]

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Pulp Friction

Pulp Friction

Do the righteous amongst us choose formulaic thinking over science-based deductive observation? Pulp Fiction, released in 1994 as an American black comedy neo-noir crime film written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, is from a story by Tarantino and Roger Avary. It was, and continues to be a cultural watershed…a great piece of cinematic art capturing the myopia within American culture.Samuel[Read More…]

Dreamers Of The Third Kind

Dreamers Of The Third Kind

A Brief Sketch of Alternative Films: Making, Screening and Orgnising People’s Film Festivals in India When Martin Luther King (Junior) stated: `I have a dream’, he never meant that he wanted to become a film maker. When Lumiere brothers made the first documentary in the world, capturing the images of a train coming towards the audience, some of the audience[Read More…]

Sermons

Sermons

Brothers ! Sisters ! Listen !
Unite and hasten
To counter cow vigilantes
Forced religious conversions
Voice right to dissent
And rights of women empowerment
Release of illegal detainees
Without speedy trial and justice

Now Float Me Down….

Now Float Me Down….

During our recent “celebration” of Memorial Day, I heard the rumblings of muscular motorcycles outside my window, on the streets below my apartment in Washington, D.C. There seemed to be many such displays in public places or on TV. A former judge in my apartment building told me about “festivities” taking place at the Kennedy Center, to mark the 100th[Read More…]

Life Cycle

Life Cycle

  My life Is a ‘ fatal accident’… An unintended incident Clock starts ticking As my heart starts beating Like countdown before a satellite Exploding into the sky straight I become an identity A family’s entity Assume a name, a caste, a sanctity A religion, a member of a community I start becoming greedy Sucking milk from a dead mother’s[Read More…]

Beef Poem

Beef Poem

My harvest of poems
will be winnowed.
if done deftly,
the lighter shallow poems
blow away in the wind
while the heavier, meatier poems,
fall back onto the tray,
to become the fire in my belly
like beef.

Lynching

Lynching

a gruesome truth we dare not speak
of violence with its bloody taunt
such terror stories seldom haunt
in lands where casteist pyres reek

 The West Spreading New Wave Of Feel-Good Movies And False Hopes

 The West Spreading New Wave Of Feel-Good Movies And False Hopes

  Watch blockbuster movies from the “south” and chances are you will start to believe that the world is not really such a desperate place. Perhaps you might even get convinced that under the present imperialist and turbo-capitalist global arrangement things can always get better. If you live in a gutter somewhere in Sub-Continent or Africa, you could simply try[Read More…]

How To Lynch A Man

How To Lynch A Man

it’s really simple. what you need first is
a man, preferably alone, poor or looking
poor, carrying no weapons and exhausted
from work, starving, and apparently
belonging to a lower caste or a muslim.

Reflections Of A Seed

Reflections Of A Seed

I wish I remain
In the cozy lap of mother Earth
Safe without pain
Of germination and growth …

Little Damini

Little Damini

As the Devil tiptoes into the room, The little girl’s hands seize the cane As he walks towards doom, His gaze fixed at her bane Brutus will make his deft move, But Caesar’s honour will not demise No longer trapped under his cove, The Damini in her is swift to rise Daddy’s little girl is now mature Ready to strike[Read More…]

Blow Jobs

Blow Jobs

Government of the blowjobs, by the blowjobs, and for the blowjobs
Government of the warmongers, by the warmongers, and for the warmongers
Is not war the ultimate blowjob?

Ballad of People

Ballad of People

Fifty springs have passed
Number of people martyred
But, till democratic equality is not attained
Future torch – bearer is Naxalbari

Bahubali And The Propagation Of Gender Stereotypes

Bahubali And The Propagation Of Gender Stereotypes

With the path-breaking commercial success of the Bahubali series, it has become imperative to highlight certain other noteworthy achievements of the movie. While focusing on grossing billions and establishing landmarks in the world of commercial cinema, the makers of the movie did-not even attempt to window-dress the glaring prejudices and biases that the movie series conveys. The most blatantly and[Read More…]

“Me And My Shadow-Drone”

“Me And My Shadow-Drone”

The computer whined
a kind of laugh….
“You’re on a biometric leash!
We know your thoughts before you strew them
haphazardly about.”

The Film Bahubali Amidst An Ethos of Hinduism

The Film Bahubali Amidst An Ethos of Hinduism

  Considering its huge budget, it is perhaps not surprising that there has been so much orchestrated praise in the media for the film Bahubali 2 with its record box office collections. It is disturbing enough but more questionable is the RSS mouthpiece Panchjanya championing the film as an ideal expression of Hindu values . One can give any spin[Read More…]

The Hand

The Hand

Around nine years ago, I read a very powerful poem called “The Hand.” It haunts me to this day as it perfectly summed up the utter travesty, ugliness and brutality of warmongering activities whether nation to nation or in smaller scale regional conflicts. The aftermath of carnage explained in the poetry was straight to the point. It starkly showed the[Read More…]

Investigation

Investigation

Your honour!
Stifling his right of expression
Punishing him with incarceration
Is nothing different from anticipation
But continued centuries of strangulation
Of justice generation after generation !

We Can Learn To Express More Boldly From Manto

We Can Learn To Express More Boldly From Manto

If the great Urdu writer, Saadat Hasan Manto was alive today, he would have been 105 years old. I wonder whether his spectacled and now old eyes would be surprised at how the world had further degraded in values of humanism. On second thoughts I doubt todays India or Pakistan with its ever increasing intolerance, extremism and gender inequality would[Read More…]

Tributes

Tributes

Oh! Mother of civilization !
We are out to destroy
The meticulous creation
You nourished for us to enjoy

Photo by Kasun Chamara

Three Found Poems

Three eruptions of unintentional poetry plucked from prose works, on topics ranging from homelessness in India to neocolonialism to death.

 Poetry Against Violence: A Prayer For Peace

 Poetry Against Violence: A Prayer For Peace

  Poetry has ever been a conversation with self, with the other that we tend to call society, with nature and with mystery that envelopes all beings. Ocatvio Paz, wrote in his introduction to  Poesia en Movimiento ( Poetry in Motion ) an anthology of contemporary Mexican poetry : “There can be no poetry without history, but poetry has no[Read More…]

The Omnipotent And Omniscient

The Omnipotent And Omniscient

But if you risk life
Continue strife
Spread collective power
High over the infinite ‘ Sky’ tower
Will the big brother follow you?

Unfortunate Set of Circumstances

Unfortunate Set of Circumstances

It was a cloudy Sunday morning and Vesna was cooking up a storm for her two colleagues from work. All three of them were immigrants from Eastern Europe with similar pasts, comparable presents, and daunting futures. Back in their youth they were oblivious optimists, but a series of debilitating clean sweeps gradually turned them into neurotic toilet scrubbers who could[Read More…]

Doctor And Predator

Doctor And Predator

Welcome to the nation!
‘ Doctor President’ Erdogan!
Let dictatorship and despotism
Integrate fanaticism with fascism!

Rays

Rays

Sun zooms into sky
Like aspirations of workers of ‘ Maruti Suzuki ‘
Toiling daily with casting and moulding
And turning and fitting
Gears, accelerators and brakes
Or cushioned seats and side glasses
In the sweltering heat
And iron rust

Killing Kids at Yale Law School

Killing Kids at Yale Law School

Early January 1977 Just out of Harvard Law Looking for a job Landing at Yale Law 26 years old 2 hour faculty presentation In faculty lounge To my right Dean Harry Wellington Arrayed left and right Across the room Yale Law Faculty all Most distinguished crowd   Sitting in the back Directly opposite Clear line of sight Glaring right at[Read More…]

Photo by mysterykatt123

Question

When life is uncertain
Death certain
How long can 1%
Live with wealth of 99% ?

The Snow Girls

The Snow Girls

The battle lines were drawn up.
The snow girls with books in backpacks.
The olive green troopers with guns.
An eagle perched on a white cloud
relayed the proceedings to Times Now.

The Bridgeport Herald Wages an Important Free Speech Fight

The Bridgeport Herald Wages an Important Free Speech Fight

                                                                                                                       [Read More…]

The Soothing Hand

The Soothing Hand

When I hear the degradation of nature I think of the tender touch of Helen Keller! When I hear of the inhuman bombings of warmongers I remember the odyssey of Homer …! When I read of children with hunger I console myself in the music of Stevie Wonder When there are so many suffering around me Still living with hope[Read More…]

MaaAranganathan (1932-2017): Chonicler of the Ordinary

MaaAranganathan (1932-2017): Chonicler of the Ordinary

In the demise of MaaAranganathan, 83,the Tamil literary world has lost a writer known for bringing out deep meaning and great beauty through very simple, detailed depictions of the mundane. Known for his artistry, modernity and unique use of language Aranganathan’s tales are a product of his observations of the lives of very ordinary people and his deep study of[Read More…]

Expanding The Poetic Field. From Ford Madox Hueffer to Kate Tempest

Expanding The Poetic Field. From Ford Madox Hueffer to Kate Tempest

I have for many years now held a deep fascination for Ford Madox Hueffer’s Antwerp, a poem as little known as the man himself, a poem written in 1915 that vividly recreates the horror of the war fields of Europe during the so-called Great War and the even greater horror of mothers waiting at Charing Cross station for sons who[Read More…]

Lines From The Edge Of Darkness

Lines From The Edge Of Darkness

At a time when military planners intensify the demonic work of softening the world up for a normalisation of the use of tactical nuclear weapons in the ever-growing fields of war, let our hearts more fully awaken to the pain of the world, and particularly to the pain of those innocents caught up in war and preparations for war.

LUKOMORYE—Poets Pave The Road To The Golden Age

LUKOMORYE—Poets Pave The Road To The Golden Age

(Rome) The recent death of the Russian poet with whom I was acquainted, Yevgheny Yevtushenko, prompted these considerations of the role of poets in social-cultural-political progress in general and in a particularly spectacular fashion in Russia. In few other countries have poets played a more significant than in Russia. Nonetheless, for centuries Russian poets have been harassed, persecuted, and punished[Read More…]

Holy Cow

Holy Cow

Madhavikutty, the renowned Malayalm writer, was ahead of her times. Here is a short story she wrote in Malayalam in the sixties. It foretells what’s happening in India now.   One day, while a boy was picking up banana skin from the waste bin and eating it, a cow reached there and grabbed it from him. He pushed the cow[Read More…]

Razak Kottakkal

Razak Kottakkal: A Legend of ‘Light And Shadow’

Putting my “camera between the skin of a person and his shirt is the most difficult thing for me,” says Henri Cartier-Bresson, a renowned French humanist photographer. Cartier-Bresson was speaking of his predicament as a photographer while taking a portrait. Cartier-Bresson’s anxiety was apparently about reaching the subject/object as close as possible – an intellectually fascinating but a real time challenge[Read More…]

Cornish Pagan & Male Nude Art Sculpture created in Cornwall (UK) by British Artist Malcolm Lidbury http://www.malenudesculpture.blogspot.com.  Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.

Nudity

Then he thought he should have a drink
And all the bars were closed.
They told him ` get married and you will be fine’
Then he just asked them this:
`Will it cover my nudity?’

A Lunatic Is On The Loose !

A Lunatic Is On The Loose !

Now we have heard the whisper again
That India may change
Its no-first use-nuclear policy
It is enough for counter lunatics
To convert sanity into lunacy
To transform the meanings
Of `peace and harmony’.

Silence Of The Graves !

Silence Of The Graves !

And when the dead bodies do not wake up
I keep telling myself
That it is safer to get drunk
On the silence of the graves.

Lynne Stewart, Our Lady Mandela

Lynne Stewart, Our Lady Mandela

While Obama and Cameron take “selfies,”
shedding crocodile tears
at Nelson Mandela’s final farewell,
our Lady Mandela gazes over
the path she has made by her walking.

The Impoverished Gift

The Impoverished Gift

[From Deen Daan] by Rabindranath Tagore Thus offered the royal servant- “Your Highness, despite much pleading Narottama, the greatest of the Sadhus, Shunning the opulent shelter of your golden temple Is engaged upon the sacred devotions of sankirtana Under the shade of a tree by the roadside.   Scores of devotees swarm the holy man Tears of uncontrollable bliss overflow[Read More…]

The Unique Musical Creations of Kumar Sachin Dev Burman and Their Roots in the Reeds and Soil of Bengal-  Part II

The Unique Musical Creations of Kumar Sachin Dev Burman and Their Roots in the Reeds and Soil of Bengal-  Part II

On the subject of SDB’s lifelong allegiance and closeness to the folk traditions of Bengal, there is an excellent interview by SankarlalBhattacharjee (whose transcript is available at the link appended to the end of this essay)- titled The Case for Folk Music, the  interview focuses primarily on his experiences in the Bombay film industry.  In the interview, he points out[Read More…]

The Unique Musical Creations of Kumar Sachin Dev Burman and Their Roots in the Reeds and Soil of Bengal-  Part I

The Unique Musical Creations of Kumar Sachin Dev Burman and Their Roots in the Reeds and Soil of Bengal-  Part I

His apparent estrangement from the Tagorean epoch As with many other frontiers, the Bengal renaissance flowered mellifluously in the domain of music as well.  An exhaustive account of this creative flowering would of course require the space of several books, suffice it to say that the overarching contributor to this renaissance was none other than the greatest symbol of the[Read More…]

Miya hum bhi Hindustani Musalman hain

Miya hum bhi Hindustani Musalman hain

Miya main kaisa Musalman hain? I am that Musalman who is being asked again and again again and again if i am from Pakistan when I say My name is Ajmal I am that Musalman for whom it doesn’t make a difference if i am a Khoja, Bohra Sunni or a Shiya But during frisking if my name is asked[Read More…]

Iranian Filmmaker Asghar Farhadi’s The Salesman

Iranian Filmmaker Asghar Farhadi’s The Salesman

The film is remarkable and rich, the kind of experience you turn over in your mind for days afterwards, discovering new facets that reflect new themes or ideas. Above all, the film affirms the essential humanity of every person—even and especially the “villain”—and exposes the emptiness and absurdity of revenge-taking.

“Ezra” – A Reincarnation Of ‘Dybbuk’ Movies From The West

“Ezra” – A Reincarnation Of ‘Dybbuk’ Movies From The West

Our ‘sensibility’ is not surely an objective-aesthetic experience in terms of understanding, appreciating and even critiquing any art, literature, film etc. But it sometimes demands some ‘common’ sense in, at least, viewing a film. Exorcism is no novel experience in the history of world films. Like stories interwoven around myths and fantasies, devils and evil spirits continue to be a[Read More…]

Agha Shahid Ali: Kashmir’s Own Poet of Pain

Agha Shahid Ali: Kashmir’s Own Poet of Pain

As a poet, Agha Shahid Ali (1949-2001), the well-known Kashmiri, had a conspicuous allegiance to the aesthetics of art. However, in giving prominence to this undeniable facet of his poetry, critics, in the words of Claire Chambers, have “soft-pedalled the political message” of Agha Shahid’s poetry (1). As Kashmiris come to terms with what they suffered in the last seven[Read More…]

The movie Salt of the Earth made a comeback by the 1970s after it was banned in the United States during the 1950s and into the 1960s...

Reflections On The Movie ‘Salt Of The Earth’ And A 1999 Book Titled The Suppression Of Salt Of The Earth by James J. Lorence …

As a university professor and a white male, I teach a course on “Race and Ethnic Diversity,” and have taught over 40 semesters of this course over the past 12 ½ years in rural Indiana. While looking at a number of white ethnic groups as well as a number of ethnic groups of color in the course — I argue[Read More…]

Trolling Of Zaira Wasim: Why The Selective Generalisation?

Trolling Of Zaira Wasim: Why The Selective Generalisation?

Social networking sites and media channels are buzzing with the slogan: “We are with her”. Yes, I am talking about Zaira Wasim, who by her achievement made her parents and entire Kashmir very proud. However it remains particularly unknown that who in Kashmir is against her? Although many have expressed their anger about her meeting with Mehbooba Mufti, but that[Read More…]

Om Puri: An Appreciation

Om Puri: An Appreciation

Om Puri, one of India’s most celebrated actors, was found dead at his Mumbai home last week, apparently of natural causes. The 66-year-old Puri leaves behind an enduring legacy, having starred in some of Indian cinema’s most remarkable films. In his prime, Puri was among the principal actors associated with Parallel Cinema, a film movement in India that was beginning[Read More…]

Watch Dangal, Uncover The Logic Of Contemporary Right-Wing Ideology!

Watch Dangal, Uncover The Logic Of Contemporary Right-Wing Ideology!

  Dangal has captured the imagination of an average middle-class Indian. Yes! It is a fantastic movie. Yes! There should be positive reviews of the movie. Obviously, both critiquing and praising. It is indeed a good movie which has a lot to say about contemporary Indian social reality. Unlike the social media proclamations of Dangal, what fascinated me is the[Read More…]

Dangal: An Overrated Movie Of Ideals

Dangal: An Overrated Movie Of Ideals

Primary job of any movie is to act as an anchor of conscience in a given society. This could be intrinsic or could be methodical. The purpose of movie or any art is to leave an impression, possibly a desirable one, on the minds of audience. Stronger the mark of impression, stronger the attachment to the movie and stronger the[Read More…]

Carrie Fisher: Hollywood In-Breeding And The Velocity Of Being

Carrie Fisher: Hollywood In-Breeding And The Velocity Of Being

There was always going to be a good deal of thick drama around Carrie Fisher, by her own confession, a product of Hollywood in-breeding.  Her parents, Debbie Reynolds and the crooner Eddie Fisher, provided ample material for the gossip columns in a marriage breakup after Eddie sped away with Elizabeth Taylor.  This was the background of an “unfilmable Dynasty”, one[Read More…]

Dangal: A Sociological Review

Dangal: A Sociological Review

One of the major motivations for me to watch Dangal was its poster that featured girls with the ‘boy-cut’. Another one was the associated murmurs that claimed it to be another film that propagates ‘women empowerment’. After watching the film, I felt that the understanding of ‘women empowerment’ in our society is still limited, empowerment is being ‘equal’ or ‘nearly[Read More…]

The Masses Support Modi (Not)

The Masses Support Modi (Not)

You destroyed the economy
with one colossal blunder.
You’ve brought untold misery
and torn our lives asunder.

But Modi-ji, whatever you do
or say or think is fine.
There’s just one more little thing
you ought to do. RESIGN.

The Russians Are Hacking My Poems!!!

The Russians Are Hacking My Poems!!!

    1. Dah! It’s true! Every time I come upon some clever turn-of-phrase, they’re in my brain, they’re at my screen— hacking, hacking, hacking!   Every metaphor I write they claim is Dostoyevsky’s! Every simile is Tolstoy’s! Every irony—you guessed it! Chekhov’s!   They turn my language inside-out. I write moon-June love poems, and they turn them into treatises[Read More…]

AURORA cover by George Burchett

Aurora: Western “Culture” Is Wrecking Entire Continents

  You say “European cultural institutions”, and what should come immediately to mind are lavish concerts, avant-garde art exhibitions, high quality language courses and benevolent scholarships for talented cash-strapped local students. It is all so noble, so civilized! Or, is it really? Think twice! I wrote my short novel, “Aurora”, after studying the activities of various Western ‘cultural institutions’, in[Read More…]

I Voted

I Voted

To see the planet whole;
To know our place upon it;
To nurture and restore it;
To abide in moderation,
With compassionate humility;
That the arts might consecrate us—
I voted.

Ode To Turmeric

Ode To Turmeric

Share the bounty of the Earth!
Make a joyful sound!
A teaspoon’s worth
can give new birth;
let the hills resound–
there’s plenty to go around,
sharing in rebirth.

Camouflage squares representing veteran suicides.

Unfinished Portrait

Unfinished Portrait is a project in perpetuity, tracking the footsteps of our post- 9/11, post-Iraq War world.I began work on the project in 2005. And, today, eleven years later, the content and execution of this work has evolved, much like the illegal wars of Iraq and Afghanistan have themselves evolved, you might say.

Careful Now  

Careful Now  

This is the wall of stone faces
This is the plain of lost skulls
How much blood must fallow
Before we’ve had enough?

PINK: No Pinkwashing Here…The Film Is Sincere And Grounded In Indian Reality

PINK: No Pinkwashing Here…The Film Is Sincere And Grounded In Indian Reality

As a researcher in Film and Gender Studies, I had great expectations of the movie PINK. I must say, the positive audience and critical reception to the film is well deserved, while it also reflects on the perfect timing of its making and release, when public discourses on issues of rape and gendered violence come down heavily on the side[Read More…]

A Meeting

A Meeting

When Jesus and the Buddha met
in a meadow of larkspurs, on a balmy day,
the bees of the valley went mad with love,
the sky and the sun were a glaze.
“Let us sit on the grass,” said Buddha.
And they rested their traveling bones.
One in cambric, the other in saffron,
and the air was the color of amber.

Questioning The Patriarchal Attitudes: A Review Of The Film Pink 

Questioning The Patriarchal Attitudes: A Review Of The Film Pink 

  Instances of rape are quite common in India. According to National Crimes Record Bureau (NCRB), about 93 rapes take place in India every day. Two different perspectives emerge in relation to cause of rapes. There is a prevalent patriarchal view with a base in feudal mindset, which blames the victim.  It argues that rapes do happen due to lack[Read More…]

The Fourth Remake Of “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers”

The Fourth Remake Of “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers”

True film aficionados who are old enough probably know that there were three cinematic versions of The Invasion of the Body Snatchers (TIOTBS). Doesn’t matter, though, whether or not you’re familiar with them. I’ll give you enough to chew on here, and then hit you with why there needs to be another one made. The first two TIOTBS films had[Read More…]

Lakshman Rekha: A Sensitive Film On Public Discourses On Sexual Assault

Lakshman Rekha: A Sensitive Film On Public Discourses On Sexual Assault

Lakshman Rekha, a film by Geetika Tondon looks at how conversations in the media are played out in cases of sexual assault in India. This twenty minute short premiered in July 2016 at the inaugural session of the Film Club, Centre for Women’s Studies, University of Hyderabad, in the presence of the film maker. The film was followed by an[Read More…]

A Moment Of Silence, Before I Start This Poem

A Moment Of Silence, Before I Start This Poem

Here is your silence.
Take it.
But take it all
Don’t cut in line.
Let your silence begin
at the beginning of crime But we,
Tonight we will keep right on singing
For our dead.

Anuragi: A Musical Journey

Anuragi: A Musical Journey

  Tell us something about you and your band; how you started your journey in music and how did you come together? Dr Rajesh Anuragi : I was born and raised in a small town of Hamirpur, district of UP. My father is a musician and a table player. Since school days I was always a bright student. I started[Read More…]

Confusions Of A Patriot

Confusions Of A Patriot

The tender coconut that you once gave me
Was certainly more tasty,
Than a nation you have offered
To keep me alive and to shape a meaning
For your existence than mine!

Review: Samah Sabawi’s‘Tales Of A City By The Sea’

Review: Samah Sabawi’s‘Tales Of A City By The Sea’

How do you talk about a situation so heavily overlaid with the politics of pain that to even mention the word ‘Gaza’ creates division? Reactions that teeter between fear and resistance, ignorance and involvement, suspicion and commitment. How do we face the reality that it is civilians, especially children, women and the elderly who suffer most in protracted situations of[Read More…]

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Seeing Wetiko

One of the most important languages for expressing the values of the commons, I have come to realize, is art. It can often express visceral knowledge more effectively than words and give those insights a more powerful cultural reality. Those were my thoughts when I saw “Seeing Wetiko,” an “online gallery” of artworks, music and videos just released by the global arts[Read More…]

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Kabali: From Caste To Consciousness

Kabali: From Caste To Consciousness

Last month, before Kabali released some of the Dalits in Tamil Nadu posted a merged picture on face book, which had Dr. Ambedkar, in his usual pride and impressive posture, on the one side and actor Rajnikanth on the other side. I responded to them, “Do not compare Rajinikanth with Ambedkar”. They replied “Rajini seems to be imitating and emulating[Read More…]

 Review Of Movie “A Bitter Lime” – Disenchanted First World Couple Escape To Third World Guyana

 Review Of Movie “A Bitter Lime” – Disenchanted First World Couple Escape To Third World Guyana

“A Bitter Lime” is a variously funny to  Kafkaesque movie about a rich and young but disenchanted First World couple leaving Los Angeles for Georgetown in Third World  Guyana. A beautifully filmed and poetic movie, “A Bitter Lime” touches on escapism, existential angst, North-South, Man-Nature and love.  Directed by Australian Max De Bowen (Max Orter) , “A Bitter Lime” is[Read More…]

Backward or Forward

Backward or Forward

Backward or forward

Life is still

But minds are terrorized

Hearts moan

And home is a war zone

 Mahasweta Devi: Her Ideas And Legacy

 Mahasweta Devi: Her Ideas And Legacy

Mahasweta Devi is no more. With her passing one great intellectual who wrote for the most unprivileged sections of the Indian society, the tribals  leaves the earth. Her writings are socially relevant than any other contemporary writer. In fact the truth is that no one has written so prolifically, as she has done at the global level, for the underprivileged section of[Read More…]

My Sister

My Sister

My daughter lies on a hospital bed at this moment. Her entire body has deep red marks that have seeped inside her skin like a poisonous wasp’s sting. Doctors are trying their best to heal the wounds. My daughter, she is only four. She looks at the tik-tok of the clock to pass her time. She does not look outside[Read More…]

Blowing In The Wind In Vizhinjam

Blowing In The Wind In Vizhinjam

How many stones should a Vizhinjam Port fill
So that life in the sea will be gone?
How many houses will the project destroy
So that the leaders will look look down with shame?
How many crores will an Adani loot
From taxes of the people of this land?
The answer my friend, is blowing in wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.

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 ‘Voices From The Ruins Of Kandhamal’ And Why I Cried After Watching The Film

 ‘Voices From The Ruins Of Kandhamal’ And Why I Cried After Watching The Film

Kandhamal is not a new subject to me. Countercurrents.org had published an article on 2nd November 2003 by Angana Chatterjee “Orissa: A Gujarat In The making”. It was five years before the worst communal violence against Christians in modern India happened in Kandhamal in 2008 in which 93 people were killed, over 350 churches and worship places which belonged to[Read More…]

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Shahid,

i sent you a postcard

neat 6×4 inch

slab avalanche of grief

disfigured black flag

punched with pellets

the night sky’s

braille ligatures

 Slings And Arrows: Bernie Sanders Plays The Bard

 Slings And Arrows: Bernie Sanders Plays The Bard

Have I been out-Trumped?
(He doth bestride the narrow world like a Collosus!)
Out-Foxed by one “extremely careless”?
Oh, what Ailes me now? What Ailes us all?
But, soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East–and Jill Stein is the sun!

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Zero Days: Vulnerability Of Humanity

Zero Days: Vulnerability Of Humanity

Subsequent to the chilling account written by a known investigative journalist, Kim Zetter, towards the end of 2014, the new documentary film has been just released to the public domain and started screening as of July 08. This is indeed shocking! How are we going to deal with this? Is this going to outline the next world war? We are[Read More…]

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Tony Blair Goes To Confession

Tony Blair Goes To Confession

(Former UK Prime Minister Tony Blair, with the stealthy movements of a fugitive, enters a small, nondescript Catholic church in South London. Before letting the door close, he looks behind him as if he fears someone has been tailing him, someone from whom he is desperate to escape. Tony sports a fake mustache and wears the somewhat rumpled outfit of[Read More…]

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Our Ku Klux Klan In Blue

Our Ku Klux Klan In Blue

Way to go America! Our police shoot to kill Blacks Just like “unlawful combatants” In our Global War on Terrorism GWOT Blowback On the Streets of these United States. Military training, weapons, tactics, mentality Brought to bear By our White Racist paramilitarized police Against our Forever Untermenschen Blacks Our Ku Klux Klan in Blue Next coming to you. No end[Read More…]

Venkatappa Art Gallery: Who Will Hear An Artist’s Anguish?

Venkatappa Art Gallery: Who Will Hear An Artist’s Anguish?

Artist Paramesh Jolad’s letter to Umashree, Minister for Kannada and Culture, Government of Karnataka and an award winning artist.

   The Hills of Connecticut: Where Theatre And Life Became One  

   The Hills of Connecticut: Where Theatre And Life Became One  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                In 1931, a new theater ensemble was formed in New York City. The vision of Harold Clurman, Lee Strasberg,[Read More…]

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Between The Void – A Poem by K.P. Sasi

Between The Void – A Poem by K.P. Sasi

The pain of birth. A breathing child arrives With the loudest unhappy tears Cursing the entry into this planet Yearning to be where once belonged. The pain of death. Clinging to the last breath Refusing to leave the touch of fresh air Hated at the time of arrival. A last struggle to maintain The life which floated on air. You[Read More…]

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Yasodhara – A Poem By Dr. Vanita

Yasodhara – A Poem By Dr. Vanita

This time around, Siddhartha let Yashodhara go to attain nirvana instead of you. In your colourful palace she sits forlorn. The colours fail to brighten her day. They disgust her. Yashodhara will leave you with a delicate flower in your bosom. Not to worry, you’ve attained enlightenment, right? You’ll figure this one out too. Look at the forlorn footprints behind[Read More…]

Kashmir’s Exile Poetry: An Aesthetic of Loss

Kashmir’s Exile Poetry: An Aesthetic of Loss

Having been in exile for more than two decades now, many Pandits are taking to poetry and other forms of art to express their profound angst on their life as migrants and a gradual loss of their communitarian identity. In their new found voices, they can be seen yearning for their loss home or paradise while also lamenting on the[Read More…]

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Social Facts In An ‘Off-Day Game”

Social Facts In An ‘Off-Day Game”

It is more often a rare experience to be a part of a ‘critical insider’ while being with a movie. Politics is also very rarely seen in the ‘foreground’ in the ‘making’ of a movie – the most widely visible practice is to place it in the ‘background.’ What politically goes in between these spaces (background and foreground) is also[Read More…]

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Window

Window

One day
I will open the windows of my dreams
to watch men and women
young and old
hugging and kissing
singing and dancing
without the poison of hatred
and without the guilt
of their silence.

Bengaluru’s Erasure: One Exhibition At A Time

Bengaluru’s Erasure: One Exhibition At A Time

  As someone who grew up in Bangalore and came into an identity through Bengaluru, there is a deeply wrenching dichotomy one is forced to negotiate and live with. Janaki Nair’s wonderful book on Bengaluru, The Promise of the Metropolis, traces this to a spatial and linguistic division between the pete (native quarters) and the cantonment (British military station). This[Read More…]

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Gaza: Resistance Through Poetry

Gaza: Resistance Through Poetry

“(At dawn) … I will resist … (Since) upon the wall there is still a white sheet … And my fingers are yet to (completely) dissolve.” This is a translated verse from Mu’in Bseiso’ “Three Walls of the Torture Chamber”. He was -and remains – one of Gaza’s most influential intellectual and renowned poets. After Israel occupied the Gaza Strip[Read More…]

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A View From Japan: An Interview With Motoyuki Shibata

A View From Japan: An Interview With Motoyuki Shibata

Motoyuki Shibata in New York City In Japan, even a serious writer may be seen on mass advertising, and a translator can become a star. One of Japan’s most famous intellectuals, Motoyuki Shibata is a specialist on American literature. He has translated books by Thomas Pynchon, Paul Auster, Steven Millhauser and Stuart Dybek, among others. Shibata is also the editor[Read More…]

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Linh Dinh and Eirikur Orn Norddahl in Stokkseyri Iceland 2007

A View From Iceland: An Interview With Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl

Born in Reykjavík in 1978, Norðdahl was raised in Ísafjörður, a fishing village of just 2,623 people in northwest Iceland. Its population has been shrinking for several decades. Norðdahl’s father was a fisherman, and his mother a school teacher. Starting with his first job in a shrimp factory at age 12, Norðdahl has worked as a hotel night watchman, cook[Read More…]

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