Beyond the thorns
Rumi writes that ‘bougainvillea dances with the wind’ even in the heart of summer’s blaze. Other writers have called it ‘a beacon of hope,’ a ‘symphony of colours,’ a ‘flame burning bright amidst the darkness,’ and the truth is there for each of us to see and experience. If you look close enough beyond the...
Almost like the brushstrokes of Monet
Why just Monet. Or Van Gogh. It could also be a word from a sonnet, a beat from a musical composition, a story by Haruki Murakami, or find even Howard Roark dreaming of his creations. It is here that one may stumble upon an inspired moment that created any kind of art anywhere in the...
A Thrilling Dive into a Gathering of Tanka Verses
Words love other words and have that strange magical power to turn each of their get-togethers into duels, sermons, inquisitions, insights, decisions, barbs, directions or whatever else they are asked to do. Sometimes we just let them clump into complex shapes that defy any description and allow them to go on with their search. It...
The curse of Kuldhara – book review
There are suspense and thriller tales that hardly ever let the adrenalin rush subside, those where calculated risks abound and then yet others where the power of the narrative scores. ‘The curse of Kuldhara’ by Richa S Mukherjee has all of these in scattered evenly and, in addition, is also like a delectable mix of...
Battleworthy thoughts on National security
National security situations that have impacted Indian political thinking on war – both limited and otherwise – and even other security-related challenges need not just an unbiased retelling of what happened but must also be insightful and courageous enough to express reflections that are not obfuscated by mere political alliances. The book that I have...
History simplified
Past, like green hues, waves,Waits, not uttering a word –It knows how words changeIf not spoken correctlyThough even silence misleads. But the past patientlyPrefers to remain quietBecause words, it knows,Are engines that hurry awayInto the unknown… somewhere… Leaving severed timeBleeding green, yet waitingFor hustling feet toTo pay heed to what the headSwaying backwards, tries to...
Love sandwiched between drugs, fanaticism, politics, and patriarchy
I remember when I was posted in Bhatinda, a friendly chemist there near Birla Mill colony told me that he sells tons of Dulcolax. So many cases of severe constipation? I asked. Addicts actually, he replied, and so I realized that drug addiction was rampant in those parts of Malwa region in Punjab. This happened...
The secret life of aggressive loudspeakers
This post is a satire on the use of loudspeakers... and also loud speakers.