Political will is one thing, social will another, but economics is what really drives the system, isn’t it?
One slip is all it takes for this night of loneliness to culminate in a crescendo of muffled moans and suppressed sighs.
There is a need to reclaim notions like Swadeshi and Swabhimaan from jingoists and rid them of their unnecessary historical baggage.
Even in the age of the Internet, love is old-fashioned.
In conversation with Jai Arjun Singh about his blog Jabberwock, film criticism, and the importance of reading for budding writers.
Just like an alcoholic’s tragic relationship with his seedy madhushala, my lonely nights had come to be punctuated by sub-standard meals at Kolkata U.P. Chats and Paratha Center.
Scissors snip menacingly, the naked razor blade wanders tantalisingly close to my ear, and cheap talcum powder is generously applied all over my neck.
It is not very incredulous to foresee a future where sentient mechanical beings will take over the mantle of evolution from human beings.
The story of the monsoons is somewhat like the story of my country, where senses and sensibilities are constantly overwhelmed, and then subjugated.
There is no magical wind that breathes life into mere bones and flesh, even if that is what the Book of Genesis or other religious scriptures would have us believe.
Over the years, one learns that reason doesn’t stand the slimmest chance against emotions and sentiments.
Where does one start when one starts to ponder such fundamental questions as the origins of life and the nature of time itself?