Hindutva Pop: A Review
Can a song trigger a murder?Can a poem spark a riot?Can a book divide a people? By…
November 2023
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Tajuddin Biswas: A Pioneer of Rural History of Murshidabad
Tajuddin Biswas was a son of the soil. He was a genius. He was a poet, storyteller, novelist, essayist, scholar, historian, and authority on land survey, deeds, records, maps, coins, etc. He was a human rights activist and a Naxalite.
Waves of Heat at our Town
It attests to the systematic techniques of exploiting the oppressed, ably used by the babus of our town year after year.
My 50 Years as an Independent Writer
I could contribute about ten thousand articles/reports, and four hundred books and booklets in Hindi and English, apart from 70 short stories, two novellas and about a 100 poems and songs. I could maintain continuity in this work as an independent writer, never applying for a job anywhere.
At the Road Junction
this man, virtually homeless and disowned by family, has to find ways of surviving: he sleeps on the pavement, under a makeshift shelter of cardboard and tarpaulin; goes for the meals in a run-down hotel, twenty minutes away, along the snaking highway but this old greying man--- with broken spectacles and dirt-encrusted old shirt and crumpled pyjama and broken irregular teeth and eyes that are blank...
Modi Government’s Celebration of ‘Tribal Pride Day’
The article talks about further strengthening the rights of the Tribal community through the Forest Rights Act, PESA and other laws.
Save our Kids from Junk
“I am almost seven ammamma”, argued my grandson, who had turned six two weeks back! This conversation…
Children’s Day
We are sorry for you, the children of war-torn Palestine. We are sorry. It is the educated, wise and intelligent people who are killing you with their sophisticated MSW. Forgive us!
Murshidabadi Dhol Players
Dhol players add joy to the city on festive days. They come from the villages, beat dhols and and earn money and buy things for their family.
A Dying Man
It attests to the certainity
of the ultimate hour that waits for everyone, be she big or small, rich or poor, lover or hater.