
On Holy Days
It attests to the disenchantment of the poet to the festivity of any holy day people celebrate with fire and food.
It attests to the disenchantment of the poet to the festivity of any holy day people celebrate with fire and food.
My country is heading towards hell for the non-Hindus. Ayodhya is gearing up to fulfill the long-cherished desire of the crores of Hindus on 22 January.
IT took 28 years of UN-sponsored climate conferences for one of them to even acknowledge the primary source of the planet’s woes. That was enough for the circus that concluded in Dubai a week ago to be hailed as a landmark.
It attests to the loving memory of the poet's mother. She took hardships with a smile and did simple things for her children and neighbours.
It attests to the trajectory of Indian students who face stiff competition in the shrinking Indian job market.
It attests to the duplicity of the men of a particular community who, after getting established, forget their past.
The world labelled us ‘refugee’,
In Allah’s wide land, and sea and sky
We are pariahs,
Ways of profits for human traffickers
Columnists still relish our survival feats!
The UGC and NCERT, guided by the Hindu nationalist agenda, are striking strong contrasts to the values of our Constitution.
The business of progressive politics in this precarious time is to remember, not forget, the instrumental and ideological violence of the Ram Janmabhoomi movement.
It attests to the irony we find in poor Khenti's copying the young girls who are exercising to lose weight and look smart to their bosses.