Human Animals
When a war breaks out, our life-long lesson goes astray, our sense of sanity derails. We degenerate into human animals.
Freevoice
I write because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, said George Orwell. As a writer, I never kowtow to the whims and dictates of the sacred godmen or godwomen, the political bigots and hypocrites, dealers of laymen, the dishonest and self-serving intellectuals, traders of religions, the betrayers of ‘other’ Indians who eke out a living by their sweat, who are living in fear for being lynched for this and that.
Israel and Palestine: Focus on the Problem, Not the Solution
The problem is: How can the 13.7 million people who live in the Problem Area structure their political, economic, religious and social relationships in a manner that allows them to live in peace with each other, in a context of justice and equity for all?
Incredible Land!
We read science, but we are still confused about the creation of our planet. We take benefits of science. But we don't believe in science. We are conquering the moon. At the same time, we are funding research on cow urine to find traces of gold in it.
Speaking Truth to Power
It attests the cost of speaking truth to power. It may lead to the cause of one's death. So, enjoy nature and write and be a big name.
In the New Year
It hails New Year. In New Year Swamy hopes of a new dawn at the cost of a huge sacrifice, for which we must be prepared.
Modi’s Looking Away Tweet
Simply put, love cannot be exhibited or publicised by changing one’s digital profile or uploading a picture of the national flag to social media. It’s a matter of internalisation that occurs in the innermost of one’s mind. Any public display of any love is simply a gimmick.
Let Us Be Cheaters
Cheating is the 'new normal' of our present time. Cheaters cheat, and win and wield, amass. And people gets sandwiched!
Ma Ganga is Merciless in Monsoon
Ma Ganga is merciless in monsoon
It sports and kills us
Its holy water is red with our fresh blood
It makes us refugees in our own land.
When I Go for Evening Air
Bulging bellies, meaty thighs
Carp faces, hurried feet, talks of money, car, wine and girls
Dry limbs hurry for a smooth end
Feisty girls to sharpen body ridges
Jute Skinning
Abandoned people, abandoned hopes,
The cost of fertilizer and pesticides multiplied,
Beels are dry, But they will sow jute again.