Freevoice

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.

Youth in Crisis Dividend or Disaster?

Parents who took loans to fund degrees are watching their children return home qualified but jobless. People in their thirties and forties, once confident professionals, now find themselves unsure of what skills to learn next or how to position themselves in a world that rewards visibility more than depth.

Sunday Morning Scene

It records the daily life of the Murshidabadi day labourers. They come from nearby villages to the town for work. Some day, they are hired. They have no way but to return home in empty hands on many days.