“The poet who is not a realist is dead. And the poet who is only a realist is also dead. The poet who is only irrational will only be understood by himself and his beloved, and this is very sad.
As India turns 65, and Kindle turns 4, the world outside my window is spawning black humour… The suddenly rich guy who makes more than Rs 28 a day, the gold medalist athlete whose gender becomes a national issue, the
“Non violence is a piece of theatre. You need an audience. What can you do when you have no audience?” – Arundhati Roy Joe Bonham understands. A soldier who survived the First World War- he has no arms, no legs,
Oscar Wilde had once said that journalism is unreadable…I wouldn’t go into the merits of the sweeping statement, but it just so happens, that at times, one comes across instances of journalism, so grotesque, so misshapen, so utterly despicable, that
Humko maloom hai jannat ki haqeeqat lekin… Kindle’s issue on Kashmir was long overdue. But in the present pastiche of images, chaos of rhetoric and utter futility of narratives, which strand does one hold on to, is the pertinent
The buildup to this issue is not just a month or two long… this issue had been in exile for very very long, before we pulled it up, and it’s finally out, looking like the exposed roots of a giant
We did not go on to the stage, Neither were we called. We were shown our places, told to sit. But they, sitting on the stage, went on telling us of our sorrows, our sorrows remained ours, they never became theirs.
It’s the month of March, the month of the wild daffodil, the season of the narcissus… the time to fall in love with one’s own self. And it’s a good thing, because it makes one look into the mirror. To
There we are. With the forty second issue of our magazine. And that grumpy old (and young) Jean Paul Sartre utterance hammering inside our heads: “Everything has been figured out except how to live.” That there is a sharp economic
We live in an age of quid pro quo. Something for something. Cash for questions. Graves for independence. Fasts for democracy. Quid pro quo. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Shares for media space. Fingerprints for social security. I’ll