As I write these lines (in late January, if you’re keeping track), a group of armed right-wing militants is beginning the fourth week of its occupation of a government-owned wildlife refuge in Oregon, in the northwestern United States. Drawn from
I The most popular musician of Shillong, UN Sun—rhymes with “Moon”, not “Sun”—is difficult to trace. Asking Shillong music scene regulars elicits surprised disdain. UN Sun is not on their throbbing playlists of bands and music from around the world.
I In a flash, innocence is lost, dignity stolen and a spirit beaten. It is a power so encompassing that it holds no space for compassion for the disenfranchised. II It is a familiar tale. Stopped at a routine
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Your last film Tamasha received quite bipolar reviews from audiences, and in this day and age of social media and blogs, this sort of information is easily accessible to one and all. How do you personally think Tamasha did? How
Alberto Ruy-Sánchez Lacy is the author of six novels set in the Moroccan city of Mogador (now called Essaouira) that seek to investigate life’s mysteries and understand what it means to love and desire. He is also a poet and
Love as Sentimental Sexuality Gaspar Noé is known to shock his audience. People have vomited and walked out of his films at Cannes and other places. While many have found the violence—often sexual—exploitative and misogynistic, others have read layers of
Just before writing this, I read Rosalyn D’Mello’s new book, A Handbook For My Lover, a beautiful epistolary treatise on love and desire. I interrupted my reading for only two things: to attend a literary festival, and to buy lingerie.
The Greeks had a number of words for love to account for the multiplicities contained in the word—eros for sexual love, auteros for requited love, pothos for idealised love, philia for friendship, agape for unconditional, selfless love, storghe for the
Time was at a loss. Satyavati did not have a heaven. Where was she to be put then, post her stipulated time in hell? Heaven is where one goes. And heaven, of course, is what you had wanted in your