Six days after the votes were counted and the electorate threw a hung verdict in Jammu and Kashmir, there are no signs of government formation. Anuradha Bhasin Jamwal takes a look at the various permutations and combinations and their possible
After the farce, truly, comes the nightmare. Happy New Year, says Amit Sengupta, in the time of gaumutra. Avoid plastic surgeries .. They are not them; they too are he, him, his own transparent image, the saffron mirror of Hindutva’s
Soumabrata Chatterjee reminisces about Farooq Shiekh, his style of cinema and what made him so unique and special…. Recently, a colleague of mine introduced me to a Japanese anime named Rurouni Kenshin. It is basically about the wandering escapades of
Soumabrata Chatterjee reviews Anurag Kashyap’s new film Ugly … “And universal darkness buries all …” This line from Alexander Pope’s The Dunciad came to my mind once I finished watching Anurag Kashyap’s new film Ugly. Earlier this year, Mardaani dealt
In light of the recent killing of the Sarpanch of a village in Sopore, Haziq Qadri and Qadri Inzamam take a closer look at this recent phenomenon of unknown gunmen targeting members of the Panchayat in Jammu and Kashmir. Three
148 dead bodies Of an average height of 5 feet If arranged one on top of the other, in two columns A limb stretched here, a head bent just enough Could fill up the gaping holes in the walls
A Short story by Somnath Batabyal. Shantum loved the September mornings in Kolkata. He always preferred to call the city that. Even before the official name change, ‘Calcutta’ never really appealed to Shantum. The city brought out his “bangaliana” his
Hua Savera Zameen per phir adab se aakash Apne sar ko jhuka raha hai Ki bachhey school ja rahe hai Nadi mein snan karke suraj, Sunhari mal mal si paghdi bandhey Sadak kinare Khada hua muskura raha hai Ki
November 5, 2014 was the 14th anniversary of the world’s longest fast by Irom Sharmila. Amit Sengupta has a conversation with Irom Sharmila in her hospital room and brings us intimate stories from Manipur, of the ‘Malom Massacre’, of women
There are stories I steal from your memories, and some from the stars. I steal them from the hole of your favorite jacket, from the oozing blood of your heart from the shadow of the street light and