From the category archives:

Literary Publications

Love and Crush

Articles

Someone asked me what is the fundamental difference between being in ‘Love’ and having a ‘Crush’.

At a young age it is tough to differentiate between these two feelings and the result is always on an unhappy note. However, it is very true that even at later age this difference remains obscure to many.

July 12, 2006 1 comment

Bushy Affair

Short Story

Isn’t it weird that the president of a jungle turns out to be a bush?!

However, being one of the ‘beneficiaries’ of imperialism, I do not take the responsibility of the truth behind what I am going to narrate next. Certain facts have been purposefully twisted for the sake of national (read: personal) security.

At that time, it was “Simon Go Back” and now 1st March 2006 reeks “Bush Go Back!” And since when did our college group ever fall behind in community service? Thus, they decided to burn the effigy of honourable Mr. George W. Bush.

March 1, 2006 10 comments

Live Not a Carcass

Articles

Simply because there is no road, does not mean that the journey stops. Perhaps, after the meandering journey of our lives, all of us do reach an end. But, as someone had said, “at the end it is the journey that matters the most.”

Occasions remind us of the end — birthday, anniversary, new year and more.

December 26, 2005 0 comments

Hapless Gemini

Photography
Thumbnail image for Hapless Gemini

And when you come ‘down’,
To my city of amorous joys.

Amidst a social chaos in a plethora of faiths,
Fantasizing and prostituting religion,
Loud vociferation of hypocrite secularism
And to sum it all: “a diverse culture!”

Amidst constituted vindictive politics
Unaccounted powers, vested by unaccounted population;
Where every ballot is a dramatized guillotine –
In the world’s most comprehensive constitution.

November 21, 2005 5 comments

The Birth of The Flow

Poetry

The next best thing to death is sleep. The debutant said:
“Believe it is true, believe it blindfolded,
Do not ask for explanations.”
‘Coz the answer had been repentant since repeated eternities.

The colours perceived through the kaleidoscope of time
Manipulate the perception of soundings,
Scribbled to estimate the depth of the mantling lake.

September 11, 2005 4 comments

A Somnambulist’s Reality

Poetry

The dreams of fantasizing resides the truant adore,
Of a temptation miles long.
Slithering on a jump-board cliffed from one shore.

Beliefs and ‘stitions cuddled under the stampede
Of the imaginations’ kaleidoscope,
Transient shadows carving shapes
Through ecliptic proportions that can never reborn.

August 14, 2005 5 comments

The Challenge Of Solitude

Short Story

It was around five and the evening sky was overcast. There was a soft breeze caressing the trees and the tang of fresh leaves mesmerized the senses. An evening could not have been better.

There were just three passengers in the bus. Two of them were elderly men and the third was I. I had made myself comfortable on a window seat. And in my trance of observing the beauteous fiasco, I had completely forgotten to notice my newly embarked co-passenger. It was only when the flying dupatta hit my face that I turned around to have a look at her. She was the perfect picture to be enframed in the beautiful evening. By her soft and tender appearance, I guessed that she was in her late teens. The long flowing hair and the hazel blue eyes; I could not have been luckier – she was too beautiful to sit beside me.

November 7, 2003 2 comments

Walking Across The River

Poetry
Thumbnail image for Walking Across The River

One summer evening the river strolled silently.
(Led by me,) we too trudged along:
Me and I,
Walking together towards a common goal
To reach each other across twenty-one furlong.

Between us, through the solitude and blank desertion,
Flowed an innocent and oblivious river.
With purpose of its own; transforming wishes
Into errant…

September 9, 2003 0 comments

Escaping The Bubble

Poetry
Thumbnail image for Escaping The Bubble

Scheduled drops withstand the distance.
Venturing hands search for an opening.

Anxious.

Half-open panes push aside
Those eager to escape the Bubble,
Extending their tired arms,
Begging to survive.

Desperate.

August 19, 2003 0 comments

HowrahTrip

Articles

India is a developing country and the best example of development is the district of Howrah. The extraordinary roads of Howrah are always ‘developing’ – developing cracks, fissures, pot-holes and all other related holey structures.

The benevolence of the so-called ‘development’ has reached its peak during this underestimated monsoon. Eyewitnesses say that certain parts of the roads can well be considered to have undergone landslides. However, officials do…

July 23, 2003 1 comment

← Previous Entries

Next Entries →