That the COVID19 pandemic is both a health and an economic crisis, is an obvious fact. According to the IMF, the world economy is set to contract by 4.9 percent in the 2020-21 financial year (FY 2020-21), in what could be the worst recession since the Great Depression. India’s GDP, similarly, is expected to shrink... Continue Reading →
Indians have mastered the art of communalism. There could have been no crisis more “secular” at first glance, than the COVID19 pandemic. One would imagine that a national health emergency, concerning a virus that lacks the cognitive ability to develop religious prejudice, would escape the all-consuming jaws of sectarianism in this country. Yet, right from... Continue Reading →
June, 2009 in Gaya was a long month, heavy with the foreboding of a false disaster. We had heard that Bihar was a jungle, that everybody had a rifle at home and a makeshift katta that they kept tucked in their underwear, that murders were the norm. For weeks, mother would worry that somebody would... Continue Reading →
It has been almost three weeks since my glasses broke. Maybe more. Who can tell time anymore. I had hopped on to my bed that night, thinking that I would read for once, before I fell asleep. Often, when I am thinking, when my head is filled with thoughts and worries and anger and argument,... Continue Reading →
86 years ago today, on 21st September 2020, Leonard Cohen was born. Almost four years ago, on November 7, 2016 he passed away, the night before the 45th POTUS, Donald Trump was elected. The Canadian Singer-Songwriter died the way he had lived, quietly, away from the headlines; never the breaking news. He died a symbolic... Continue Reading →
Lmao I almost got through college
I could make a vase of your hands fingers, short and stubby sometimes at night so long if I curl them in mine at once at once your palm too, Is a grave. From stone to bone Every month I've flickered Uncertain of flesh Afraid of dust. I could make a wreath of your hair... Continue Reading →
Every-time a flutter at parting, haven't you known enough to have painted your nails and curled your hair counted my acne outside in the September sun till you have run out of boundaries. Every-time a chore- the dog's dentist, the poor friend's painting beaches that have found every last bit of hair in your thigh... Continue Reading →
Past already, I have learnt of love and flesh In films. In the music I've seen me Glorious on stage And waiting To fall and yell so an empty seat can turn. Every line, a shrine to the self I'm the hand in my head That has borne only civilisation Potty, no polish for its... Continue Reading →
what's left unclaimed
50 Shades of Meh. 