राम-नाम का अहम – A Poem By Nishant Basu

जो राम शांति और शालीनता की पराकाष्ठा हैं , उनके नाम को लेकर उनके भक्तो का अहम सुनाती कविता। ❧ अहम ? मेरे राम में कैसा अहम? जिसने सबरी के आधे-जूठे, बेर…

My Baba

You can listen to the podcast version of this article by clicking the green play button below. Those who prefer to read, please read on! He is the feisty activist sort you…

“का” की मोहब्बत – A Poem by “kyakarogeyjaankar”

कुछ प्रेम कहानियां बहुत ही अलग होती हैं। जैसे की हमने हीर और रांझा , रोमियो और जूलिएट आदि के किस्से ज़रूर सुने होंगे — अब “का” की मोहब्बत की भी जाने। ❧ एक…

क्यों आयी हो महामारी? – A Poem by Ashwani Acharya

एक दिहाड़ी पर काम करने वाली मजदूर औरत की कहानी, उसकी ज़ुबानी, जो अभी के हालात समझ नहींपा रही है। जिसकी ज़िन्दगी वैसे ही जुझारू और किस तरह से लॉकडॉउन की वजह…

Remembering Manto

To remember Manto is to remind oneself of an era in black & white. The stories by the man/writer/activist who wrote against hypocrisy that society is surrounded in. Even today his writings…

A Rogue’s Gallery of the COVID Era

This quarantine has been an absolute delight in one way: I’ve been watching the world, with a keen eye and just a touch of Camus’ L’Étranger. It helped me in separating the…

#DESPERATE

As my days have once again become more and more occupied with writing, brands and marketing, I began scribbling notes, because I found in this meaningful episode I’m going through I meet…

My Meraki Moment

A quick update this time rather than a blog post! I did the script and voiceover for a video as part of a campaign for the brilliant clothing brand The Meraki World.…

Morocco & More

Crossing over the Atlantic Ocean and into the lap of the Atlas mountain range lies the magical land of Morocco. As the flight touched the runway, my mind was running amok with…

The Palace Hotel Called Ranvas

In the midst of the fortifying remnants of the Ahhichatragarh Fort in Nagaur, Rajasthan, lies a palace hotel called Ranvas. It was the palace for the erstwhile King’s sixteen queens. If you…

The Ideology called JNU

JNU has a very special place in my heart. I studied a year there & spent a very large part of my youth almost every evening inside the campus, drinking tea and…

‘Letter To You From Me’

Dear All,How do I address you? What do you call people from all over, scattered like autumn leaves on a sunny day? Do I call you friends, guides, angels or my guiding…

Mustard Seeds And Mustard Seams

It was on this rushed evening on a bright yellow sunny day that I stumbled upon Shilpi Yadhav’s Kharakapas brand of clothing. I followed the brand online & thought this will surely…

Whoever Said Virtual Cant Get Real

As I grow older, I realise my tolerance for bullshit is reducing. You can by now mostly see through the fakes, the forced accent with special emphasis on R like therrre and…

The End Of An Era In Advertising

My world gets smaller and smaller with the passing away of my ex-boss, mentor and friend Ram Ray. ⁣⁣ As I type his name, it keeps popping up as a tag on…

The Lost Rainbow On The Horizon

It was the rain-drenched hills ahead that soaked my soul in the quest of me. The mountains were not visible any longer as the rain poured unhindered against the damp moss-covered hills.…

Indira Gandhi Collection

Women world over struggle to wear the lipstick and not let the mascara run. The recognition of women being multitasking human beings is known in every society. Yet the power rules continue…

Ode To The Lotus

Karimnagar Filigree Jewellery “As you make the moonlight the adornment of your bare body and rise from the depths of the water beneath the earth, with all the force of your celestial…

The Slay Queen Ma Durga

It is again that time of the year. When the sun sets with a special hue reminding us of Durga Puja, visible to the discerning Bengali eye of nostalgia. The air in…

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