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Archive for ‘December, 2015’

‘Cafe Dissensus’ Completes Third Year

By Cafe Dissensus
Finally, it goes without saying our biggest supporters are our readers. We are grateful to you for reading. Despite being resource-starved and running without any financial support, we keep going because you read us. And we will continue doing so as long as you read us.

Four Poems

By Saubhik De Sarkar
This is a returning game
If you say nails, I’ll say disclosure
I’ll evoke letters, on the margin of sunshine

Is Mamata Banerjee indulging in ‘Muslim Appeasement’ in West Bengal?

By Mursed Alam & Mosarrap H. Khan
While the Sachar Committee Report was criticised by the Left Government (which ruled the state for almost 35 years) as based on ‘secondary’ sources, the findings of the ASGG Report, which is based on primary data, not only supports the conclusions of the Sachar Committee Report but points out that the condition of the Muslims has not improved at all since then.

Becoming and Unbecoming

By Goirick Brahmachari
Becoming is a form we try hard to look for.
The absence of becoming is probably unbecoming.
Probably between these shades of becoming and unbecoming lies poetry.

Tanur’s Library of Rare Manuscripts

By Fazil Firoos P
The library in Tanur holds manuscripts and miscellaneous collections of various other books. Reliable and ample documents of vaqf are available even today that refer to the manuscripts of Imam Abu Ishaq Al-Shirazi’s book, Tanbih.

Three Poems

By Sumallya Mukhopadhyay
Five-thousand drugged souls cannot penetrate my chilling voice –
Voice, which plays in loop to my ears, that this street
Is the only poetry I will ever read, and perhaps
Understand.

Our Children, Our Future

By Ashraf Thachar
Since children are not bothered about the insecurity of time and space, they still tend to be kind humans, who love their neighbors, irrespective of religion and culture. They promise new hopes and ideas for the betterment of our future.

Of Love

By Sahana Mukherjee
every Summer evening,
my hands shake and I
only write about you
and our inter-caste
same-sex
volatile love.