Three Poems
By Omair Bhat
I will love you then under
muzzles of assault rifles of
troops, slithering
out from sandbag bunkers into
silence of our city
Short Story: Maria Josh
By Vismay Kamate
The love of my life, who followed Islam, who fasted in the month of Ramzan, who was a Muslim and, by and large, a human being, died in the riots, and my father, who was part of these riots, demolished my faith in his paternity forever.
An Open letter to S. J. M. Gillani, IGP, Kashmir
By Ameen Hussain Rather
We all know that this video was a cock-and-bull story recorded by your department to confuse the people, because your police are poorly trained in academies about how to investigate a case. They seem to receive their training by the exposure they get from watching Crime Petrol and Savdhaan India (both Indian television shows).
The unabated march of religious intolerance in India
By Zaboor Ahmad
The soft-Hindutva project was launched with the serialization of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata on the national media, Doordarshan. It was part of the same growing drama executed from top at the cost of tax payer’s money.
An Interview with author, Sutapa Basu
By Lopa Banerjee
The protagonist is fighting many demons at different levels. She is a victim of repressed sexuality; she is paranoid and believes she being attacked; her love-hate relationship with her elder sister troubles her; marriage makes her angry and so on. But she is blessed with emotional strength and a never-say-die attitude.
In the Heart of The Monster: Eight days in Mexico City (Part-II)
By Bhupinder Singh & Bhaswati Ghosh
I don’t feel like it’s a dead person’s house I’m visiting. Frida is alive and kicking, it seems, welcoming the crowd into her personal space, not shy to share her tears, convictions and even scandals with us in a way that feels honest and liberating at once.
In the Heart of The Monster: Eight days in Mexico City (Part-I)
By Bhaswati Ghosh & Bhupinder Singh
This was the cafe where Fidel Castro and Che Guevara met several times, chain smoking and drinking strong coffee, to plan the Cuban Revolution. As I enjoy eggs and hams with refried beans and look at old men being humoured by the cafe staff, I try to imagine those intoxicating times.
Four Poems
By Colin James
Like dogs stuck together
in transcendental copulation,
we’re good at it.
It’s the light
ghostly, ethereal.
ABVP Ko Gussa Kyun Aata Hai? Or, Why We Must Sympathise With the ABVP
By Sania Hashmi
If the ABVP’s decision of sitting on a hunger strike instead of embellishing us with their khoon ka tilak and goliyon ki aarti is not a victory, I don’t know what is! Perhaps one must consult Mr Jaitley on this—he has grown quite adept at announcing victories—moral and otherwise. So what if he lost the Parliamentary elections? What has democracy got to do with it anyway!
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 