By Asma Anjum Khan
When we talk about Eid-ul-Azha, the talk usually revolves around the supreme sacrifice of Prophet Ibraheem. His wife Hajra ASW’s immense contribution towards this great feat of human endurance and patience was no less inspiring. Usually we don’t find as many extensive discussions about her paradigmatic role in this story, as we do about her husband.
By Kouser Fathima
Bollywood films down the years have contributed hugely for keeping Urdu alive. When Urdu speakers themselves were turning their back on the language in the last few decades, credit must be given to Bollywood Urdu patrons for reviving the language and making it cool enough for the millenials to love it.
By Arrow
It’s time we put an end to the cult culture. It’s time we stop creating god men. It’s time we spread awareness against blind faith. If you still think it’s the fault of the government, remember people deserve the government – it’s this government you voted for.
By Bhaswati Ghosh
The Historian’s Daughter engages as much with its plot twists as with its honesty and narrative sweep. The language is crisp, the imagery vibrant, and the plotlines like stable trellises for the vines they support.
By Rameez Raja
How to protect the world from unauthorized use of nuclear weapons is largely debated at the international level. The irony is that the nuclear states prefer to secure nuclear weapons from falling into ‘wrong hands’ than to eliminate this evil weapon once for all.
By Somok Roy
From the anthropomorphisation of the nation in the form of a fair, Hindu mother goddess during the anti-colonial struggle, to the characterisation of the land as ‘pitr-bhumi’ and ‘punya-bhumi’ in a bid for a communal, majoritarian, cultural nationalism, a large section of the under-mass has never been able to relate to the images and notions of nationality.
By N Ram
Politically, Vyapam implicates or features senior BJP and RSS leaders, including ministers, in addition to a vast array of bureaucrats, intermediaries, fixers, and the participant victims, many hundreds of students and job-seekers ensnared in the racket.
By Ananya S Guha
I passed only sixty in this nation
whirling into torrid seas
bludgeoned with
blood and grime.
By Shankha Ghosh
It was Dwadashi, the Twelfth Day of Durga Puja. Today Neelu and others would leave. Since morning, he was lying down quietly in the attic. Something so terrible had happened yesterday and still no one could figure it out. People were silent in the house.
By Syed Zainab Imtiyaz
When spring would be right at its peak, the sun harshly pleasant for her bones, we would be sitting in those viridescent grasses on that peculiar ‘patij’.
By Ajay K Chaubey
The essays on these authors present a wide gamut of study through the lenses of postcolonialism, Marxism, New Historicism, Gandhianism, hermeneutics, and deconstruction. The writers in this volume critique the piebald picture of the nation as presented in the novels by these writers.
By Amrita De
The newspapers next day reported my death, as another failed instance of a fragile attempt by an upper caste emancipator to voice the suffering of the ‘need to be emancipated’ Dalit woman. There were no protest marches or fevered sloganeering.
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