By Achyut Dutt
This time, he waited till he saw a cyclist approaching the bike path that ran along the length of the bridge. He wanted his death to be witnessed. He did not want to make Shalik and Sparsh suffer the agony of not knowing, not having a closure that would help them move on.
By Prof. R. Ganesan
The establishment of student-chapters and creation of Entrepreneurship Development Cells as well as professional tie-ups with the leading institutions, varsities, and colleges (arts & sciences and engineering & technology) in the form of Memorandum of Association (MoA) have been the new strategic approach for accomplishing NFED’s mission. It also operates with the aim of grooming students for joining an enterprising culture, thereby opening up new vistas and perspectives in entrepreneurship development.
By Mosarrap H. Khan
One of the soldiers accompanies the old man back to where the horse has wandered into. Other soldiers gather and take turns to fire bullets from the Israeli side to scare it back into the Palestinian territory. The old man feels restless and requests the Israeli soldiers to stop firing. He wants to risk mines and cross into the no-man’s land to rescue his favorite horse.
By Ursula Estrada
The games that enable children to learn new writing tools are sometimes carried out with the help of props. Puppet theaters have been used to collectively create a play through a performance. At other times, a little plastic mouse has triggered a game in which children create their own version of Mouse City: they first draw a map of it and write a set of directions to find a hidden treasure, which other students will later follow, moving the mouse through the map.
By Mary Ann Chacko
Education is never ideologically neutral and debates over the communalization of education are not new in India. For instance, from 1998 – 2000, the national government was led by the National Democratic Alliance (NDA), a coalition government, led by the Hindu right-wing Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP). This period was marked by, what critics of the right-wing government refer to as the process of “saffronisation.”
By Yoonus Bin Muhmmed
Along with the star players’ elegant cut-outs, the banners highlight a side’s advantages and strengths over its rivals and list the rivals’ feebleness. Sometimes the banners issue stark and aggressive warning against its rivals: ‘No Kakas will fly over Messi’ (Kaka means crow in Malyalam), suggesting the usual rivalry between Brazil and Argentina!
By Mary Ann Chacko
As she sifted through the photos she took in Kerala, it occurred to her that the Lungi or sarong, a traditional garment worn, predominantly by men, around their waist and the Newspaper, best capture the culture of Kerala. In this painting, she took newspapers and blended it with the painting. One news item features Kerala’s campaign against the pesticide, Endosulfan.
By Achyut Dutt
He had then taken her by the hand, up the grassy slope, onto the narrow walkers’ path that ringed the lake. Exactly ten years from that day, they were married. He had a few conditions that she had respected. That she’d walk into his home with only one suitcase filled with just the things dear to her.
By Achyut Dutt
In the beginning, she’d been reserved, hesitant about talking of herself. He was just an unknown strange man who wrote outrageously funny notes that made her burst into laughter. As the days went by, though, the levee she’d hurriedly constructed seemed to look like it was made with cotton candy.
By Mosarrap H. Khan
What is it about football that resonates with billions of people around the globe? Is it just the sheer magic, wizardry, skill, stamina, pace, grace, and beauty? Is it because football is perhaps one of the very few games that depend on the use of limited body parts? Or is it that football has always stood for a means of social mobility for the underdogs?
By Achyut Dutt
The meltdown came in what seemed like a flash. Two months into their friendship, she’d expressed that she wanted to talk. He called her up the following weekend. It was to be their one and only phone conversation. And a delightful conversation it had been.
By Safia Begum
If I wanted to write at night, I would go to the toilet, stand there, write, and come back. In the toilet, we had a small box for sanitary napkins; I used to hide my pen and papers there. And, again, in the morning I would take it out from there and send my poems to the magazines.
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