By Akash Bharadwaj
In Shamsher’s poetry, words travel a long distance and take over boundaries, disciplines, and schools. He advocates for a language that has blood of both Hindi and Urdu. He asks the god if he can pray in Arabic and will that make him angry?
By Ayesha Ray
The JNU episode ushered in a toxic phase where the word ‘anti-national’ gained alarming popularity and recognition even among India’s supposedly educated classes. Corrosive effects of this word took different forms: from statements made in “jest,” to vicious online abuse to disingenuous whataboutery to mob lynching.
By Sunil Sharma
These modern pieces of architecture and design sold in glossy ads to the aspiring middle class
The looming towers, defiant and rude, piercing a jagged skyline, already crowded,
Grim symbols of their estranged labour.
By Faakirah Irfan
As a Kashmiri woman, I feel we do not still own up to the horrible things that are happening in our society. The fact that rape victims live a life of stigmatized identity is what stops the victims to even come out.
By Nabina Das
it is always in my name
that you lay claim to my country and peace
so it is in my name today
we’ll let the story be retold
By Apoorva Saini
Although in this big universe small things like these have stopped mattering to people, I fear if you do not hurry, Sudhama Kumar will be dead by the time you finish reading this letter. I just thought, by writing to you I might reach somebody who is ‘kind of nice’ and might want to help a dying man.
By Mosarrap H Khan
Mitra’s book depicts the pathos of a deposed king, Nawab Wajid Ali Shah, who had to leave behind his beloved Lucknow and recreate his dream abode on the banks of the Hooghly in Calcutta (now, Kolkata).
By Jess Auerbach
Our aspiration is that by 2019 everything we assign in our programme will be open source. This will be achieved by building relationships with publishers, writers and industry leaders, and negotiating partnerships for equitable access to knowledge. This will ensure that a new generation of thinkers is equipped with the analytic tools they need.
By Nidhi Suresh
As we took a few steps away from the Masjid, a stone came flying past my head. Kartik froze, watching it go past me. There was no time to find a safe spot. We were right in the middle of the exchange.
By Gaurav J. Pathania
The café becomes a site of enunciation of identity, lived experience, and contested meaning, bringing the city inside, but also shielding its regulars from the “crowd” and the “masses” outside.
By Shruthi Rao
I’ve tried to ascertain why I love benches so much. It could be, perhaps, due to its very nature and purpose. Because they call out to you. To pause. To snack. Enjoy the shade. Read a book. Take in the view. Watch the world go by. Sit in quiet contemplation. Or enjoy a conversation.
By Hira Hashmi
I thought I helped that lady by giving my inputs for her story. However, I was shocked to see the piece of fabricated incident attributed to me in the article, an incident which I am not even aware of.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 