By J Aslam Basha
It is only natural that minorities of all hues become anxious, especially when their voices are stifled by calls for adhering to a homogenous view propounded by the ruling BJP, which has long advocated the cause of Hindi, Hindu, Hindustani.
By Ananya S Guha
The ‘Not In My Name’ protest must be seen as an attempt to transcend barriers of caste, religion or race. If the teeming millions of India can come together without a name, then there is a possibility that the monolithic India will give way to that of quintessence.
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 Mir Suheel Rasool
This historical vexation of Kashmiris is always met by the state’s barbaric acts and forces. India always keeps its masses ignorant about Kashmir, whose struggle for a political solution remains bewildering till another cycle of protests and killings return.
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.