Category Archives: Redefining Nationhood

No Man’s Land

A resounding burp announced the end of Muthappa Shetty’s midday meal. As if on cue, his wife Laxmi came out of the kitchen and cleared his plate. Muthappa stood up quickly, straightening his crisp and spotlessly clean white shirt. With … Continue reading

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No Pencil No Cry

We’re putting together a set of pencils. As long as you look, feel, write, perhaps even smell like a pencil – no matter the size, nor colour, nor presence of an end eraser anymore (or ever) – you can be … Continue reading

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Resolve

I read, I watch, I hear windows break, doors break, and skulls too. My own window is intact; my door is safely locked. Yet the tremors of shattering glass Wring my gut. The ogre sits to my right Pulls me towards it and … Continue reading

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The Song of Wants

What do we make of this, Our lives, this world? And, What did we want of this life? Chants ring, bugles blow, Is this what it has come to? We have come so far, Yet, We go back to those, … Continue reading

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Nobody

Another shadow appeared on the clerk’s desk behind the iron mesh. “Who are you?” The clerk asked without looking up. “I am… I am me.” Said a hollow voice, the torso shrouded in an over-sized sweaty shirt that had once … Continue reading

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We, the people, have a say.

When people ask me if I’m hindu, I reply ‘yes’. Sometimes, if I’m feeling rather bold, I follow it up with a, “But I’ve clicked unsubscribe from hinduism.” The paradox between my religious upbringing, and my political views. Are aplenty. … Continue reading

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The Clothes I Wear

I am an urban naxalite And you can identify me By the clothes I wear. My collar is neither White nor blue but Red with anger. My sleeve is heavy With opinions and facts, Unlike your empty promises. My pocket … Continue reading

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