Bhopal’s Dying Art: Batuaa on a string
Devika tells us about a dying art form of Bhopal, batuaa making. If the government does not take notice and take measures to protect this art form it might be...
The Vanishing World of Chana jor Garam
Chana jor garam is a part of our childhood. The vendors would sing and perform, witty songs, full of repartee and tomfoolery. Arindam talks with two chana jor garam vendors....
Decoding the Soul: The Tarot as Projective Method
We wish to know the inner meanings of our lives. The power to facilitate both inner and outer understanding goes much farther back. A psychotherapist, Amidha, has seen that modern projective...
I Want…
Here’s a poem by Karthik. I want to know what your heart aches forand I want to know if you dare to chase your dreams.And then dream some more…...
Of So Much Yearning!…
A poignant love poem by Anca. Love!… of so much yearningI do not know how to count my steps anymore…of so much longing I grew a foreston the verge...
Untamable Homunculi
Here’s a poem of unrest and protest by Mamta. A Narrator Spasming within Saturated with bored, desiccated life Loses control Over his characters Is he a Czar? Why should...
The Communion: A Reverie
Here’s Lopamudra’s poem, dedicated to her mother. It’s a soulful dialogue between a daughter and a mother. (1) Where have you been all these days, mother?I have been counting my...
My Soul Twirls
Farah is pained by the poverty and squalor on streets. She voices it in this verse. My soul twirls and faces mistreatment Whenever I glimpse life, living on the street Patchy clothes, torn blankets,...
The Critic
Arindam analyses how an artiste and a critic view a work of art, which has a complex relationship with the landscape of its time. A true critic is as inspired...
Give Our Girls Those Guns
It’s an intense poem. Reena cautions the girl of the many dangers she faces in the world of men. Crunch by crunch the monster advancesIn its jaws I hear...