Sanity Sucks

I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Pratibha's remarriage?

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The number of farmers committing suicide in Vidarbha since June 2005 has risen upto 1,136. In November alone, this year, 91 farmers have co...
Monday, November 20, 2006

The scarecrows of Kolezari

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The village of Kolezari in Vidarbha’s Yavatmal district is a sample of government’s short-sightedness and administrative apathy. The board a...
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Friday, November 17, 2006

Heads I win, tails you lose

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As farmers in the Vidarbha region of Maharashtra continue to be driven to suicide, it is the sarkari babus who are really benefitting from t...
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Saturday, November 11, 2006

India Social Forum, 2006

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India Social Forum
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'India Shining' in Khairlanji

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Bhaiyyalal Bhotmange cannot sing. His wife or daughter were not models, walking over the ramps in fashion shows. In fact, nobody from the Bh...
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Friday, October 13, 2006

Chess and Nirvana: A travel along the Ganges

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One October afternoon, in 1994, a young, bespectacled man arrived at a roadside resort on the Delhi-Dehradun highway. He was accompanied by ...
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Nonsense offerings of Peace

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Drink tea from a bone-china saucer with a slurp. Walk on a highway, whistling, hands in pockets. Listen to a Mohammed Rafi song, in darkness...
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Thursday, October 05, 2006

The Missing Man: Part 4

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There are so many strange things in life. Like the noise that you hear occasionally in your head. Or the fact that the only thing you forget...
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

The Missing Man (Parts 2 & 3)

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Part 1 He woke up from his alcohol-induced sleep. He looked at the watch. It was 7.39 am. A straight line of sunlight sieved through two fol...
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Three friends and days of leisure

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A poem dedicated to heady days of late 96 and early 97
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Srinagar, Jammu, Delhi

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For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live: Theodor Adorno Two days ago I saw My land like a tourist On the Dis...
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Friday, August 25, 2006

Monaco Biscuits

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You have retained Your habit of making Caricatures when you Do not bother To listen to What a speaker Has to say The free strands Of your ha...
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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

In search of a poet

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The train passes through lush green fields and small towns with walls painted with advertisements of quacks and tantriks, who claim to have ...
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Friday, July 28, 2006

TV says: Et tu Rahul?

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I am working on a mini Graphic novel, titled - Byte Soldiers: The life and times of a Metro TV Reporter, for Sarai (CSDS). You can read som...
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Thursday, July 27, 2006

Your almond eyes

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Tumhari aankhon ka aakash Saral aankhon ka neela aakash (The sky of your eyes The blue sky of Your simple eyes) You were too young to have i...
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Friday, July 14, 2006

If I turn blind tonight

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Poring over a yellow carton, you entered into my stream of consciousness like a ray. Your eyes were fixed upon your fingers trying to open t...
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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

The shades of his evening

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When Many suns will die Then Your era will arrive Isn’t it? Many suns have died since these lines were written but their time has still not ...
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Thursday, June 29, 2006

Your Painter, yours only

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You cannot fool me In my dreams By telling me You are married I know you are not The wife of An Air force officer You can never be Because h...
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Someone peeps into me

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(C) Rahul Pandita, 2006
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Saturday, June 24, 2006

My Mother's 22 Rooms

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I cannot sing the old songs, or dream those dreams again - Charlotte Barnard There it is. Huddled among other dolls and a few shreds of clot...
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Rahul Pandita
Delhi-based conflict writer. Author of "Hello, Bastar: The Untold Story of India's Maoist Movement" (Tranquebar Press), and co- author of Hachette India's non-fiction book of 2010,"The Absent State".
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