Friday, October 31, 2008

Fancy a Hindi poem?

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I have been trying to write poems in Hindi for a proposed collection. I need to have at least one hundred poems. By now, I have managed abou...
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Friday, October 17, 2008

Alien cities

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After the old waiter, wearing a haggard bow tie, kept my luggage on the table, I tipped him and locked the room behind him. It was an old ho...
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Lucknow Railway Station

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Copyright: rahul pandita@2008
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Shami Kabab and Inclusive Growth

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Wrote a piece in Hindi for Mohalla. You can see it here .
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Sunday, October 05, 2008

Those days

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The power went off early in the evening as I tried to put myself to sleep for a while. Droplets of sweat traversed like Morph Codes across m...
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Saturday, October 04, 2008

Burn the dreams

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Can we burn the dreams again? So that poems are born They need canvasses of bodies To illuminate words and Whatever meanings they hold In th...
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Friday, October 03, 2008

Travels through Kashmir

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Copyright: Rahul Pandita, 2008
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Two songs, too many memories

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When I was, I think, seven years old, a couple of songs, which I heard and saw on a black and white Weston T.V. set, tore apart my heart. Tw...
Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Secret Desire

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I have always wondered about ambition. What is mine? Well, becoming a writer. Is it? I don't know. But here, let me share with you a sec...
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Poems of longing

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“Have you read Ritusamhara?” she asked. The four of them were driving out of the city. Somewhere in the northwest, a mansion lay waiting for...
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Grenades as metaphors

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I have come back from Kashmir, my third trip in the last two months. This time I almost got lynched at Nawhatta, in downtown Srinagar. My co...
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Monday, September 01, 2008

Life is a half marathon

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The well of my stories has not dried up – I have many stories to tell you. Like Anupam Kher says in Santosh Sivan’s forthcoming film, Tahaan...
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Sunday, August 17, 2008

Gates open on Sunday

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Sunday means thicker newspapers – the joy of reading a ‘Moby Dickish’ piece hidden somewhere between articles on Olympics and obese kids. It...
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Barog's memory pill

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I thought I saw you. At the eatery, next to a railway station named after a Sufi saint, you sat in one corner, your hair tied the way it alw...
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Monday, July 14, 2008

Bullshit again

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There has been a heavy spell of rain. As it fell on the top of the airconditioner fitted in my room window, I closed my eyes, listening to t...
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Thursday, July 03, 2008

Geelani's shit and Hindu "hit"

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Every morning, Syed Ali Geelani sits on a white porcelain commode, probably imported from Saudi Arabia. His shit, full of anti-India sentime...
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Friday, June 13, 2008

The day Indira died

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We heard the news first on the All India Radio. Immediately afterwards, film songs were taken off air and one could only hear strains of Sit...
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Too much Hemingway

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There is some wine in the cupboard and a half bottle of whiskey. A country song is playing on the space radio, and I am drinking some coffee...
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I need to write

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There is nothing to write about these days. There is no turbulence; my imagination has turned lame and I have no crutches to offer. Actually...
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Looking at obituaries

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Is it important to have a cigarette stuck between my two fingers when I look at obituaries? I don’t pay much heed to this question that only...
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