Friday, February 01, 2013

Puncturing the separatist discourse

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The following post by Sualeh Keen, my friend from the Kashmir Valley, should not be seen as a review of Gowhar Fazli's review of my book...
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Wednesday, March 07, 2012

There Are No Attendants

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Every man is an island. That is what I was told when I arrived in this city as a new migrant. But even when I knew nothing about its machina...
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Tuesday, November 08, 2011

There never has been a home

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“But is it wrong for a man to make a house, a place where he can return in the evening?” – The Journals of John Cheever There never has b...
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Saturday, September 03, 2011

Hypocrisy of Distant Cheers

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Beyi sund dod chhui bemaane/ Yas akkis banih te sui zaane (Another’s pain is without meaning/ Only the sufferer knows what it is li...
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Autumn of Hypocrisy

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Tonight, they will raise a toast. Tonight, they will pat one another’s backs, and, in the confines of their apartments in New Delhi and els...
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Friday, August 26, 2011

Guerilla in the forest

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This girl is a member of the Chetna Natya Manch , the cultural troupe of the CPI (Maoist). Along with other members, the girl travels from v...
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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Hello, Bastar

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PRAISE FOR "HELLO, BASTAR": "Rahul Pandita had done something unusual - He had studied the Maoist movement at ground level fo...
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Sunday, May 01, 2011

Muchiness

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Long time ago I used to know this woman who was much older than me. We met at a bar one cold winter night where we sat at different tables, ...
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Wednesday, April 06, 2011

In Pursuit of a Collector | OPEN Magazine

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In Pursuit of a Collector | OPEN Magazine (Pic by Ishan Tankha)
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Wednesday, February 02, 2011

The Unsaid Words

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A woman remembers her best friend, a man dubbed a Maoist and killed by the Republic of India. He happened to be her journalist husband “For...
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Hemlock Destiny

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“Why do you say every man is a planet?” the demon asks him, licking his scalpel. He lies on the ground, wounded, bruised, tattered, crippled...
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Fever is a jilted lover

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It is so tough to unsettle the haze, he thinks. The haze inside his chest. Sometimes it scares him. And then he has to close his eyes and im...
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Sunday, November 07, 2010

The Long March

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Walking with Maoist guerillas along a flooded river, somewhere along the Maharashtra-Chhattisgarh border
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Among the guerillas

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With Maoist guerillas somewhere on the Maharashtra-Chhattisgarh border
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The Absent State

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My book, "The Absent State" (with Neelesh Misra) is out in book stores now. Hachette India has called it the non-fiction book of t...
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Monday, August 02, 2010

बारिश का एक दिन

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आज बारिश बहुत हो रही थी. तुम भीगते हुए पहुंची और कैफे के दरवाज़े पर मुझसे लगभग टकरा गयी. मैं वहां खड़ा तुम्हे दूर से आते हुए देख रहा था. बहुत ...
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Friday, April 16, 2010

Everything ends with Formalin

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The police arrived and went straight to Bajirao Potawe’s house and beat him up. “With their boots and lathis,” he says. “They said bad thing...
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Saturday, March 13, 2010

Times of Parting

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Love dies slowly. Like an ember. More strands of hair have turned grey – the right temple looks like a blooming cotton field. There is dust ...
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Saturday, February 13, 2010

My name is Dharmendra Kumar

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The media is overwhelmed with Shahrukh Khan. I mean, I care a damn if his film does not work. Or that the multiplexes are not able to run hi...
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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Trader of stories

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It is 3.45 am. Give me some coffee. Or, can I have some silence, please? I am tired of the noise around me. It makes my head spin. I can fee...
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