You stare at me with those muddy eyes
Brown pupils in a pool of a moist egg-white
Soot rims up to the eyebrows and down till your cheeks;
How many nights have you been up?
Tangling the neurons that make you free.
No, you should stop staring down on me!
I should erase those piercing glances
Boil them in rage and gulp them down;
Yet, the flame always reverses to blood
Which mingles with the crimson of the raging flame.
You rest your chubby fingers on my waist
Bloated with your zeal to make love
Your naked flesh is crushing against mine
In a pandemic-induced world, this poem is a symbolism for the deep pangs of ennui that the post-modern population grapples with. It is particularly inspired by a set of photographs that I had taken during my travel to the Dzukou Valley in Nagaland in 2019. The photographs which show dead branches of trees burnt in forest fires spread across the blue horizon helped me arrive at my philosophical musings which took the form of this poem.
Burnt charcoal covered their skin
While the winds tarried along,
How many times do dead branches reiterate?
To establish a dying order!
Originally published at https://livewire.thewire.in on March 10, 2021.
I sat under the shower rinsing my body violently. Tears ran down my cheeks and they flowed into the bathroom drain — tears that reeked of unspoken helplessness. I shuddered multiple times while sleeping that night, each time waking up with an invisible hand groping my breast.
It was just another ‘normal’ day and I was tired after a long day at college. My strained body wanted to get back home. When all the auto-rickshaws denied giving me a ride back home, I decided to walk the stretch, which wasn’t a long…
Originally published at https://feminisminindia.com on February 25, 2021.
Posted by Ankita Bose
When I was a kid, I found painted lips deplorable. I detested my mother for wearing lipstick. Every day, as she left for office in the morning, she would wake me up, still drowsy, and plant two goodbye kisses on both my cheeks. When I woke up, cherry-red lips were imprinted on my cheeks as I lazily looked in the mirror which was right opposite my bed. I rubbed hard to get those marks off. …
Originally published at https://www.moneycontrol.com on September 13, 2017.
Mumbai rains are equally romanticised and dreaded by its citizens. The city witnesses waterlogging every year and Mumbai still lives with haunting memories of July 26, 2005 — the worst flood the city has seen.
On Tuesday, Mumbai saw at least 316mm of rainfall with heavily populated areas of Sion, Bandra, Kurla, Lower Parel, Worli, Ghatkopar submerged in knee-deep water, traffic clogging the streets and train services being disrupted in the city.
Originally published at https://www.moneycontrol.com on July 14, 2017.
The National Green Tribunal (NGT) recently came down heavily on the Ganga cleanup initiatives taken up by central and state governments and passed a number of regulatory strictures in order to speed up work on the river.
Passing a 543-page judgement on a petition filed by lawyer M C Mehta, the NGT observed that over Rs 7000 crore was spent on the project, without yielding many results. The NGT order outlining a number of steps that it said should be taken by governments. Highlights:
#It declared that 100 metres from Ganga’s edge…
Originally published at https://www.moneycontrol.com on September 14, 2017.
Even as the world marked Suicide Prevention Day on September 10, India — a country of over a billion where every one in 20 suffers from depression — seemed to have escaped the stark reality it faces when it comes to mental health.
For Indians, fitness has always been equated with physical health. But Dr Zirak Marker, a renowned psychiatrist, says that when speaking of health or well being, one almost always ignores the spectrum of mental well being of a person.
“When one uses the word ‘mental health’, the first image…
Originally published at https://thewire.in on 28 August, 2018.
Malda, West Bengal: Eight hundred students of the Ghani Khan Choudhury Institute of Engineering and Technology (GKCIET) in Malda are left out in the cold. After studying at the institute for as long as six years, the students have discovered their degrees to be invalid. They now have no career options left.
GKCIET was established in 2010 under the aegis of the Ministry of Human Resource Development (MHRD) during the Congress-led UPA government’s tenure. The institution received large amounts of funds from the Central government. …
On a mundane morning with specifically no plans for the course of the day, I set forth to explore the old and colourful streets of Creek Row in North Kolkata. I had no route mapped out. The first rays of the sun had just awakened the streets decorated with century-old houses built with features borrowed from the British architecture.
The streets of Creek Row were lined on both sides with buildings painted in bright shades of green, blue, mauve, pink and red with large porches and unlit lanterns hanging in big verandas. Some of the buildings had vintage cars peeping…
This is a profile of a Muslim woman, a home-maker, in Alampur Village of Gadwal district in Andhra Pradesh (India). The interview was conducted in 2017 during a field visit to the area as part of the ‘Covering Deprivation’ course in the third trimester of the post-graduate diploma in Print Journalism from the Asian College of Journalism (ACJ). The article was published in the special issue of ‘Covering Deprivation’ newspaper in 2017, an yearly publication of ACJ.
Shahida (name changed on request) blushed every time somebody asked her age. Her facial expressions told a story of experience and content. She…