When all but the energy to blink is drained, we all catch a bus to our happy place. There a man, to where his mum awaits with a steamy food bowl and loving gaze. Here a woman, to where her kids play with her man who's putting his sleep at bay. There a child, to … Continue reading Bus-ride to Happy Place
Before the battles had I seen the feathery bird, against the scarlet sky, brilliantly white like snowflakes atop a cannibal bite. And then during the night of strife, again; the black was infinite, so was the red - in your pinions, I know not, or my eyes. Daybreak came indeed, saw us in blood mere, … Continue reading Psychedelic Ruins
“Not even water?” “No, not even water,” I replied to the stranger at the office who woke me up from a nap at the pantry on my first day at work to ask if I was alright. I was fasting, I said, and that I dozed off because of fatigue. The surprise on his face … Continue reading Meals from my ‘Jihadi mom’
Qawwalis eulogizing the Prophet and Nizamuddeen Auliya flowed from Mehfil-e-Sama’a singers as if from enraptured bards of yore, enshrouding the captivated listeners in Rajendra Maidan on Friday evening from all the hubbub of the city. Contrary to a corny image that comes along the description - of men in flowing white pajamas and mehndi-stained beards … Continue reading No Curfew for Qawwali
Four-liner for the muse.
For the Syrian kids, still shunned from all Elysiums, running from bombs to catacombs.
Interview with Sudarshan Shetty, curator of the Kochi-Muziris Biennale 2016. The third edition of the Kochi Muziris Biennale was noted primarily for the deviation it took from the previous two editions that were focused on installations and paintings, by introducing performing arts and music into it. How was it that you came about such … Continue reading ‘Democratically Elected to be Autocratic!’