I'd wear my best fitting clothes, Climb the mountain's rugged road The cold of the rocks warm on my feet I'd climb with the curl of my lip Guiding the slippery sweat on my cheek I'll bare the rocks the softness of fingertips I'll climb the mountain with no frown I'll fall but so will … Continue reading The Plunge
Rakesh Sharma’s Final Solution documented the post-Godhra pogrom of 2002. Fourteen years later, in a sequel, he tries to understand what made thousands of ordinary Hindus complicit in unspeakable violence against Muslims. In an exhaustive interview, Sharma, who was in Kochi recently, spoke to TOI on the hazards of filming in volatile situations, ongoing attempts … Continue reading Never forget the Gujarat genocide
Veteran journalist Saeed Naqvi was in Kochi for the release of his book Being The Other – The Muslim In India. He spoke to TOI at length on why India’s largest minority community should integrate better with the mainstream, why they should be open to western education and how Muslims in Kerala have always been … Continue reading What is this hijab business?
A group of young ladies in beautiful saris stand still in the middle of an immense junction. Suddenly, as the traffic lights go green, a stampede of motorbikes, rickshaws, trucks, buses and several cows hide them from view, and one fears the worst. But when the lights go red again, they are still there, those … Continue reading Chiaroscuro on stage
Sample this: “I am an extremist. I am extremely honest, extremely just, extremely kind, extremely peaceful . . . You can’t be partially just. We have to be an extremist – BUT, in the right direction,“ Zakir Naik has said. Hellfire or unvarnished truth? Naik is a bearded, skull cap-wearing, three-piece suited middle-aged man who … Continue reading It’s tough love, not hate speech
Today. Today I’ll tell him, no matter what. He promised to be in a good mood today, so I don’t have to be scared. I reassured myself, looking into the mirror. The pony is not looking good. Chunks of hair are bulging from here and there. How is it that Mamma used to tie it … Continue reading Waiting for Today
Every night, a planet is born Where infants loiter in their abode Where little girls wear stars on their hair Where little boys sail ships of pirates A place where a lass loses her trims And wades in waters on her whims Where a lad jilts his armour And basks in the tickling light & … Continue reading Solace