POETRY

Becoming A Published Poet Cured Me Of Crippling Self-Doubt

My book is a culmination of a dream that was stitched over a long time as I grew up, and which, at times, seemed improbable. For me it signifies the triumph of a “below par” schoolboy who always wrestled with doubt and wondered if he was good enough at anything. Getting this volume of poetry out bolstered my self-belief and gave me faith that I too could carve a little corner for myself in a wide wide world.
Chindu Sreedharan

The Various Wars Of Thomas Hardy

Of all the things I did not know of Hardy and came to know only recently (and here's a gory bit: his heart was cut out from his body to be buried with his first wife in the village cemetery, but the rest of him lies in London at Poet's Corner), what struck me as particularly interesting was his war poetry. Rather, the anti-war sentiments in his war poetry.
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Where's The Romance In Music Today?

In digital times, any ode to lustrous hair (zulfein), soulful eyes (ankhen), unique style (andaaz) pretty smile (muskurana) or alluring walk (chal) would perhaps invite ridicule. Is it any surprise, therefore, that far away from the sophistry of 'Kabhie Kabhie Mere Dil Mein' we have 'Sexy Dress Mein Bomb Lagdi Mainu' which is funky. But crass. Above all, it is impossible to sing along.
Maya at Three by Rita Banerji

The Importance Of ‘Maya'

"Maya", as a concept in Hinduism and Buddhism, means attachment to the tangible aspects of life and relationships. It is a sentiment which the scriptures sternly warn you off of, as they say it is spiritually unhealthy. They say this is all transient -- an illusion. That it is not the truth. And yet, as my friend chose the name "Maya" for her adoptive daughter, I was struck by the intense attachment she felt for the child.
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Torn Pages From My Harassment Diary

I have never felt as wordless as when I was trying to articulate my experiences of sexual harassment on the streets of India. When these incidents took place, all I wanted to do was to perhaps take a lesson from them and then move on, forget about them. They made me feel emotionally weak, helpless, as if freedom was out of my grasp. I could imagine others saying, "So what? After all, she was never raped."