A Literary Journey: Cinema and Literature

I have a distinct feeling something of the sort happened at the Apeejay Kolkata Literary Fest (AKLF2015) earlier this year: check out the post in which I documented Vishal Bharadwaj’s session there! Mr Barun Chanda is back, He settles in our speakers, Aniruddha Roy Chowdhury (otherwise known as Tony), Suman Mukhopadhyay and Amitabh Koul. The…

A Literary Journey: The Puja Pandemonium

I arrive late for this session, rather typically. Still disturbed, I settle down as furtively as I can as the speakers take the dais. Jhimli Mukherjee Pandey opens the talks. She wonders when the practice of bringing out annual puja volumes, or Puja Barshikis, first started. Nabakumar Basu wonders how well the quality of the literature…

A Literary Journey: The Two Bengals

An excited buzzing is palpable on this bright morning at Oxford Bookstore; the volunteers are running around; the guests are arriving one by one; the cameras are going off repeatedly. All of this can mean only one thing: the Apeejay Kolkata Bangla Sahitya Utsab is about to begin. RJ Roy’s booming voice gets the proceedings…

Bridging Boundaries on Social Media

The world is a global village. Of all the over-used, catchy new terms of the twenty first century, this is probably the most illusory. How can we claim to be a village, a single community in which all residents are not only interconnected and interdependent, but share meaningful relationships of communal feeling, when the world…

The Little Elephant That Could

When I was little, like about 6 or seven, I had this book about a baby elephant. I can’t remember the name; I can only remember the beautiful illustrations and the rough outline: a little elephant was about to take part in a talent show, and the book was all about his (or her?) search…

Breathing, or The Medusa Takes a Hiatus

Dear all, This feels like a weirdly formal way to begin, considering we’ve talked about how I started watching GoT for the p*rn (we’re PG here), and that you saw me through my now mildly embarrassing Teen Wolf obsession. But it feels right. This is, after all, kind-of sort-of an open letter- you know those…

The Elusive Spring

“Hope is like a disease,” I told myself last Sunday. It clings to you, whether you want it to or not. People say the hardest thing in the world is living without hope, but I think it’s the exact opposite. It’s hope that kills you, simply because it is so hard to let go of,…

Watching "India’s Daughter"

Rape is not a sex crime: it is a display of power. It is a group of socially powerful people saying, “You have transgressed the boundaries we set for you: see what we can do.” It is a “punishment” for daring to breach and an example for those who continue to do so.It is a…

Discovery of Non-India

(Image souce: http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-31698154) This has been a tough week for India- at least the secular, modern, egalitarian India of my perhaps impractical dreams- and it ain’t getting any better. Usually I start these letters-to-a-stranger thing with a “hi” and a “how are you”, but today, I’m honestly not in the mood. When you think about the…

Marchin’ On

*breathes out* Hello.  Wow. I have missed this.  Not even the talking thing we do, where you don’t see me and I don’t see you but I jabber away into the Internet verse and you hear and nod and secretly think I’m an idiot, but just… this. The typing, at my end. The silence in…