Modi and The Republic of Blind Faith

However, that current regimes have free license to repeat a wrong because there is precedence set by those out of power is not an idea that a healthy democracy should allow to foster.

At the end of all things

Meet me at the end of all things,Tell me when it will be spring,Like the beginning, is the end transient too?And why riveting nights ignite winter blues? The world asleep while we wake to doom,To wither, flowers first need to bloom.And that pressed flowers too write history,Pain and memories of that which could not be....

Unraveling the Soul

(This is a re-edited article (2016) from the blog. The original piece has been taken down.) Writing is a way to unravel yourself, to get naked and still not be ashamed of it. And if at all you are haunted by the ghost of public perception, then what you do is not writing. It is some other form of activity that lacks soul and energy. It lacks the will to continue. It lacks the courage to acknowledge your ideology. It lacks the honesty to be at terms with your dreams. And therefore, it is as good as dead.

The Begum of Oudh – I

This poetry is the first in the series of four based on a Pulitzer Prize nominated feature piece by Ellen Barry titled- 'The Jungle Prince of Delhi'. (Link Here: https://www.nytimes.com/2019/11/22/world/asia/the-jungle-prince-of-delhi.html)

The Fallacy in Calling Out Hypocrisy

First, hypocrisy is a natural human tendency. We are people of contradictions and more often than not are slaves to at the moment outbursts when faced with conflicting views. Second, every piece of information must be taken in its social and cultural context. For what may seem to be obvious and correct in one cultural setting might not hold in another. Third, educating people about their ignorance and attacking them personally for being a hypocrite are ends to two separate goals. The former being to bring a change in perspective that stems out of your core beliefs and the latter to establish superiority that stems out of pretension.

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Here I stand in a wild world,And ask myself what to be?To be the star that burns to shine,Or the moon that dazzles but isn't free. I know not yet of the worldly ways,And why all choices are so narrow,So I ask my heart to guide my will,And my mind to let me follow.

Finding Faith: My View on Jainism

Religion to me is a channel to guide me through life, a medium to express comfort in the knowledge of the unknown, to understand that we are just a small part of a greater design and yet feel motivated to drive actions in the pursuit of truth.

Of Privileges and Rights

It is difficult to not acknowledge racial, caste and class differences when you have grown in a country where it is reiterated repeatedly by high tower commentators that these differences are now part of history. The simple things that we take for granted, are sometimes the things that others have been fighting for decades to...

The Begum of Oudh – IV

This poem is the last in a series of four based on a Pulitzer Prize nominated feature piece by Ellen Barry for The New York Times titled- ‘The Jungle Prince of Delhi’.

The Begum of Oudh – III

This poem is the third in a series of four based on a Pulitzer Prize nominated feature piece by Ellen Barry for The New York Times titled- ‘The Jungle Prince of Delhi’.

The Begum of Oudh – II

This poem is the second in a series of four based on a Pulitzer Prize nominated feature piece by Ellen Barry for The New York Times titled- ‘The Jungle Prince of Delhi’.

The Last Journey

Take me home to the summer winds,And put me to rest where I can sleep,A dream visited by those whom I love,A song to keep me in their memory. Take me home to the winter sun,The warmth that blankets my soul,A smile to hide the pain beneath,A wish to make myself whole. Take me home...