Solving the Rohingya issue at the regional level

Background: Myanmar is witnessing a brutal episode of violence since August 25, 2017 between Rohingya Muslims and Rakhine Buddhists (who reportedly enjoy support from the Myanmar state too). Some 2600 houses have allegedly been burnt, more than 100,000 Rohingyas have been forced to flee to neighbouring Bangladesh and approximately 1000 lives have been lost. Given … Continue reading Solving the Rohingya issue at the regional level

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World Poetry Day: Time to appreciate language and life

​ Offering up words for public consumption takes a certain amount of – well, not courage – but “pluck.” Even we newspaper “ink-stained wretches” (as we were once known), are painfully aware that each word is a choice and thus an opportunity to be judged – by you, our audience. That partly explains why you … Continue reading World Poetry Day: Time to appreciate language and life

अब ईश्क है तो है…।।

सुनो, तुम लाख गुस्सैल हो और गज़ब की तानाशाह, पर अब इश्क है तो है। दरअसल सच कहूँ तो तुम्हारी अकड़  पर ही तो मेरा सारा डोमिनेंस दिल दे बैठा। 21वीं सदी है, लोग स्पेस चाहते हैं, गुस्सा तो झेल ही नहीं सकते। यहां हमारा केस इतना अलग कैसे? मेरी सारी अकड़ तुम्हारे आगे चकनाचूर … Continue reading अब ईश्क है तो है…।।

लिखने से सूकून मिलता है

मैं लिखता हूँ ताकि तुम पढ़ सको। तुम्हे इम्प्रेस करने को ही लिखता हूँ ये चिकनी चुपड़ी बातें। मैं कह देता हूँ, लिखने से सुकून मिलता हैं मुझे, लेकिन ऐसा कुछ होता नही हैं। शायद ये मेरा सबसे बड़ा झूट हैं की "लिखने से सुकून मिलता हैं।" ऐसे कितने किस्से हैं जो सिर्फ दर्द ही … Continue reading लिखने से सूकून मिलता है

Gloomy Picture of Development

Unemployment in India is on the rise. According to media report daily 550 jobs are simply vanishing. Prahar, a civil society group in it's report after study has said that everyday 550 jobs are vanishing. It means daily 550 people are losing their jobs. If this trend continues unchecked by 2050 a huge percentage of … Continue reading Gloomy Picture of Development

My son was ‘taken’ from me!

Simple daily rituals have become so severely agonizing. Pain which seems to hide itself  behind the necessary necessities of life while it reminds me of him whenever my slow breaths warn me that I am still alive. My shirt would have fitted him perfectly by now. His feet would have grown big enoughto wear my … Continue reading My son was ‘taken’ from me!