Sach ko bas hone se matlab hai
Usko nahi aur kaam koi
These past few days I find myself thinking a lot about language. My first language, growing up, I think, mom please correct me if I’m wrong, was Hindi. But now my first language is English, which is, mom please correct me if I’m wrong, because I went to an English-Medium school.Continue reading “On Why I Speak English So Well”
On the occasion of my 29th birthday (16th October), I had the opportunity to think deeply about the question of death and dying. Which is the done thing nowadays I believe. Be cool like that. Ponder death on birthdays. Ponder poverty on pay day. Ponder sickness while healthy. So just being cool here. NBD.Continue reading “Birthday Musings on Death”
First, there were humans on earth. We organized into tribes and clans and fought with nature over resources. Then some tribes realized some other tribes were also in the neighbourhood so they fought those tribes over said natural resources. Then some of them realized they might as well inter-marry, share skills and tools, and conquer nature together.Continue reading “How India’s Unusual Nationalism Might Save the Planet”
Main chup hun – ke ab bhi ruka hun main
Neend se shaayad jaag jaao tum.
I couldn’t get through your first book because I was too young when I picked it up and your English was too you. They don’t teach that kind of grammar even in English-medium schools. They didn’t even tell me ‘English-Medium’ meant that the medium of instruction was English. For many years I harboured a deep, unspoken irritation that my parents didn’t bother to send me to an English-Large or English-Extra Large school. Why Medium? Is there is a test I can take? I will take it, I swear. I will ACE it. Just let me.Continue reading “A Letter to Arundhati Roy”
4th June, 2019
By now, you may already have heard that Castiko is moving out of our beautiful home at 121, Aram Nagar 2. If you haven’t, please consider this as us letting you know. We’re moving out. It’s the end of a brilliant, iridescent chapter in our lives. I hope the Space meant as much to you as it did to the people who made it come alive.Continue reading “To: Friends of the Castiko Space”
I’m obsessed with this song. Here are two versions of the lyrics, 1 verse each. Best enjoyed by humming along.Continue reading “Afreen Afreen – Two More Versions”
I went up to the top of the highest mountain
There was a man there, they had told me.
A man with shadowy eyes and long, flowing white hair
A man who could turn invisible at will
A man whose orange skin was so bright
It could blind you even before you could open your mouth
The air today it reeks of sorrows wild.
The smoke from cars and trucks and burning trash
The fumes off burning hearts that used to dream
The sordid lusts of hawks who thirst for blood.
सुन सुन के तेरी महफ़िलों के फ़साने
आ गए दीवाने, साहिल को पाने!
किस्मतों की दलीलें धुएं में उड़ाने
फिर आज़माने ये रास्ते पुराने!
We’re citizens of a tribe of sedative-ecstatic savages, in
Kingdoms of filth and infrastructural amenities, with
Gold-crusted grins of sharp shocking jaws
Anaesthetized, impervious, black punctured eyeballs.Continue reading “A Tribe of Sedative-Ecstatic Savages”
The Good, the Bad and the Sholay‘s Kalaa Utsavam run just ended two days ago. I wrote the play at an emotionally tumultuous time in college, when very little was making sense and I was still grappling with what I want to do with myself. Writing was cathartic and rewarding, and it became my refuge.Continue reading “The Good, the Bad and the Sholay – 2015”
Here’s the link: http://www.filmcomment.com/blog/interview-godfrey-reggio/
I haven’t watched the film yet, so this is quite a difficult read.
Some memorable quotes:Continue reading “Reading Godfrey Reggio’s Interview about his film “Visitors””
Rudolph the rednosed reindeer,
Had a very shiny nose.
And if they ever saw him,
They would let him know it blows.
Atankwaadi toh chalo apna kaam kar rahe hain
Par aapne kyon dar ki dukaan lagaayi hai?
Jab dekho daraate rehte ho.
Listen – do listen! – to Bulleh Shah
Beware of the tyranny of names!
Continue reading “Listen to Bulleh Shah!”
A monster’s heart is beating it alive
This city’s stench and bile is still aglow.
And you and I are dregs of mindless dust
Just wafting thoughts that pass, and are forgot.
Me reading this aloud:
सुनो सुनो सुनो !
आज कुछ खरा सुनाता हूँ !
कहानी ये बिलकुल सच्ची है
और सुनने में भी अच्छी है
तो कान खोलना मुफ़्त मानो,
और ध्यान इस बात पे बांधो –