Why Is India Called Hindustan?Because India is the land on the banks of Indus River (alse referred to as Hindu River) hence the name Hindustan. Not beacuse of the land of Hindus! “We never called her either India or Hindoostan. We knew her of old by quite a different name. The fact of the matter … Continue reading India vs Bharat
Anu and I were best friends since pre school. I knew her from the first day of my school life when the tip of my nose and eyes were flowing with equal velocity, punctuated with loud cries of mourning. My teacher held on to my arm and led me to sit beside a small, quiet-looking … Continue reading Anu and I
It was on a lunar eclipse day, I desired to dance “Why?” an ugly disfigured man asked. Creeping slowly clutching his peeling skin He again asked “Why?” I was undraped, My silky smooth hair Resembled a ball of black wool of a sheep I tuned into classical music The bells in my feet I … Continue reading The Panthuvarali Terpsichore
He stood at the edge of the cliff and all a he needed was a push the mental push. The sky was clear, sun shinning will full pride, soothing breeze flowing at its own speed. Birds chirping melodiously. The water below looked prussian blue. Crystal clear and sparkling and calm. He mentally calculated the distance … Continue reading He
Our friendship is not What I see with my eyes, But it is felt What we feel within the heart! When there is trust and faith, Understanding and caring, Loyalty and sharing, There is the bond of friendship. Our true friendship is a rare feeling, But it could be found in darkest of times, With … Continue reading F.r.i.e.n.d.
This article is written apolitically and does not take a dig at any political parties in India. Day-to-day judgments including crucial ones that impact a large population are principally taken by elected legislators and the bureaucracy serving them. Elections are defiance of the democratic system. Our once-in-five-years excursion to the voting booth is a travesty … Continue reading Elections: Mockery of Democracy
"Put down your PS4!" "Hop into the car... let's go get your Mom from the office!" "Finish your milk or else I will switch off the laptop!" "Pushpa..!" The smell of powerlessness, hospital visits, annoyance outbursts, broken glasses, the long vacation, the dizzying aroma of medicines, his feeble voice that instilled in me the fear … Continue reading Shooting Star
All too tiny, Too late As the Corona Brings down the planet by mistake. Administration bureaucrats standing behind doorways As it floods blood of wealth To keep the economy running. Awakening up the people to a calamity Which is extremely terrifying For me and you. A battle with the invisible. Watching loved ones going green. … Continue reading Is It The End?
My senses close. I'm clutching onto My reminiscences And animosity. My snooze All lonely in my head... So hushed. I can't enlighten the way My cries run blood along my lines. If I let go of my agony, I'll cease to be, give into the scourge... Conflict is approaching, I can hear it in my … Continue reading Losing Myself
What are my poems all about? My poems are all about her. It's Monday again, she embedded A kiss on my temple And left for office without Emitting a word. We argued the night before, But the temple kiss She never misses that. Arguments. Brooding. Temper Swings. She rubs off this restriction And shatters off … Continue reading Her
Jitaditya Sengupta 