By Yanis Iqbal
In Pathaan, the attempted shift from the maternal nation through the personality of Rubina encountered a cultural backlash from right-wing activists, who said that the saffron bikini worn by Padukone in the song “Besharam Rang” was an insult to Hinduism.
By Shuma Talukdar
Aparna Singh’s collection of short stories, ‘Periodic Tales’, adeptly covers how menstruation is experienced by women from different walks of life, from different sections of society, in different parts of India.
By Somudranil Sarkar
‘Dreich Planet India’, edited by Sanjeev Sethi (a handmade chapbook made in Scotland, published by Hybriddreich Limited Dunfermline), emerges as germane to the poetry celebrating Indian Independence.
By Aamir Raza
Maulana Azad’s ‘Qaul-e- Faisal; Insaaf Ki Baat’ is a must read in today’s socio-political time, where sedition as an undemocratic tool is used by elected governments to suppress the voices of people.
By Gopal Lahiri
Raindrop on the Periwinkle opens up a new vista in form poems and stands out for its sheer promise and startling originality and quietness.
By Chaitali Sengupta
This volume of poetry has turned out to be a valuable discourse on cultural dualities, hybrid identities, emphasizing on paradox, conflict, feminism, and marginalization. It deserves a wide readership.
By Prithvijeet Sinha
Each poem is akin to a personal conversation, a one-on-one exchange that displays her talent given its distinctive personable nature.
By Vagmi Singh
People identifying as LGBTQ+ often come across social discrimination such as difficulty in finding rental places to live together, in workspaces, and in educational institutions.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Afsar Mohammed’s Evening with a Sufi, translated from Telugu by Afsar Mohammed and Shamala Gallagher and published by Red River, is a collection of poems that has been selected from several of his poetry volumes in Telugu.
By Niveditha K Prasad
This new manner by which Bangaloreans interact with Bengaluru, through the visual representation of Puneeth Rajkumar, is then perhaps a new way of knowing the city and its inexplicable, rooted cosmopolitanism.
By Priyanshi Kothari
In her latest book- Jungle Passports: Fences, Mobility, and Citizenship at the Northeast India-Bangladesh Border, socio-cultural anthropologist Malini Sur brings to the fore the ethnography of the India-Bangladesh border.
By Waseem Akber Baba, Pratyush Bibhakar & Manasi Sinha
The women in Iran are dancing in the streets, waving their head scarves, and the iconic chopped hair hoisted as a flag to proclaim their agency and foreground how their lives are controlled.
By Rimli Bhattacharya
I had unleashed the Kali in me. I had defied all norms and applied the sindoor.
By Tanya Kainaat
One would have to take a closer look at the term ‘cultural pluralism’ in order to truly appreciate Sir Syed’s contributions to the cause of human enlightenment.
By Anwesh Satpathy
After his release from prison and the lifting of restrictions on his movement, Savarkar was welcomed by major leaders of the Congress including Jawaharlal Nehru, Subhash Bose and C Rajagopalachari.
By Saurov Hazarika
If we want to save our language, save our culture, there are hundred other ways. Sacrificing the future of a poor child from a small village isn’t an option.
By Niveditha Prasad
The state in ‘Kantara’ is an ambiguous presence whose place in the narrative is grey. It appears as the post-colonial state in 1990, in an India at the cusp of neoliberalism. There are bikes, telephone poles, bottled soda drinks and freely flowing Scotch.
By Atreyee Majumder
Kaminsky yearns in the way that I have only seen Shahid Ali yearn and probably no one else. There is no way out of empire, of America, of war, of trauma. The only escape is the madness of language.
By Ananya Dutta Gupta
To me it seemed that Durga is the embodiment of this spirit of primitivity, apotheosised into heritage, which is retrieved and revived annually, ritualistically, as a token of reverence and acknowledgement, precisely because it cannot be lived with.
By Rimli Bhattacharya
Tranquillity adorned her face tonight. I could still feel the healthy glow of her skin. I had touched her hand. It was ice cold. I had kissed her forehead as I knew it would be my last goodbye.
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