One of the fierce feminists of her times, Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain was a pioneering writer, too. In her lifetime she advocated women rights through her writings. This slim volume published by Zubaan and exquisitely translated from the Bengali by Kalyani Dutta covers her fabulist writings and a few poems, and closes with an unfinished work that’s left on her desk when she died a quiet death. Continue reading Feminist Writings and Works of Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain
Bill Hayes’ Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me is a tale, an autobiography, a portrait of New York and its citizen, a search for home – in a person or in a city; it may be one of them or all of them. It’s difficult to review such a rare book. It’s a potpourri of thoughts translated immediately as if it will lose its … Continue reading Insomniac City: My Personal Favorite and His Boyfriend
Disclaimer: You need to read till the very end to make something out of this blog entry, judging by reading the first two lines won’t help you. A late night conversation on dating app Last Saturday, I was using the gay-dating app, the ever popular and instant gratification provider, Grindr. I was bone-tired but after a long day, I just wanted to ‘see,’ if-there’s-anyone-new-around. There’s … Continue reading “Look for a Guy in White T-Shirt,” He Said
I type, “What do you…” and then I long press the backspace key. I stare at the blank screen and my fingers ache nervously to hit the keyboard. Hi says the Writer’s Block. A long pause, A brief sip of tea, An empty stare at the wall and then a long pause again. It seems that my stare at the wall will penetrate it somehow, … Continue reading Writer’s Block
Having watched this movie a couple of months ago (I don’t know if it’s over a year) at Siri Fort Auditorium, I’m reflecting on it today. I do not know if I was triggered by something in particular but living and dying have been my favourite subjects for overthinking. So, I thought to write something about it in context to the movie. At this point, … Continue reading Mukti Bhawan: Death Has Meaning Too!
It’s my habit now, when I come from office and set my bedding in the room which is not my own, a house which used to be home once, first thing I do is open my laptop and check e-mails. I know, it sounds too professional but that’s how it is. Day before yesterday, I stumbled upon this video, How to be creative: How an … Continue reading What I Feel About Bukowski’s ‘So You Want to Be a Writer?’