अलविदा त्रिपुरारी शर्मा
विदाई सूचक: हिमांशु बी. जोशी नब्बे के दशक की शुरुवात में मैं जब दिल्ली आया था तो उस वक्त राष्ट्रीय नाट्य विद्यालय रंगमंडल के वरिष्ठ अभिनेताओं श्रीवल्लभ व्यास जी और रवि खानविलकर जी की...
Category: Prose
किसका मोती, किसकी झोली?
किसका मोती किसकी झोली बचपन में देखा था उसे पहली बार।उसकी माँ हमारे यहाँ काम करती थी। एक दिन संग बेटी को ले आई। बोली,”आज कुछ हरारत सी लगे है बीबी जी। इसे ले...
Every Human is an artist
Every human is an artist, a storyteller with a unique point of view.When we see ourselves as artists, we no longer feel the need to impose our views on others or to defend what...
Beastly Tales: Animal and Human Fables
Beastly Tales : Animal and Human Fables A review by Manohar Khushalani READINGS: Beastly TalesPoems by Vikram Seth with Stories by James ThurberPresented by MotleyRecitations by Naseeruddin Shah;Ratna Pathak Shah; Heeba Shah; and Kenny...
सुख भरी नींद का सपना
सुख भरी नींद का सपना – एक नया बिदेसिया — अनिल गोयल “हियाँ के गाँव और गाँवन के जैसे नईं लगत ऐं!” खिड़की के बाहर तेजी से भागते, पीछे छूटते मकानों, दुकानों, खलिहानों...
In Cricket – Look before you take the leap
The most important feature that everybody should bear in mind is that if you opt for cricket as a career then not being successful, is not an option and you stand nowhere.
The Universe within the Womb / Gouri Nilakantan
Does the cold womb speak to the warm vagina, are we meant to be bound and knit into the body, so much so we do not seem to belong, not to have any identity...
Where Time is Non-Existent / Sanjiv Bobby Desai
As I waited with Tripti, I looked around at all the rest of the passengers waiting with us. Some were squatting and smoking, some chattering, some busy on their phones, some cooing and chatting with the baby and her mother. 15 minutes of this. Once the driver announced the all clear, we all got back into the jeep and set off again
Tete-a-tete with the Sighting Shadows / Gouri Nilakantan
Shadows of course are hazy, difficult to pin as someone true, and further becomes even more not worth a glance, if it belongs to mere passerby. However, for once it is important to..
Memories of the Recitative Past
All of us are born with memories that we wish to forget and discard like faded photographs having hazy blurry images or the thrown pennings of blue inland letters and creamy pages fading with...
