(Filmscript) The complete
text of the latest film by the 'woman's director' of Bengali cinema,
which won hearts recently at the Berlin Film Festival Translated
Azmi A moment, Life and Toys (Poetry)
'The boat here is made of sand, froth goes into making the
boatman/ The train is fashioned out of wood, the elephant mother of
pearl/ These heavy machines those light ones are made of plastic/
The wheels are moulded from wax, they can neither stop nor move' -
Translated from Urdu
Chullikkad The possessed (Poetry)
'Past midnight/ Your Machismo bike/ riderless,/ roars along the deserted
streets /witnesses say./ yes, I believe their words'
Dasgupta Why globalisation gives us the willies
After the fiasco at Seattle, it's time for Doha. This time, the big
noises in the WTo should work on winning back the faith of nations
lower on the totem pole
Rahul Sagar Access @ll (Essay)
Democratic deficits, rampant even in the 'advanced countries', are
causing the systemic disillusionment which has become the bugbear
Verma The long way home (Short fiction)
"Why don't you go back home?" I made bold to ask
it was the kind of boldness that only comes from drinking and
never again returns. "Home..." he looked scared. "What
home! I don't understand what you mean." He was so close to me
that I drew back. Sometimes we can smell fear, like animals
Translated from Hindi
fiction ) 'The new sparrow tilted its
head to one side and looked at Thatha from the corner of its eye.
Then gradually, it inched its way towards the man in short, hopping
flights...' Translated from Tamil
Hossain Motijaan's daughters (Short fiction)
'Marriage gives a woman a certain stature in her new household
she becomes a wife, and this condition marks the beginning of a new
chapter in her life...'
Chandan Gorky's cell
'Prisons are bleeding wounds on the chest of
the earth. They are the darkest spots on the map. Wherever a human
being is imprisoned is an area of darkness.'
Chaudhuri family values (Review)
Of Leela Dube's latest book, Anthropological explorations in
Dhanwa Light of the first film (Poetry) And
two other poems besides
Bagchi Delhi Triptych (Prose)
'The light changed to red and the car came to a stop at the line.
The little girl got up off the divider and came to the window. It
was a white Honda with the seats still in their plastic covers...''
Chhabra Monument (Poetry)
'You placed my disembodied eyes/ that had seen my husband slain,/
my brother abducted,/ my son missing...'
Vishwajyoti Ghosh deals with
a strange and terrible backlog