Beef ban and other ‘cool’ hypocrisies

I first tasted beef when I was eighteen and had accompanied a few friends for a drunken jaunt at Calcutta’s junta bar, Olypub. One Hayward’s down, I heard a friend recommending the eponymous Olypub Beefsteak, driving Bengalis into poetic and political frenzy (especially when accompanied by Old Monk) since 1981. “Guru, ekhankar beefsteak na khele […]

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An eye for an eye, a death for a rape

There’s something immensely satisfying seeing a woman wielding an iron rod butchering depraved men to death. Especially considering the current scenario of disturbing events and headlines announcing attack after attack on women for no fault of theirs. Yesterday I feasted my eyes on the gore. Blood and guts as Anushka Sharma struck blow after blow […]

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Why?

It’s the simplest question that can be asked. It doesn’t even need a question mark. Doesn’t need any intonation. Encompasses the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. Why. Why? It’s a statement that’s reflexive. It’s a question that doesn’t need answers. It IS the answer because you know the answer already. You ask […]

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Songs of innocence no more

Yesterday while having dinner and flipping channels while at it, I stopped at a Bengali GEC airing a very popular game show hosted by the great Sourav Ganguly. This episode had kid participants. They must have been no more than 8-12 years old. But they betrayed an air of such adulthood that it was difficult […]

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Dream trap

I am a hardcore skeptic. It is thus in my nature to dismiss esoteric explanations of everyday phenomena. More particularly, a nondescript activity such as dreaming of flying. The only problem is I remember every view, every detail, every feeling vividly. And I tend to reminisce on them long after I wake up and resume […]

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Dystopia X Disturbia

I ran till my legs ached. Reaching my hole, I plunged headlong. The slides were in position and carried me to my grotto. I had two slices of bread clutched in my emaciated hands. I had four mouths to feed. The sidewalks of the city have changed character drastically. Taken over by the Bulls, the […]

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Language of Love

How do you like your love? Tied up at the bedposts with silk ties, caressed by Leather and feathers. Stirred up in a caramel cup with a swirl of vanilla. Raucous shows, rooftop tableaux and item number parodies. Downy rainfall and a crackling fireplace. Creaky deckchairs and salty surf-sprays. Wet, winding and moss-laden mountain walks. […]

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