Category: OP-ED


  • The Death of Identity

    ,

    โ€œI am a citizen of the world.โ€โ€•ย Sylvia Beach In a recent interview, I had put down โ€˜identityโ€™ as an intrinsic part of me, an identity that is devoid of law and religion or other statuses that have the power to affect my identity. I was asked to explain how my identity is bound to law;…

  • It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words. Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 In the beginning, he was my go-to recommendation when people asked for recommendations but over time I realized that Iโ€™m blindly recommending a writer to anyone who…

  • One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the worldโ€ฆ And when you feel that you are dying of loneliness, despair, or love, all that you have not experienced joins in this endlessly sorrowful procession. ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย …

  • Earlier in the year, Prime Minister Narendra Modi at the World Economic Forum held in Davos, Switzerland, plead to the global world to abide by the value of unity and brotherhood, by invoking the significance of VasudevKutambakam in his address. VasudevKutumbakam is the philosophy of the entire world being anintegrated, cohesive family, and people from…

  • Thereโ€™s a strange dynamic to the architecture of hotels in Kashmir that have existed during these times of siege since the last few decades. Today, as I walked through the barbed wires boldly glistening in the faint sunlight of an unbecoming winter, I noticed that most of them, or least of all the ones I…

  • Until something doesnโ€™t affect us directly it hardly exists. We, human beings, place ourselves first and foremost in every transaction of life. I came to know about the revocation of Article 35A through Google. Home was thousands of kilometres away. I read the headline and went back to my existential mode of life. There were…

  • A season of death, a season of loss; our buds rest into coffins, our blossoms have the scent of scars. With a call for Namaz, there’s a greater call to visit graveyards. Decades of violence; an abode of learners, a valley blooming with the hues of knowledgeโ€” now cradles in the darkness of ignorance. From…

  • Trends have changed, philosophies of existence and their manifestations too have made a brutal and radical shift towards the โ€˜distortions of something-ness.โ€™ The world once had experienced Socrates, walking down from wild forest, with a swing of gestures on his face, reflecting a deep search with an endless pulse of confusions. The collective social psychology…