The poems in this book are not linked by any single theme. There is however, as the title suggests a general sense of atrophy in the world around us and more than one poem engages with the theme of communal attrition and the rise of fascist mentalities in the Indian context. The poems are very limited in the sense of not appealing to the universal except in occasional outbursts of carnal and passionate love. Sarcasm and a sense of injured merit taint many of the poems in this collection. The sweetly and naively flowing brooks of peace, love and nationalist pride to be found in the great...
The poems in this book are not linked by any single theme. There is however, as the title suggests a general sense of atrophy in the world around us a...
An unusual story of displacement, self deception, and destiny playing itself out through the character of a pathetically Quixotic and scheming anti-heroine. The ending leaves one wondering at the terrible simplicity and unpredictability of human destiny. Rooted firmly in the satirical tradition, the novelette still betrays a sense of surrender and forgiveness as the only way of making sense in an otherwise meaningless existence.
An unusual story of displacement, self deception, and destiny playing itself out through the character of a pathetically Quixotic and scheming anti-he...
Shakespeare's Hamlet comes of age in a regressive grafting upon one of the hardiest stock in literature - the thorny tragedy of Oedipus still staring at us across the ages with its hollow bleeding eyes. Man's ancient tryst with destiny delivers a yet harder blow with no hope of release, no promise of recognition and the worst of all no self knowledge for Hamlipus our valiant victim. The play brings together two of the greatest tragedies of all times in a dim and dismal exhibition of futility and fate.
Shakespeare's Hamlet comes of age in a regressive grafting upon one of the hardiest stock in literature - the thorny tragedy of Oedipus still staring ...
What happens when the only aim of a system is to justify its existence ? What good can come out of disciplines that are suspicious of the imaginative? What truly is to become of a nation which extols militant nationalism, material growth, and smoother roads over morality and the need to punish mass murder? This book does not answer these very unpalatable questions but the inability to do so is the very site of its birth in mirth and nonsense.
What happens when the only aim of a system is to justify its existence ? What good can come out of disciplines that are suspicious of the imaginative?...
