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Guwahati of My Mind: January 2010
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Guwahati of My Mind. This blog has been created as part of my project as Independent Fellow with Sarai-CSDS and aims at studying the literary reflections of my city of birth - Guwahati - in Axamiya (Assamese) literature. I will be updating it every month between the 15th and 21st. Fearless A Poem Excerpted from We Called the River. Not a Nice Man to Know. Wednesday, January 27, 2010. A Poem Excerpted from. We Called the River Red. In the latest issue of Pratilipi. I will not be slapped like my cousin.
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A Vagabond's Soliloquy: Winter
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth). Wednesday, January 6, 2010. I never understood these mute chasms. Which separate us in this hopeless exile. These shadows cast by the fire in our hearts. Many long winters have passed and. Yet I brandish this forgotten childhood. Like a talisman to ward off evil. In this misty rain.
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A Vagabond's Soliloquy: November 2009
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth). Saturday, November 14, 2009. Beloved, this dying day is no different. Like muted gongs, this child of the stony night. Promises no sound of rain. How many more lives. Do we offer on this hungry altar that knows no prayer? How many deaths do we die like withered spirits? And my mother s...
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A Vagabond's Soliloquy: August 2009
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth). Sunday, August 9, 2009. Hungry Strings hug my heavy feet. White Toe Nail, Love. Hysterical grunts, Muted screams. My Blue Eyed Love. Who sits at the edge. Of a broken chair. In her blue, green eyes. To taste it later. My blue eyed love. Tuesday, August 4, 2009. Of what was once.
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Guwahati of My Mind
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Guwahati of My Mind. This blog has been created as part of my project as Independent Fellow with Sarai-CSDS and aims at studying the literary reflections of my city of birth - Guwahati - in Axamiya (Assamese) literature. I will be updating it every month between the 15th and 21st. AN EPIPHANY My poets loved Guwahati then, and lov. Not a Nice Man to Know. Tuesday, June 27, 2006. Why this passionate attraction transcending time? How this sustained infatuation? The poet has the key…. Homeland which my retur...
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Guwahati of My Mind
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Guwahati of My Mind. This blog has been created as part of my project as Independent Fellow with Sarai-CSDS and aims at studying the literary reflections of my city of birth - Guwahati - in Axamiya (Assamese) literature. I will be updating it every month between the 15th and 21st. Terror and Urban Apathy[Published Assam Tribune, 2. Not a Nice Man to Know. Tuesday, February 24, 2009. Terror and Urban Apathy. Meanwhile, what has been happening to the ‘mainstream' – whatever its definition?
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Guwahati of My Mind
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Guwahati of My Mind. This blog has been created as part of my project as Independent Fellow with Sarai-CSDS and aims at studying the literary reflections of my city of birth - Guwahati - in Axamiya (Assamese) literature. I will be updating it every month between the 15th and 21st. INTERVIEW WITH NILIM KUMAR, POET AND AYURVEDIC DOC. INTERVIEW WITH HAREKRISHNA DEKA, POET AND RETIRED . GUWAHATI A poem by Nilim Kumar Translated by Uddi. GUWAHATI (I) A poem by Harekrishna Deka Translate. Not a Nice Man to Know.
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Guwahati of My Mind
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Guwahati of My Mind. This blog has been created as part of my project as Independent Fellow with Sarai-CSDS and aims at studying the literary reflections of my city of birth - Guwahati - in Axamiya (Assamese) literature. I will be updating it every month between the 15th and 21st. BOHAG MATHU ETI RITU NAHAI (Bohag is not merel. Not a Nice Man to Know. Wednesday, April 19, 2006. BOHAG MATHU ETI RITU NAHAI. Bohag is not merely a season). It is Bihu back home. Perhaps there is bohag. In the air,. As a child...
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Guwahati of My Mind: February 2006
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Guwahati of My Mind. This blog has been created as part of my project as Independent Fellow with Sarai-CSDS and aims at studying the literary reflections of my city of birth - Guwahati - in Axamiya (Assamese) literature. I will be updating it every month between the 15th and 21st. WHEN A CITY LOST ITS SOUL The average urban middl. SMOG A short story by Silabhadra Translated by Ud. Not a Nice Man to Know. Wednesday, February 22, 2006. WHEN A CITY LOST ITS SOUL. And everybody was tensed, afraid, suspicious.
