Tahir Faraz sahab was my introduction to the world of shayari and mushaira. To me, before him, the doors of the Urdu had felt ridden with difficult Persian words and ridiculous stereotypes of drunken loners and estranged lovers- none of which I could ever relate to. It has been more
Madness has always been an interesting subject for me. I have met my fair share of mentally ill people in my life- well, met is an exaggeration, I’ve seen them, or for an even more suitable phrase, observed them. My first memory of a mad person is a person
Gregor Samsa is too large a name for our purposes, so we’ll just call him Mr K. Mr K is broadly considered an idiot, but, let’s not immediately put too much faith in his public perception and let’s instead use our own critical faculties to see what
There are two types of people in the world. OR With all the authority vested in me by this act of you reading this with possibly questionable level of attention and my sheer audacity of assuming such disputable dominance, I declare that there are two types of people in the
Ages ago, I was sitting somewhere in my village. It was around dusk. I was lying down in my hut made of mud and straw. It was very calm and pleasant. I could see the horizon and the animals still grazing near the farm. I being the observant and the
I contemplated for too long about what the first post here should be about. It could have been anything- and that, perhaps, is the scariest thought. Anything- so endless and so engrossing. You start at the first distraction from the monotony of nothingness, and then, you fall into the next