By Cold Vibes on July 14,2010
 Our lives are so uncertain. What is to come the next moment is beyond the realm of our human imagination. Most of us live our lives as an auto pilot syndrome. We wake up, do our routine stuff and go back to sleep to wake up another day swimming in the same circle of life until ... [full story]
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By BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR on July 09,2010
 There was quite a chill in the air that morning. Five days had already gone by since the sun showered its warm ray on the numbed face. It was too cold to leave the bed even for performing one’s ablutions. Even a slight thought of journey in this unfavorable season and that too by train comes ... [full story]
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By BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR on July 09,2010
It was more than ten years since I had been to my village where I spent and enjoyed my childhood and had my primary schooling, the plinth of which paved the way for me notching up a lucrative job in Kolkata. While living here I never felt cut off from my native village; I always felt ... [full story]
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By Anis Khan on July 06,2010
 A day after the marriage of her daughter, Shabnam Siraj was lonely in her beautifully decorated house. She hadn’t expected this day to come so soon. She had brought up Ghazal playing the role of a father and mother. Ghazal was the best blessing in her life. This train of thought reminded her of a letter ... [full story]
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By Pragna Paramita Mondal on June 18,2010
Shut out the noise!I'm past words and wails;Soundlessness has engulfed my souland wiped out notes from the depths of my heart,The density has lostthe voice and the verve.I have erased the selfand blotted out the being,And now I belong to a symphony of silences,A discipline that never deludesbut decays.So come to me when the metaphor is ... [full story]
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By Anis Khan on June 17,2010
 Rony was a boy full of energy and ideas. His grandfather was a retired army Colonel and would tell him stories of his army experiences every evening. Rony loved the stories and the Colonel loved to see that his grandson spent time in reflection rather being fascinated with computer and Playstation. The Colonel encouraged Rony to ... [full story]
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By Pragna Paramita Mondal on June 16,2010
Solitariness in my lapel,a blue pebble,in a hat ful of warm rain. [full story]
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By Anis Khan on June 16,2010
 There was nothing unusual in the morning on the day when two women walked in the clinic of Dr Vejayanti Adhikari and caused turmoil in her life. She had performed yoga, bowed before Goddess Lakshmi- the moneygiver, did not wear any gold, cursed the black cat that had crossed her way forcing her to pull up ... [full story]
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By Anis Khan on June 16,2010
 ‘Alhamdulillah, I am doing well. I have no complains to Allah’, he said expressing gratitude to The Almighty. I liked the positivity in his response, but failed to read the tone that carried these words. It was during my stay in Dubai a few years back and I used to go around in the city mostly ... [full story]
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By Anis Khan on June 08,2010
 “Young man, have some butter chicken as well.” My father-in-law said as he noticed that I was inclined to kabab, biryani, stew and kofta but ignored the buttery chicken. “Thank you, I have had enough already .” “That is nothing, when I was in your age I could eat double of that. As a ... [full story]
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By TheBigThinkg Human on June 02,2010
 The Rudram ChamakamBackgroundThis work is a culmination of my last six months or so of my effort. As usual I am not sure on how I landed into Rudra or Chamakam. But the last six months, I had been a tormented soul as I experienced a real ‘child-birth’ with these writings. I could not rest a ... [full story]
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By Rakesh Patel on May 30,2010
Man is burning like a sun in hatred Who is cool at night when his passions are at rest Like a red bull, He carries disgust with him whenever he marches Everywhere, there’s dryness No shade to get rest and peace… Global warming increases, it is fatal. Greenery is just like a dream, but ... [full story]
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By Anis Khan on May 28,2010
Dear Facebook, I want to thank you for your extraordinary service to the humanity. You give oxygen to people dying with suffocative boredom. You give voice to the enthusiasts with untamed creative energy and restless ideas. You fill joy in the lives of millions of people by connecting them to their loved ones and hated ... [full story]
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By Anis Khan on May 27,2010
I loved TV in my last life, for I projected life on it. I could make a reality show of anything as long as it does not make people hysterical or force them to vomit. I paid people to pretend to fight on TV, to bitch against one another and to humiliate talented artists and to ... [full story]
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By anchor on May 24,2010
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By anchor on May 24,2010
Indian Flag Burnt in Srinagar The only country of the world, where one can dare to burn the national flag.. All these become the masala breaking news of Indian news channels: * If Tendulkar cuts the cake which is made to look like national flag, he is condemned.. * If Mandira Bedi wears ... [full story]
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By Anis Khan on May 22,2010
He was from Pakistan. He was jailed in India on the spying charges. His charges were not proven; and the case dragged endlessly. Nobody doubted allegations on him. It’s easier to accept a story rather than to contest it. And who would dare to sympathize with a Pakistani spy. There were many in the border areas ... [full story]
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By Genevieve Barr on May 03,2010
'God's hand slipped' (for Hafiz..1320-1389)'What can you hear today, Hafiz?’I can hear the clouds,hang light in the bright, blue skies.I can hear the wind, slow to a faint hint.I can hear the moon,wink flirtatiously at the settling sun.(Those two. No telling what they get up to).And I can hear a basket load of truth. I can hear inbetween ... [full story]
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By koushikroy 15 on April 05,2010
In the evening he arrived at Chowringhee to find out the address. He was standing before a very famous but now closed cinema hall. Looking at the building a spontaneous deep sigh came out from him. Once upon a time this was a vibrant place of the cinema lovers. Pictures of heroes and heroines ... [full story]
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By shalinee tripathi on January 05,2010
My nights are worse than deathI spend each night in graveTwo islands on a single bedAnd a death like silence reins.I spend each night in graveWith thoughts and feelings deadAnd a death like silence reinsWhen at midnight my dreams turn into ghosts.With thoughts and feelings deadNomore I wish to liveAt midnight my dreams become ghostsThese are the dreams, our eyes ... [read document]
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