VERSE|MARDANGI – My Patriarchal Burden

This is A sequel to my earlier verse “Ravaged”.This piece looks at the complicated nuances of nurture and upbringing, as opposed to the static all-out denunciation of the individual perpetrating familial rape. This piece of writing attempts to highlight the grotesque patriarachy which we have allowed to perpetuate and which has damaged generations of both,Continue reading “VERSE|MARDANGI – My Patriarchal Burden”

FICTION|A TWILIGHT IN SERENDIB

Some character background to this piece is essential i feel, to give it that bit of relatable relevance. Felicia’s character is based on an old family friend who is as lovely as she is absolutely, delightfully eccentric. Donald Rajapakse is a more sinister inspiration, based on the character of a man whom i know nothingContinue reading “FICTION|A TWILIGHT IN SERENDIB”

VERSE| RAVAGED

A tribute (brutal and raw so we don’t forget) to all those courageous girls who have been made victims of our ugly patriarchal social fabric, and who have stood up to their tormentors/ abusers and even their protectors to stop the obscenity. And to those brave, brave girls who continue to fight to survive anotherContinue reading “VERSE| RAVAGED”

OPINION|THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM

The 110 million Shadow People of the Pakistani populace: its WOMEN. For to be fully alive and to be accepted as an individual in her own right, you would have to have control over your body and your life, and all movements/ shifts/ evolutions and inclinations thereof. And the Pakistani woman is the antithesis ofContinue reading “OPINION|THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM”

OPINION| A Low Down Dirty Shame

The “Dirty Old Man” Syndrome As a woman who tends to go about her daily routine in largely solitary mode, and who is also a creature of habit, i have had my fair share of run-ins with this odd denominator. I have also realised that more than being an age related malady, the Dirty OldContinue reading “OPINION| A Low Down Dirty Shame”

FICTION|Days of Purgatory – (Part 5)

A slate grey Mercedes S-class stopped at the traffic light near Kalma Chowk*. Its single occupant engaged in meditative contemplation, seemingly unaware of the myriad admiring, envious and studiedly indifferent glances directed towards his carriage. At that moment, Saif too was thinking of how like Cinder-fella* he felt, enroute to the reception of his ladyContinue reading “FICTION|Days of Purgatory – (Part 5)”

OPINION|Where (Sh)eagles Dare*

As this pandemic rages on, gleefully rubbing together it’s glycoprotein-encrusted club-claws, we are absolutely befuddled, divided and overcome. As it continues to decimate our cities and our people, we watch on in demented awe, the dubious badge of honour of the Intelligent Species clinging comically to our faded lapels. The Novel Coronavirus has blithely continuedContinue reading “OPINION|Where (Sh)eagles Dare*”