Wild and Free
....that we think this problem of the climate crises is not ours to own or fix. We think this fight is for some privileged do-gooders who may not have to worry about putting food on table. And that such fighters may not have mental stress, kids to raise, mortgages to pay, or deal with whole... Continue Reading →
ਜੇਠ ਤੇ ਹਾੜ੍ਹ ਦੀਆਂ ਧੁੱਪਾਂ ਕੌੜੇ ਸੱਪ ਦੇ ਜਹਿਰ ਵਾਂਙ ਨਸਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਵੱਗ ਚੁਕੀਆਂ ਸੀ| ਚਲ ਇੱਕ ਦੋ ਝੜੀਆਂ ਲੱਗ ਗਈਆਂ ਤੇ ਸੋਚਿਆ ਠੱਲ ਪੈਵੇਗੀ| ਪਰ ਕਾਲੀ ਬਰਸਾਤ ਨੇ ਵੀ ਕਿਸੇ ਬੇ-ਵਕ਼ਤ ਸ਼ਰੀਕ ਵਾਂਙ ਗਿਲ੍ਹਾ ਪੀਣ ਪਾ ਲਿਆ| ਤੇ ਜਦ ਰੁੱਕੀ ਤੇ ਪਿਛੇ ਦਮ ਘੁੱਟਵਾਂ ਹੁੱਮ ਜੇਹਾ ਛੱਡ ਗਈ| ਟਰਾਲੀਆਂ ਤੇ ਤੰਬੂਆਂ ਦੇ ਝੁਰਮਟ ਵਿਚ... Continue Reading →
Some of us may think that the fight is dead, while others who take their caffeine shots along with blaring news headlines think of it as serious matter no more, and yet others (with biggest delusion) already celebrate the lack of viral updates as victory of some ill conceived notion of nationalism. But as chill... Continue Reading →
ਬੰਦ ਮਹਿਲਾਂ ਦੇ ਦਰਵਾਜਿਆਂ ਪਿੱਛੋਂ ਸਿਆਸਤੀ ਜ਼ੁਬਾਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਹੁਕਮਨਾਮੇ ਆ ਗਏ| ਉਹਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਬੋਲਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਤਕਦੀਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਕਾਨੂੰਨ ਵੀ ਬਣ ਗਏ| ਜਨੂੰਨ ਉਹਨਾਂ ਦਾ ਤਾਨਾਸ਼ਾਹੀ ਗ਼ਰੂਰ ਹੋ ਗਿਆ, ਤੇ ਭੁਲੇਖਾ ਅਜਿਹਾ ਕੇ ਖੁਦ ਹੀ ਖੁਦਾ ਤੇ ਖੁਦ ਹੀ ਖੁਦਾਈ ਨੇ| ਨੋਚ ਲਈਆਂ ਰਗਾਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਦੇਸ਼ ਦੀਆਂ, ਪਰ ਲਾਜ਼ਮੀ ਹੋ ਗਿਆ ਕੇ ਦੇਸ਼-ਭਗਤ ਹੀ ਉਹ ਨੇ|... Continue Reading →
It starts with the land and how much we own it; many of us inherit, others buy - through loans or not, and yet others lease. Then comes the toil; months of long hard work, the sweat and the hopes. Prayers too. The droughts, the floods, the pests, the seed quality, the weeds, the mortgages,... Continue Reading →
Science is not the strong suite of "His Dark Materials". Neither it is an easy book for younger readers (if that is the target audience). The structuring of the plot is at times fragmented and certain plot points are highly ridiculous. Primary strong characters from first two books are left in lurch and poorly gasping... Continue Reading →
“I had to cast out a good many lines, though, before I got what I wanted, and when I landed the fish I did not for a moment suppose it was my fish. But I listened to what I was told out of a constitutional liking for useless information, and I found myself in possession... Continue Reading →
The dream of the life in throes of a death,oh for the life, and oh for the dreams of the life.This swing of the pendulum stretching for a lifetime,and lifetime passing in but swing of a pendulum. My shitty poetry aside, this classic is a vivid yet dreamy narrative at its best. Ambrose strikes a... Continue Reading →
The Willows by Algernon Blackwood is considered one of the best classic horror for a reason. And that reason is the unknown sinister creeping onto senses even as web of the words haunt you. The unfaltering wilderness of willows imposes its deep melancholy, which invokes imagination of eerie foreboding. The book does take its time... Continue Reading →
