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ਰਸਤੇ ਸ਼ੁਰੂ ਹੁੰਦੇ ਨੇ ਹਰ ਦਰ ਤੇ ਹਰ ਪੈਰ ਤੋਂ, ਦਰਵਾਜ਼ੇ ਖੁਲੇ ਰਹਿੰਦੇ ਨੇ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੂਰ ਗਏ ਦੀ ਉਡੀਕ ਤੋਂ, ਹਰ ਮੰਜ਼ਿਲ ਤੇਰੀ ਹਾਣੀਆ, ਹਰ ਸਫਰ ਤੇਰਾ ਹਾਣੀਆ, ਇਕ ਬਲਦੀ ਜਿਹੀ ਮਸ਼ਾਲ ਹੈ, ਫ਼ਕੀਰ ਤੂੰ ਮੇਰੀ ਇਬਾਦਤ ਦਾ, ਨਾ ਡਰ... Continue Reading →

Man Behind Zafarnama

Whats crude and most convenient way to approach an ideology is to of course have an absolute faith in its pioneers. So much so, that its rather common medium to bestow them with sainthood or even God's title. I won't... Continue Reading →

Shadows of the Past

An emotional and psychological wave of thought that rides mass mentality often has this amazing tendency to raise the dead from graves as undying legends. Perhaps unbound human imagination is not saturated enough with actual facts sometimes, or simply is disabled to accept the reality that might have been.

Latest on Ajantha and Ellora

On an anonymous news front, we are bringing to you the latest study and events related to India's historical artistic wonders- Ajantha and Ellora. Shockingly, we have revealed a profound impact these ancient hubs might be having on our identity. The excerpts,... Continue Reading →

The Eagle Flew

The eagle soared high. It just does it one day as it was always supposed to do. Spreading its wings, not with the high majesty, but spreading them nonetheless. It was not graceful, no. The grace was ripped away a... Continue Reading →

To Sangla Valley, With Love

A journey that takes you through high mountains, pristine river waters and occasional sleepy villages. A journey far from maddening crowd into solitude and peace of innocent raw beauty. Preserved in quietude of mighty Himalayas, lies Sangla valley, where this... Continue Reading →

Independence Day

Every time I try to speak a positive thought about this nation, it seems that I had to deal with a favorite pastime of our people- debunking it. Be it corruption, crime or poverty, the normal phrases "kuch nahi ho... Continue Reading →

Being a Rebel

Being from a generation of pro-modern Indians, times and again we may have thought ourselves free from traditional impositions of our society. As if there is a street dividing us, creating an illusion of independent existence. But oh, so wrong that we... Continue Reading →

Faith Was Cremated in Varanasi

Glutted are these congested and confusing mass of streets with chants of divinity. If life ever seethed with overpowering reverence, it was here in the crowded bazaars, deluge with humanity's presence on bank of Ganges. Colors of chaos writhe through all... Continue Reading →

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