The Ghost

What is a ghost, but a memory trying to escape the boundaries of its time, a memory that has by a mere accident become one with its surroundings. A delicate repeat of events in its minutest detail that arise, appear and in its rising gathers itself into the same and familiar.

Time on the other hand is certainly a mystery, and still, it is only memory that holds time and oblivion within the very same region, and it does so by letting each shine forth in its own light. [...]

The forgetting of Gandhi’s Challenge to the project of Modernity

The forgetting of Gandhi’s Challenge to the project of Modernity Incomplete essay written in 2001 which exist only as fragments and quotes, notes all scattered on the page so please bear with me as I hope to complete it someday, also, this time I will use Vinay Bhals article to re[frame] and repost and in [...]

Prithvi (a poetic film)

On October, 2007 Sadho Poetry Film Fest premiered my 8min film “Prithvi” (The Earth). Though it was mildly appreciated, I was asked on several occasion (quite bluntly to my embarrassment) what the film was about.
I had a short answer, “It is about earth, dwelling, passage of time and memories clustering to become being only to vanish and slip into unfathomable silence of the other, the other death” [...]

The Chudail of Banglapur

Clang, clang, fuch the knife tore through Mark Lee’s right bicep staining his white silk sleeves red.
Even from a distance I could see the 2 inch long cut gaping like parted lips vomiting blood.
We rushed him to the hospital where he was declared dead.
His last words were Chi, Chi.
People kept telling me that it was not the knife but Chi that killed him. No one ever dies of a cut on his arms. True. But then what killed him! I have wracked my brain over the matter but his death remains shrouded in mystery.
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