The journey from being a young adult to becoming an adult is filled with instances of knowing who our loved ones are. Some of these instances turn sour and become distanced relationships. Once we know who these loved ones are, we stick together, through the ebb and flow of life.
Who was Babasaheb Ambedkar writing to? Who were the political and scholarly contemporaries of Dr BR Ambedkar? What are his scholarly works? What are his academic works? What are his political works? Are they all the same? Let us try and historicize Babasaheb (as he was and continues to be fondly referred to), and try … Continue reading Annihilation of Caste – I
I write. This is a sentence. Now we both read it. The moment I finish writing a letter, a word and a sentence; the reader in both you and I begin to read the letter, the word and the sentence. Reading and Writing was never two different acts, was it? They are two different words, … Continue reading Writing, a Selfless Act?
Q: Do you enjoy sport? A: I am offended by the question. Q: Why so, Sir? A: Because that is almost all I do, play. And then when I am not playing, I think (about the game). And also, please address me by my name. Q: What is your favourite game, Ali? A: 1. Football … Continue reading Fan-Fandom-Fanfare-Fanatic
Amused by the thought of a woman, Muslim by birth, visit a Catholic church during the weekends for spiritual solitude. No one is waiting for the 'maulanas' to 'let' women enter masjids. Does spirituality need an institution or a preacher?
The dilemma of the photographer of whether to take the photograph or miss a raka't. But then there would be no photograph, post namaz.
This is my most favourite photograph. To 'write with light', and to have written down a moment such as this is priceless. I remember getting ready for the picture and being really excited. For some reason, this used to be my favourite pair of tees and trousers. I remember Mummy, my grandma, watch Umma, Uppa … Continue reading Photograph