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February 18, 2010

Two Poems

By June Nandy

Woman Made
always the same shop of decency
from where my books and dresses are bought.
my nationality is decided by the
identity i hold between my legs.
i have no Pandora’s Box
in whose depth, i can store my fantasies.
it comes swimming to me, his battle ground;
bringing me currencies, carnal, banal.
other times, my timidity decides
how not to find [...]

January 19, 2010

Two Poems

By Janice Pariat

Bertha & I
Tonight I feel like Bertha Mason
with a fire and sadness in my soul.
I pace my room – this attic of madness –
it keeps me sane. I think it keeps me
whole, somehow. There’s no breeze
through the window, just an empty
vastness of night and shadow and
half-lights. And the knock on my door,
well, it [...]

November 19, 2009

Thoughts on Eve Ensler’s “I am an Emotional Creature”

THE AUDIENCE WAS FLUSH WITH estrogen, but had a heartening dose of the Y chromosome. I wondered if the cocktail reception that preceded the event was a marketing ploy or a genuine attempt to fortify our spirits for what was to come. I found out soon enough.
The world premiere of Eve Ensler’s ‘I Am An [...]

October 16, 2009

Two poems by Tammy Ho Lai-Ming

To Get Myself Some Water
~Translated from Ellen Lai’s ‘Grassland’, written in Chinese

Our love toils about one period.
On the bloody and lusty grassland
You transform me into your self-pitied crippled rabbit.
When you finally discard everything you have
That is inside your permanently bulging equipment,
You turn your back
And ride towards the flat horizon
On a white horse
Whose tail is momentarily [...]

October 05, 2009

It’s A Bad Ad World

LATELY, WHILE CHANNEL SURFING, I came across two advertisements, prominently aired in prime time slots that went something like this:
Ad 1: A little girl whines about how her hair isn’t as long as her mother’s was in her childhood. The mother apologetically mentions that she has to work while Nani (her own mother) was “at [...]

September 17, 2009

If You’re in Delhi…

…YOU MAY WANT TO take a look at this invite:

Anyone want to get me that yummy t-shirt in red? 

September 14, 2009

Two Poems by Aditi Machado

Iris and the sun
Iris thought of the sun as a stain
on the sky; it spread so keenly
when it set, perhaps the lake
was blotting paper.
Why she paid to sit in a boat,
no one knows. The oars scratched
at the surface — relentless nibs –,
disturbed the hulking dusk-yellow
ever so minutely, and nothing
was written that night.
*
Ragini to ex-lover
I am [...]

August 28, 2009

They must’ve known my grandparents

By Divya Rajan

I drive by narrow lanes called eda
in colloquial malayalam, the walls hoarded with large
posters of Mohanlal and some teenager heroine
(who won the National Award for Best Actress,
I’m told, for carrying on precariously well
as a mother of an eighteen year old, when
she herself had but known eighteen mango- textured
summers) with wisps of curls over [...]

July 21, 2009

Hair

By Priyanka Joseph

That girl at twenty-

her black hair ripples
through the comb
in the pride of spring –
such beauty!
(sono ko hatachi kushini nagaruru kurokami no
ogori no haru no utsukushiki kana)
- Yosano Akiko, Midaregami: The Poetry of Yosano Akiko, 1952.
2005. THE L’OREAL SALON in Chennai. I was at the eye of a storm, all because Susan (one of [...]

June 23, 2009

Letter from Ramabai to her Husband

By Nitoo Das

Beloved,
I’m tired
and this drying body
remembers the crane-
white of your nails tonight.
The widows come in
limp droves everyday
and my ears scorch
with their words.
Today, Shanta told me
“They gave me powders
to choke my daughter.”
Her hands kept
fluttering to her head
as if to touch
dream hair.
Sometimes
at night
I see my brother’s
ghost and we
still roam and
moan with bloated
bellies and tongues painted purple [...]