WINTER ISSUE

Caste in Bengal: Dalit Lives in Bengali Dalit Literature

Mehnaz Noor                                                                                   “Democracy hasn’t eradicated caste but rather entrenched and modernised it” The Doctor and the Saint, Arundhati Roy. Dalit writing often stays unacknowledged within Bengal’s mainstream literary output, unlike in Marathi, Tamil or even Kannada where the literary discourse is heavily informed by Dalit writings. This owes...

A beginner’s approach to the Politics of Aesthetics

Nisha Kumari It is crucial to understand that aesthetics is treated as a branch within the School of  Philosophy dealing with art and beauty. Some separate Aesthetics and Philosophy of Art, where former is the study of beauty while the latter is the study of art. However, most commonly...

The public/private body

Women’s body becomes a locus of understanding the public and the private, here the public would entail the government and the other agencies apart from the individual in concern. The private would be the women and her own agency. The public/private dichotomy is hence manifested within the bodies of...

Ableism: The Discrimination Hidden in Plain Sight

Ankita Rose Subba As I sat at the dentist’s clinic, heads down, scrolling mindlessly through the social media feed while waiting and skimming the countless images that the algorithm stirred up on my screen.  A particular picture caught my eye- a pair of old, worn out shoes that had...

Commodification Of Feminism

Frida Kahlo posters, bags with Simone de Beauvoir’s quotes or tote bags and t-shirts being sold online with “This is what a feminist looks like” or “Feminist AF”, are some examples of how feminism as an ideology, a movement has moved beyond people, communities and books to have taken...

My Thoughts on The Historical Discipline

While studying historical works, a recurring claim of historians has always been thought provoking for me. The said claim often echoes the lamentation that the subject under study has been ignored by the preceding historians, it has not received enough historical attention and that the subject remains understudied and...

Book review: Call me by your name by Andre Aciman

A story you will be hung up on! “And on the evening when we grow older still we’ll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train. And we’ll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break...

October was on the brink of November

October was on the brink of November. Just like Lakpa’s car was on the brink of an undulated height of a bump, teeming with the sort of impatience that could be heightened with only a swig of concentrated Honey Bee[1]. The car went into a swirl around each golai[2],...

When they fed momo-chowmein to my ears

Delhi. A place where words & air weigh equally heavy. I’ve been staying in this place for more than three years now – the longer I stay, the more alienated I feel.  One fine day as I was walking back home from college, a guy riding a bike screamed...

There’s more to life than just meaningless fucking

Come as the sound of my favourite song; ring in my ear and swerve down further. Make my mouth linger in a taste as raw as grated lemon zests. Then hold me and stroke my neck, like weavers hold and wreathe gently flagellating silk yarn. Come and lie here...