All posts tagged "Literature"
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459LiteratureShort Story: Pangs of separation, and SOPs
The thunder shakes the earth—as if the firmament bawled like a half-widow. Mushtaq Ahmad from Srinagar’s Hazratbal sat firmly on the couch...
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564Culture
Lost in Translation: The tragedy of Kashmir’s Cultural Academy
Amid the growing Leftist impact and a massive plebiscite campaign during Bakshi era, the Cultural Academy found roots in the valley. As...
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928Literature
Short Story: Kill the Fiscal
With new pledges and old harangues, unionists have restarted election campaigning for the upcoming polls in the valley. Relying heavily on undisguised...
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722In Depth
Dusted after ‘Mass Awakening’: Downfall of Progressive Writers’ Movement in Kashmir
Boston Tea Party or Renaissance might be regular classroom lectures in Kashmir, but its own native movements hardly find any mention in...
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954Interview
Of memories, linguistics and literature: The House on the River
Shoeb Hamid is an unconventional scribe-storyteller from Srinagar—who doesn’t seem to carry the typical author’s air. His mannerism makes him street-smart with...
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1.7KReflections
When Akhtar Mohiuddin’s Fiction became Reality: “I saw a Kashmiri kid crying for ‘Minty’ Gun”
Decades after the legendary Kashmiri writer Akhtar Mohiuddin mapped the K-situation through his staggering short story—Aatankwadi, similar events unfolded in Kashmir, making...
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1.5KIn Depth
The last Kashmiri guide of VS Naipaul: ‘The writer was brutally honest, generous’
When English singer-songwriters Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithfull were spotted holidaying in Kashmir in the early sixties, Hotel Leeward in Dal Lake...
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1.2KNarrative
A poetic rendezvous: In conversation with the Bard of Old City
As long as there has been war, there’ve been poets and writers, translating the debris and loss of the battlefield into a...
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1.4KPoetry
Poem: The Dungeon Republic
Beloved belligerence And this prevailing forlorn Strident are our streets: “Anybody? Anyone?” City is grief… Its viziers have fled. A few...
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1.2KPoetry
Poem: A hounded heaven
Dawn to dusk, They scram, In the hounded heaven, In effect, a hell incarnate. One gone, Another comes, The number ticks… Since...
