Father, Who Art in Heaven
Some man dooms himself to repetition At 9 he lost his father. Perdition, the road of infinite regress Is paved by pubescent impulse. A waste,…
I arrived at this body of work after encountering the concept of palindromes. Palindromes are recursive words that employ an inverted pattern of repetition; they read the same forwards and…
‘Touhoide’ and Meitei Women: Exploring ‘Fear’ in Select Meitei Oral Narratives
Every evening the children of the house would sit around the silver-haired woman who narrated stories of a far-off…
Performing Silence: Women in the Group Theatre Movement in Bengal Author: Trina Nileena Banerjee Publisher: Oxford University Press First edition published in 2021
A scene from Angar (Directed by Utpal…
‘When did we have breakfast?’ ‘Just half an hour ago Amma. You had three idlis with chutney and a small piece of bonda.’ She closed her eyes and ran her…
निर्मिती आणि पुनरावृत्ती यांचा फार जवळचा संबंध आहे. निर्मितीची प्रक्रिया ही नेहमीच एक विशिष्ट प्रकारची पुनरावृत्ती असते. आपण घर बांधतांना विटा रचतो. विटा रचणे ही खरंतर एक पुनरावृत्ती आहे. आपण…
परत एकदा
गौरवच्या शिव्या आणि संतापाचा आवाज कानांमध्ये दडे बसवत असतानाचअचानक काहीतरी आडवं आलंकचकन ब्रेक दाबायचा तरी पंचाईत च्यायलामागे माझ्या गाडीच्या ढुंगणाशी हुंगणारी कार घुसलीच असती आत,म्हणताना हॅझर्ड लाईटस लावत…
I am interested in studying the human condition, which reveals itself through the repetitive nature of the lived experience. I wish to develop a language of visual enquiry, which contextualises…
Reading the Repetitive Unity of Fort-Da: A Freudian Exercise
The earliest preoccupation of a child and, as it seems, his inevitable and ultimate preoccupation is to seek pleasure. Governed by…
एखाद्यावर कविता करणंम्हणजे जर असेल थेंबभर न्यायाऐवजीवाहणं फक्त पश्चातापाचीफुलं ओंजळभर,गोठवून टाकणं त्याला एकारत्नजडीत अश्रूत, नादुरुस्त आणि स्वरहीन, तसाच.संगमरवरी टाचेखाली कायमचंठेचणं त्याचं नांगीदार सौंदर्यशास्त्रतर कवितेची शपथ! ते माझं ध्येय नाहीय. एखाद्यावर कविता केलीम्हणजे घडवलारंगीत मेणाचा…
Historically, the body has been controlled and manipulated to fit several political, cultural and sometimes even banal contexts. Through my explorations, I pose a question on the conundrum of the body…
The discussion was taking place on criticism and poetry. Yet, don’t know what got into Yashrāj’s head that he shrieked and began thumping his fists on the table. He said,…