Author: kanishkkabiraj
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To the most moving gaming experience made yet
I am told that in Papua New Guinea, the lay of the land and the unique way in which Time has unfolded has meant that on a small strip of land, there are hundreds of ways of life and ideas about what it means to be human. And most of them don’t intersect. It used […]
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The bubbles rise all around me
I lie, A shell within a shell within another. Crash! the outer shells just rent Asunder. I creep, From shadow to shadow Waiting for my moment My rib cage an echo chamber My stomach feeding on its knots. —————————– The war, It comes. The war, Inexorable. Born of our own anxiety to drown it We […]
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On LN Kabiraj (Dadu)
As a child of four, I had just begun Experiencing the joy of long walks, Which taught me to love quiet conversations, As the landscape kept changing And what seemed so far and distant Was suddenly touching distance. Through him, Sometimes I was a dark young man Training to defend my family from the Raj […]
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23rd March 2013 – the last two digits change everything
It does not matter that their names were Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev. It matters that in a place and time where human rights did not matter, ordinary people with everything to lose believed in an idea of India enough to sacrifice everything and more. With their heads held high. My grandfathers were the same. […]
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This City
Every sip, connected to the other one, The liquid connected through memory and taste A haze of tea leaves crushed and yellowed, Sugar, milk, adrak and the magic of giant copper vessels. Dust everywhere. Every scrunch under my feet, Rising and settling And mixing with the flakes of my dead Skin. Skin everywhere. Every spit […]
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Other Memories
He finally docked. Shimmering, like the old Earth myths, the ship re-appeared into the familiar dimensions of Space. Making it the only matter in a near infinite ocean of nothing-ness. In the end, the decision to dock into the hellish Nothing somewhere outside the Ur Galaxy hadn’t taken time. An effort to manage the parallel […]
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Close
This is a writing project that was thought of and executed while we were idling at work. Neelanjan Dasgupta and I are co-authours of the poem. He wrote a line, I the other. But it should leave you with just one feeling. She fills me with dread, with horror, with pain. And a certain niggling […]
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Vegetarianism is good for you
Personal choice. It’s a good phrase. Rolls nicely off the tongue. Fills you with positive energy. Makes you feel empowered. In a ‘free’, ‘civilised’ society, most things in everyday life are a personal choice. Or so they say. Vegetarianism. Yoga in the morning. Celebrating Diwali. Living far from work so that you can save some […]
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The City
It speaks a little of how much it has been on my mind that two consecutive posts are about the same thing. In a way. Is Bombay just overwhelming me? Or is it just that my love for it makes me want to talk about it, but I feel that most people don’t see what […]
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Wherever I lay my head
My first memories of Bombay were when we arrived at Victoria Terminus from Jamshedpur via the Bombay Mail. The journey had taken almost 2 days, but in those days travelling by sleeper class was one of the most fun things we could do. It signified the start of a holiday. Something new, something different from […]
Between 2 Sips 