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End: It has to be horrific
Pulling up the sheet over those closed eyes as I do
Wishing this be the last time time puts me to sleep
Petrified I had been that death may one night loom large
Stupefied I could have waited to dupe the angels of death.
Let me die a gruesome death
Wish me a macabre end of life
Pray for my cadaverous embodiment
Allow love to pulverise me into a speck.
• Collection:
Anger in Ashes
• Originally written on
April 12, 2003; 10:50 am
[ First published: November 22, 2008
Last updated: November 22, 2008
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Delhi rains: All talk of weather, no talk of climate
For the past one week, it has been the same story every day. It has been raining, pouring, making the city of Delhi a bigger mess than it was the previous day. The newspapers are full of photographs the following morning telling us the hell others have been going through too. Immediate problems beget immediate reactions. The civic bodies are to blame for the mess, we are told. And the blame game goes on.
Now, now, tell us something new, will you? While it is a fait accompli that the metropolitan disorder one has to wade through is only a clinical manifestation of the ineptitude of the Delhi government and its lethargic and corrupt civic agencies, it is a recorded fact that this has been the wettest August that the capital city has seen in 15 years.
I feel betrayed by the Indian government, says Muivah on Manipur visit
For a man on a mission of reaching out to his people, the National Socialist Council of Nagalim (NSCN) general secretary has been a busy man. The backdrop of talks with the Indian government makes Thuingaleng Muivah busier still. But he doesn’t keep you waiting. He doesn’t keep you waiting because he is not the kind.
The glint in his eyes is unmistakable, as he comes forward to greet me. As he exchanges pleasantries, it is evident he doesn’t forget things. He recollects my interactions with him long before the NSCN signed the ongoing ceasefire with the Indian government in 1997.
You don’t expect such a man to forget his homeland, much though he may have been away for years at a length. And he couldn’t forget his own home either. So the home front is what we start talking about.