Category Archive: From the Heart

My Three Years at Mahbub College

I still refer to my three years at Mahbub College as my hard knocks years. And believe me, nothing prepared me for life, as my three years here. I am glad I went back to it yesterday.

Dreaming, scheming, never growing old: remembering Abbas Kiarostami (1940 – 2016)

I didn’t grow up with Kiarostami’s films. I discovered Abbas Kiarostami long after he’d become Kiarostami, during the same time that I began devouring everything having to do with Iranian culture. I vaguely remember visiting the Film Museum off of Vali-ye Asr Avenue in Tehran with my friend one hot summer’s day, when I was around 16 years old. I had no idea who the man in the sunglasses was, only that he was of significance where Iranian cinema was concerned.

The Silent Indian National Anthem

On the occasion of India’s 61st Republic Day in 2011, this silent rendition of India’s National Anthem, interpreted through the sign language and gestures, was created by the Mudra Group.

क्योंकि अब मैं खुद में खत्म नहीं होती : A JNU student from Nagpur

But if an appeal so genuine was torn apart and turned up against Rohit, his family and everyone who stood for him; if the reasoned debates at the freedom square teach-ins from the best minds in India, the appeals and solidarity statements from scientists and the most eminent academicians in India and the world, the beating up of a student leader in a court complex, a concerted agitation launched by university students, a hunger strike in this unbearable heat of Delhi which enters its 14th day as I write could not move your conscience I wonder what will. And thus this note is not addressed to the HRD minister or the JNU VC.

तपिशे-शौक़ और ख़ुलूस का क़िस्सा

उसकी आवारगी में लय है, उसकी घुमक्कड़ी में धुन है, बाहर-भीतर उठती तरंगों की ताल है. अनुराधा रक़्स में है. इस रक़्स में उम्मीदों की रवानी है. उसके रूमान से गुज़रना अपनी हदों से परे झाँकना है. इस लिहाज़ से अनुराधा की किताब को पढ़ना मेरे लिए मेरी अपनी बंदिशों से दो-चार होने का अहसास भी है.

Nivedita, My Teacher

It would be good for the journalists, instead of targeting Nivedita Menon, if they spend their energy in researching over the issues she raised during her lectures. A few people are of view that they should be allowed to attend some of her classes. I am against it because as her student, I know she expects hard work from her students, and insists them to read original literature. Both requirements would not suit the sadist journalists who are experts in maligning others by disseminating wrong information through doctored video clips.

Students as Enemy?

The fight to save JNU is a fight to save the values enshrined in the constitution of India. If we fail today in our duty, history will remember us as “anti-nationalist”.

If anti-national means this, God save our country

What I mean to say is that we don’t need the certificate of patriotism from the RSS. We don’t need a nationalist certificate from the RSS. We belong to this country. We love this country. We fight for the 80 per cent of the poor population of this country. For us, this is nation worship.

I AM A TAX-PAYER, TOO

And finally, Mr. Pai is the Chairman of Manipal Global Education Services Pvt Ltd, a private provider of higher education services in India as well as abroad. His problem with JNU is understandable. I am a son of a coolie, who lost his father at the age of 15. Sans institutions such as MGU (Kerala) and JNU, I wouldn’t even have an MA, let alone a PhD. My anger over these ridiculous attack on the country’s premier educational institution is also understandable, isn’t it? ‪#‎IAmATaxPayerToo‬

हम लड़ेंगे साथी… उदास मौसम के ख़िलाफ़…

We shall fight, comrade, for the unhappy times
We shall fight, comrade, for the bottled-up desires
We shall gather up, comrade, the fragments of our lives

अलविदा रोहित!

हत्या दर हत्या हो रही है. गरीब मुसहर टोलों से लेकर विश्वविद्यालयों तक. वे सिर्फ तीन शब्द जानते हैं तिरस्कार, बहिष्कार और निष्कासन. वे मौत को जीवन से बेहतर बना देते हैं. क्या करें जब विश्वविद्यालय सजा के नाम पर पुराने विधान की आवृत्ति करता है. सामाजिक रूप से बहिष्कृत! मन बहुत बेचैन है. कहाँ जाऊं. मुक्तिबोध ने कहा था ‘कहाँ जाऊं दिल्ली या उज्जैन’. पर हर तो जगह नरमेध है, मद्रास है, मदुरै है, भोजपुर है, बाथे है, बथानी है, हरियाणा है, रूड़की है, दिल्ली है.