• Thursday, November 27, 2014

Literature

Published Date: November 22, 2014
When the pen is mightier than the sword

When the pen is mightier than the sword

EDITOR’S NOTE Starting on the third day of Hay Festival Dhaka 2014, we are positively buzzing with the effervescent exchange of views and all that is beautiful about The word, a Word, OUR word! It seems only befitting thus that we shine a spotlight on the 'champion of the word' John Ralston Saul, President of...

Published Date: November 22, 2014
One Love

One Love

Last night I dreamt oh what marvelous error.. that today I would live, so today my spirit is in a place of giving and receiving, receiving and giving in order for a universe to return to its origin.. So this day I pray not for salvation but for patience and love and forgiveness in order to heal. Cause the...

Published Date: November 22, 2014
Noor Dhaka, 1987

Noor Dhaka, 1987

No, Amma, I am not being reckless. There will be thousands of us on the streets today. We need to act. How long can things go on this way? It's not just for the politicians, the professors. It's up to me, too. All we are asking is fresh, fair elections and a neutral, caretaker government. Military rule was not meant to last. It isn't enough that your brothers fought for this country sixteen years ago; we have to do it again today. Don't say that, Amma. It does matter. We live in fear everyday. Everyday you wonder whether Abba will reach home. Everyday you wake up scared of arrests. It shouldn't be that way,...

Published Date: November 22, 2014
Ghazal: of Ghazals

Ghazal: of Ghazals

Ah sweetheart, you have sent me a book of ghazals. You have sent me a bough and a brook of ghazals. I have even become tears to live in your eyes.  Let me live in their look of ghazals. Shahid is dead, great poets dying, but the death of love hangs on the hook of ghazals. May the rarest...

Published Date: November 22, 2014
My Daughter Has Learnt To Walk

My Daughter Has Learnt To Walk

Disengaging herself from my finger My daughter today has taken her first step. She has learnt to walk! She indeed has learnt to walk on paths that show mile stones road signs and street names. Read? Indeed, she has Learnt symbols and ciphers. Lights -  red and yellow and green … Their colours and tints She has learnt the secrets of all that...

Published Date: November 22, 2014
Some Love

Some Love

Some love can be traced back to teenage bedroom walls, the blu-tacked posters pointing to a hairstyle you will always find attractive, no matter how anachronistic. Some love is like an English summer picnic, If the conditions are right there's nothing quite like it But if it rains (very probable) then be ready for disaster. Some love has lots...

Published Date: November 22, 2014
The Final Hour

The Final Hour

So here we are, as promised. It hasn't been that long. No one around. No birds, No trees. How many years has it been? Perhaps you have died earlier, long before I am granted this. But you only owe me; whereas I am grateful, which brings us to this sudden draught. Something always escapes. The walls coddling our silences like eggs. Outside it every...

Published Date: November 22, 2014
Just Because

Just Because

Because I know you are going to ask where the flowers are, I have picked roses red and sweet, left them by the wayside for the birds to eat. Because I know you are going to ask where the sweets are, I have made you halwa with these hands, stirred and then spilt what was yours. Because I know you are...