• Sunday, March 01, 2015

Literature

Published Date: February 28, 2015
Bishad Sindhu (Book II Chapter 4)

Bishad Sindhu (Book II Chapter 4)

Who was this champion whose bodiless head lay sprawling on the sand; whose body had been pierced by hundreds of holes because of the very sharp arrows that had penetrated it, but the hero whose back showed not even one wound, whose chest showed that he had taken all assaults frontally, who could this brave champion be? His protective garment, waistband, spear, skin, steed, battle dress, equipment—all signified his heroic status, and yet he was so young—how well-built was this youth! Alas! Alas! Could you be Abdul Wahab? O my hero! What has happened to your head? Are you that very Abdul Wahab? The very same man who had...

Published Date: February 28, 2015
Q&A with Farah Ghuznavi:

QTN: I feel like as I progress with writing a story, I lose the pace and the interest. As a result, the conclusion of my story/article seems rash and out of place. Do you have any suggestions on how I can control this? ANS: The process of writing is profoundly individual, and sometimes even the way in which the same writer writes two of his or her own stories can vary considerably. So there is really no right or wrong...

Published Date: February 28, 2015
THE COMMON PEOPLE

THE COMMON PEOPLE

Once upon a time there was a green, fertile land ruled by a Queen who loved nothing more than dressing herself up and collecting gold. Though the common people were poor and the Queen was a bit greedy, still they were happy. All was going well until one day a learned group of people visited the Queen in her court. They told the Queen that they would introduce a new rule which would turn their land into a rich one.  In this new system the land would be run for the people, by the people and of the people. The common people were astonished. They had never heard of such...

Published Date: February 28, 2015
EDITOR’S NOTE

“We are better than animals because we have kinsmen. An animal rubs its itching flank against a tree, a man asks his kinsman to scratch him.” ― Chinua Achebe. Or, so the story is supposed to go. But if ever there has been a time when we realise that kinsmen can do more than scratch, it is today…as it has been for the last 50 some days. They can wound and behead – like we read in the extract of Mir...