Baba

This is not about Manoj Tiwari, or Pawan Singh, or Ravi Kishan Shukla. Nirahua Yadav (Dinesh Lal Yadav) has been doing the same work. Currently, a video by Bhojpuri’s most stylish artist and singer, Khesari Lal Yadav, and Khushbu Tiwari, has been watched by 8.1 million people in three weeks. It is a Holi song, but it is, in fact, a porn song. And this is a relatively decent video. The…

Hello everyone, this is Dayalshankar Giri! After working tirelessly for nearly a year and a half without a break—not even a work-from-home day—I finally gave in to some much-needed persuasion from my colleagues and booked a trip to Georgia. Here’s how it all unfolded.  My journey began with a flight from Sharjah to Tbilisi on November 23, 2024. Upon landing safely in Tbilisi, I headed toward…

The words left behind… The craving to say it all… On the beachside benchThey saw a coupleWith silky white hairAnd shiny bright eyes Talking and laughingand kissing and huggingThey were lost inTheir world of joy Always one listenedThe other one heardWithout a wordWithout a break They went near the coupleStood in front of themAsked these wordsAnd got these words “We are in our 20sFail to talk…

As Kids, this may probably be the first code of conduct we may have received. “Tell the truth”, or “never lie”. It was actually ‘The rule’. “सत्‍यं वद!” It always echoed in our conscience. The Upanishads, the Puranas, the epics and a handful of later stories, every one of these sang the anthology of Values like truth and Righteousness. Reared in a traditional Hindu family in India, bedtime…

अम्भोजिनीवनविहारविलासमेवहंसस्य हन्ति नितरां कुपितो विधाता |न त्‍वस्य दुग्धजलभेदविधौ प्रसिद्धांवैदग्ध्यकीर्तिमपहर्तुमसौ समर्द्ध: The above said is a Muktaka which means a pearl/gem, obviously, here the term stands for a literary piece which is shorter in length/size, with an essence profound in itself. For many a lot of such works, the author is Anonymous. To the extent I know, the one I…

When I tell you, “I am waiting for you” Understand it as the waiting,The Wanderer does at nightfor the polestar to rise. Know it as the waitingOf the uncomfortable soulFor that soothing touch. Take it as the longingOf the solitary lifeFor its long-lost happiness. Realize it as the cravingOf a thirsty heartTo remember the warmth of its mate Recognize it as the wish of my eyesTo imprint you in…

There is a colour associatedwith every day of the weekWith every month of the year.With every emotion we bearWith every word we air. Is it only with me! Or is it the same with you too!? Sunday Is warm, like a Golden rug,Threaded with black, mellow and dark. Monday is white, maybe like milk,White as a cloud or white as the froth.With not much to feel, it goes so much pale. Tuesday has the…