In this column, I would like to reflect with the readers on addressing a few causative factors that lead to communities and families remaining in bonded labour sometimes for generations and illustrate a few factors that lead to it and highlight possible directions on how we can work together to end the system of bonded … More We could together abolish human slavery
Somewhere, rather recently, in a farm-based rural district of India, the social forestry department planted ‘saplings’ on a piece of land in an afforestation effort. The department obviously sought to rework a perhaps profoundly uncertain ecological imbalance. Yet, a few days later, a group of angered marginalized SC men and women, uprooted these saplings contesting … More …And then, Justice for all!
If you are a foodie and love Indian street food, here is a simple trivia “What is poked, dipped and served, that is crunched, slurped and munched?” If you answered “Paani Puri”, you are right! ………Good going. Now, let me ask you another question – What are the various flavors in which this dish is … More Blood in your mouth
Walking on a tight-rope For what seems ages now, I have tried to be poised; To be secured; To hold myself together. Blown by the gust, I swayed and trembled; Wobbled on till I could find my balance. Once stable, Heaving a sigh of relief; Took a minute to Catch my breath. … More Tight rope walking
Scared by humanity Marked for life Is there freedom From this a pit So dark and deep Trouble on all sides None that can be trusted Where am I to find True love that’s been promised Dark nights rule my days I find no difference In living or dying But for love … More Beauty
“I can’t breathe”, anymore! there is so much my silence will speak, even when you choke me till my end, I wonder your blindness, you don’t see me beyond my colour, my blood, under my skin, smells as radiant as yours, I long to belong, accepted in my own skin! couldn’t we all … More I can’t breathe
Bright summer morning The sun at the day’s behest, Walking a silent path Without knowing rest. Might sound like a perfect poem In a romanticized light, But to see it during the lockdown You might get a torn, wearied man’s sight. With a sack on the head and one around the shoulder Here … More Poem: Plight of a migrant labourer
As a species, we have lost our sense of justice. The first time I read about kids folded, taped up and shipped in tiny containers to international locations, on a journey spanning weeks, I lost my appetite. Because how can we continue on with our lives when millions of people just like us are being … More A Hope for Justice
Domestic Violence in Meghalaya during the time of COVID Pandemic Recently, on receiving a case of domestic violence over the phone, I realized how helpless we had become in responding to such cases. We were unable to leave our homes; neither could the counselors help the women since her husband had taken away her phone. … More Fearing the Abuser indoor and the virus outdoor
When the world began, the first Elements were separated – Water. Land. Air. Still our lives these attach us to our Mother Earth. The umbilical cord cannot be severed lightly, For pulsing through it is life itself. Water. Water! The last cry from the lips of those dying of thirst. When the colonial powers taxed … More Water! Water!