In Vidia's India: A Million Mutinies Now there is little landscape and hardly any weather. There is no smell, no heat or dust, no sweating men, no lisping
Himal calls from Kathmandu. They want a piece on English writing in Bangladesh. Deadline is not so long away. Is it possible? I suppose so. Dhaka e-mails are all
Pre-Partition Pakistan had a tradition of writing in English, but only in recent years have Pakistani English fiction, poetry, and some drama started to come into their own. The
The IDLE lover
'The loneliness inside me,
the duality of my person'
– Kishwar Naheed
Over a dark and quiet empire
alone I fly-and emvy you,
two-headed eagle who at least
have always yourself to talk to.
– Andrei Voznsensky
Whatever the concerns of
Abandoned Temple
A brambly thicket of blackberry canes
squats, a votary, before it.
Another autumn slowly ticks away.
Veils of mist smile on nervously
at this victim of unmoving grass.
"If we'd had a division of Gurkhas in Albania when the war began, it wouldn't have taken us almost three months to get to Pristina.
New Delhi and Islamabad seem to covet only territory. They do not seem to care much about their own civilians who have become refugees of this undeclared war. Himal'
Beyond failure of military intelligence, Kargil represents New Delhi's intellectual bankruptcy. A Ladakhi scholar in New Delhi provides a different perspective.
The Pakistani intrusion in Kargil has a
