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This week’s she’r is the following: shar'a-o-aaiin par madaar sahii aise qaatil kaa kyaa kare koii Even on the basis of religious law and secular law What can anyone do with such a killer? An earlier she’r in this series on the subject of faith and faithfulness (Ghalib Says –...

By Anjum Altaf Is there a need to search for truth? Most people would say ‘Yes’ but with different perspectives in mind. There is one perspective that the truth about any proposition is already available, pre-packaged in words of wisdom, written down somewhere, or known to some...

In our collaborative blogoshpere project with Mehr-e-Niimroz on Ghalib, we have selected the following she’r this week: baske dushvaar hai har kaam ka aasaaN hona aadmii ko bhii muyassar nahiiN insaaN hona 1a) it's difficult to such an extent for every task to be easy 1b) although it's...

Chapter 16 “Us and Them (And after all, we’re only ordinary men.)”    It started out as an ordinary day. Cars were plying their routes and pedestrians were rushing to their destinations. By now Samir had dispatched all the pages of the Sahityashastra. On the outside, everything...

Chapter 15 The Politics of the End or The End of Politics   The two weeks in Naperville at Kulkarni’s house had flown by in a blur of activity. The beginning of December had ushered in the first snowfall. Samir saw snow for the first time in his...

Chapter 13            Geometric Progression   Aditya Gandhi motioned to Harold to sit across from him on the blue sofa. Harold, surprised, didn’t move. He tried to speak, but words did not form on his lips. “Please have a seat. Forgive this unpleasantness.” “Aditya!” Harold said, summoning his voice. He...

Chapter 12            Veil of the Vidhi   Half of Bombay was getting ready for Seth’s party. Samir glanced at Asha in her black dress and felt a surge of desire. At eight p.m. it was time to leave. The cruise ship itself, the Vidhi, was anchored at sea,...

Chapter 11            The Real and the Rational   On Monday morning, Asha awoke late and with no classes to teach, so she lingered in bed. She had received the Sahityashastra and spent the weekend poring over it. Her growing admiration for it matched Harold’s. On this cold,...

Chapter 10            The Sharp and the Fuzzy   Samir Khanna leaned back in his chair and whistled a short melancholy tune. On this late Saturday night he was working on an article for the Indian Times. The Arts Editor for the daily, Samir was writing a report...