Report from Mangobaag

Pink bazaar, a line of colonnaded shops. Long back the king had gifted a mansion, where the bazaar is situated now, to his concubine, who was young enough to be his granddaughter. On full moon day the king would come to the king-sized cot in its courtyard, which had pink sheets spread over it and pink pillows lying on it, with pink bowls of fruits and camphor lit in pink-coloured pots lying near it. The wait under the canopy of … Continue reading

Personal Narrative: Rear Window

RRR usually doesn’t pry open the can of controversies however big the reward is. It seldom pokes its nose in politics, economics, or commerce as there are a zillion other sites devoted to them. You feel too stuffed up with serious facts? Come down to this shack. Here is a place to unwind. Here you will get ‘cool’ drinks after a long walk under a scorching sun. But at times even RRR feels the heat under it. Especially when it … Continue reading

The Anatomy of a Story – Part 1

The writer rediscovers his passion for words by falling back on his story on Monsoon which appeared in RRR months back. There is a moment, believes Manu, when the writer becomes the writing. Language lovers and aspiring writers can follow him closely through the slushy ground in his pilgrimage to woo back his lost muse. Manu Remakant is writing his way out of sluggishness, today. He will take a shot of his own medicine and storm back home. He hopes … Continue reading

The Anatomy of a Story – Part 2

Continued from Part I How does the monsoon begin? It tears into houses in the dead quiet of the night without asking…all you hear is an unending clap of windows, calendars thrashing about and aluminium vessels crashing down on the kitchen floor. I wanted to give a physical sense of the monsoon barging into houses without asking, without locking her eyes with ours, making a lot of hullabaloo. The acoustics is intentionally evoked with the noises of calendars thrashing, aluminium … Continue reading