Of Masks and Smoking Screens

-By Mrinalini Shinde

 I’m only laughing on the outside

My smile is just skin deep

 If you could see inside I’m really crying

You might join me for a weep. 

-The Joker (Batman, 1989)

This piece is in reaction to the horrific incident that played out this weekend at a cinema in Aurora, Denver, where a gunman’s shooting rampage at a cinema hall at  the midnight premiere of The Dark Knight Rises,  left twelve dead  and over fifty injured. Among them a six year old girl, a US Navy seal, an aspiring sports journalist, two men who died shielding their girlfriends. The arrested gunman is a medical undergrad with a state scholarship in neuroscience. He also proclaims himself to be akin to the Joker, the villain from the Batman series. Continue reading


Its a Sham Alright

By-Srikantt Mantravadi.

While Camus, the existential master, might have wrestled throughout his life to defeat nihilism, to find some affirming quality about life; there is something really appealing and persuasive about it. It crushes hope, shreds it, till the infinitesimal shards dissolve into the pristine, virgin black nothingness. It awes and overawes. It provokes the parched intellect, exaggerates human folly, faith and ambition, exposes the darkness of man and man’s heart, the selfishness, the desire, the cheapness, the crassness, the culpability, the dishonesty, the subterfuge, the foolishness. The parody of a man imitating man imitating man. Continue reading

Not Bad For A Thirty Year Old

By- Preetish Sahoo.

As Union Jacks waved frantically in unison at the Centre Court and chants of “Murray, Murray, Murray” filled the air around SW19 in a desperate last bid to somehow, miraculously, inspire Andy Murray, down 6-4, 5-7, 3-6, 4-5, 30-40, to overcome an insurmountable lead, one could clearly tell that the majority-British, elite throng that had the privilege of watching the Wimbledon 2012 final had realized by this point that what Murray was facing was not a mere tennis player, but a superior being, a force of nature. For, it takes a force of nature, a Federer, to execute the kind of wickedly sliced backhand drop volley as Federer did with such imperial panache and magisterial ease in the final game of the second set. Continue reading