The poems of Sanjukta Dasgupta express purpose rather than passion. They depict the whimpers of femininity used, abused and ‘then turned out by the ear’ just like a kitten; of womanhood yelling out in agony that it is not a…
– Of late, there has been a ceaseless flow of concepts – mainly western and that too popularised by the Bretton Woods institutions – into the vocabulary of Social Science most of which having an enveloping presence, particularly in theories…
Review of the contributions of a Major Thinker. This issue of Samyukta highlights the contribution of Swami Vivekananda. Swami Vivekananda ( Narendra Nath Datta, 1863- 1902), the leading spokesman for modern Hinduism in the late 19th century is known globally…
It may be that a second wave of the sexual revolution might at last accomplish its aim of freeing half the race from its immemorial subordination – and in the process bring us all a great deal closer to…
Forum for Discussion From this issue of Samyukta, we begin a new column to discuss contemporary issues. J. DEVIKA Ecofeminism points to a politics based on a necessary connection “Women” and “Nature”1. In that sense it remains one of those…
Abstract: Women constitute half the world. Women have been prevented for a long time from being a part of the mainstream society. At a point in time, they did not even exist or figured in the design of “Mankind”.…
At 13 History lies heavily As mama warns you Of boys in school And a mirror tells tales of acne And uncle next door suddenly Puts his hand…(you know where) And you know it’s bad, but you feel good On…
Wishes to robe In new finery And adorn In rough blueness Walk astride To the shady tree Board an omnibus Crawling to town There to walk Some aimless stops Lifting your face To the smoky fumes Find a companion Lounging…
Honored Guests on the Dais, My dear Listeners, I do not quite understand why I have been invited to inaugurate a lecture on the postmodern body. Those who know me not, should know that though my name is preceded…
When I said that. I loved you I answered myself. Tissue departs from fractured bone I know not how to love To set you free When deep longing seeps Through Choline transmission. I stammered my way through another’s love song…
She woke up as usual, hearing the alarm but did not feel like getting up. Her whole body smarted as if slashed by a blade. Her head felt as though it were weighed down by a boulder. This uneasiness…
I have passed through the gates of hell and emerged with a prize beyond compare. Tenderness is all. It is not that some people learn the hard way. For everyone, to learn is hard. Now I know about the birds…
