LazyEye, Telegraph Calcutta

Kaagaz ke Phool, Kaagaz ke Kaante

Beware you are nobody
If your body has no papers
You are nothing but a body
And you shall pay for the drapers.

There is a historic, metaphoric dread and coldness attached to that question when it pops up: “Papers, please?” I would recommend a reading. A reading of the past remains critical to understanding the present and the negotiation of the future. What would you do today if you did not know what you were yesterday? What would you tell tomorrow where you’ve come from? “Papers, please.” How do you think you may react to that question? Actually, that is not put to you as a question. That is put to you as a demand. A dare. “Papers, please.” Consequences follow. Continue reading “Kaagaz ke Phool, Kaagaz ke Kaante”

LazyEye, Telegraph Calcutta

Did I not say things’ll happen?

Things have happened. I always knew, I always said they would. Happen, I mean. I mean what I say. Sometimes I also mean what I do not say. People know. People know the meaning of my silences. When I do not disapprove, I approve. I do that with silence. Silence speaks. Silence kills. Predators best prey when they are able to employ silence. Silence is a weapon few understand the worth of; ask about in the jungle.