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Death and destruction  A cause for celebration  Finally, they strike back This is pride, they say To be part of a nation baying for blood  The cheers grow louder  Plastered across our screens Finally, they strike back Show your solidarity, they say   Else you support the enemy  Compassion is caste aside  Chest sizes expand  Finally, they strike back  A…

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Much of India’ele media coverage for the last few weeks has been centred on the activity in Delhi’s Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU), starting with the arrest of Student Union President, Kanhaiya Kumar on 12 February. Kumar’s arrest was made under the pretext of anti-national sloganeering that erupted during the public demonstration held on the anniversary of Afzal Guru’s execution. Afzal…

Saanya Gulati -Auroville, Matrimandir

Visiting Auroville reminds me of being in the United Nations headquarters building – a territory that doesn’t belong to any country. This echoes the township’s core philosophy, based on the Mother’s vision: “There should be somewhere on earth a place which no nation could claim as its own, where all human beings of goodwill who have a sincere aspiration could live freely as citizens…

Saanya Gulati, World Photography Day - Kala Ghoda

While I've always had a way with words, photography is an activity that I took to more recently. Of course, Instagram has turned every social media user into a self-proclaimed photographer, and since I've been using this platform for a while, I decided to curate some of my favourite filtered frames in honour of World Photography Day. Much like my blog, my Instagram handle is…

Saanya Gulati - Pondicherry, French Consulate Building 2

“Have you heard of silicon valley?” Kabir* asks, turning his head back so that I can hear him over the din of roaring engine and howling wind. “Yes, of course! Why do you ask?” I shout, in an attempt to hear the sound of my own voice. “I think Pondicherry could be India’s Silicon Valley!” he categorically states. Images of…

I returned to India a year ago after completing my higher studies in the United States. This was a conscious decision I made, and not the consequence of a terrible job market or any sort of parental pressure. Rather than finding my freedom restricted, or the opportunities limited, I found no bounds and no boundaries to the places that I wanted to…

The quintessential image of Varanasi is a peaceful one, by the banks of the river Ganga, still and silent, against the backdrop of temples. Exit the Banaras Railway Station, and the image could not be more contrary. Trudging from the station to the hotel was a blur of incessant traffic horns, indignant autowallas, and frantic calls to our hotel amidst the streets…

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