Modi Ji, please clear the air: ‘Modi’s relatives forcibly occupy house belonging to Dinkar’s relatives’ Patna: a report is doing the rounds in the media and virtual networks alleging Deputy Chief minister Sushil Kumar Modi of favouring his relatives who have reportedly occupied a house in Patna belonging to the heirs of poet Ramdhari Singh Dinkar. Responding to the allegations made by Hindi poet Ramdhari Singh Dinkar’s relatives against his nephew Mahesh Modi, Sushil Modi is supposed to have said that ‘I have many relatives. But I do not intervene in their personal affairs. I... 

Genetics and poetry pair up to produce some great offspring:  ESRC Genomics Forum Poetry Competition! editor’s note: we are publishing this post for those readers of ours who are from a science background and miss out on poetry, and those who are from a humanities background and tend to miss out on the latest from science. Winners of the ESRC Genomics Forum Poetry Competition were announced during a reception held on Saturday 29 January 2011 at the Scottish Poetry Library. Visitors were able to chat with the winners and judges before enjoying readings of selected winning and shortlisted... 

The Ugly Conscience By Subhash Rabindra Jha It’s been a long time sixty-three years to be precise, and a long wait. The country’s free, they say not for me. Still longing for freedom, I am hoping against hope to partake of “my” dignity, respect, long overdue starving off all these, still, after all these years. I’ve been through all in whatever little “life” I’ve had, if I could use the word. Having managed to escape the ugly clutches of some beasts the other day, I ran myself into another set that saw a prey in me and raped me incessantly with... 

…where ashes meet ashes by Subhash Rabindindra Jha If you can’t give me wings to fly across oceans, in search of myself… in search of the one who completes the incompleteness in me, the one who resonates with me on a thought still in the divine womb yet to take birth… If you can’t give me another chance in this lifetime considering the ‘next’ would be too eternal a wait… If you can’t bring it back to me unadulterated…sacred…safe from a place peopled by familiar faces unfamiliar souls… Then, O my Lord! take me back to you… to the abode of humongous serenity …one... 

Reminiscences of a Fuehrer… I evoked dread in them all, No…..actually I used to! ’twas long ago even memory betrays me. One day, I was their pride; a symbol of strength, power, and might to some, whereas to some, I epitomized beauty and even identity. An inseparable part of their lives, I was. Punctuated a canvas sometimes, I’ve often enjoyed my part in many folklore too; mascot to innumerable events across the globe, they’ve all been slaves to my charismatic woo. And then, there’ve been times when creatures much weaker to me have challenged... 

Reminiscences of a Fuehrer… I evoked dread in them all, No…..actually I used to! ’twas long ago even memory betrays me. One day, I was their pride; a symbol of strength, power, and might to some, whereas to some, I epitomized beauty and even identity. An inseparable part of their lives, I was. Punctuated a canvas sometimes, I’ve often enjoyed my part in many folklore too; mascot to innumerable events across the globe, they’ve all been slaves to my charismatic woo. And then, there’ve been times when creatures much weaker to me have challenged... 

Reminiscences of a Fuehrer… I evoked dread in them all, No…..actually I used to! ’twas long ago even memory betrays me. One day, I was their pride; a symbol of strength, power, and might to some, whereas to some, I epitomized beauty and even identity. An inseparable part of their lives, I was. Punctuated a canvas sometimes, I’ve often enjoyed my part in many folklore too; mascot to innumerable events across the globe, they’ve all been slaves to my charismatic woo. And then, there’ve been times when creatures much weaker to me have challenged...