When I have a daughter

  • Itisha Giri
  • Monday, February 23, 2015
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  When I have a daughter, I will pinch her every day so her skin turns to rhino hide – so she feels no pain when cornered by a stranger’s hand at play.   When I have a daughter, I will lash her with my tongue – so she is ready for it when someone [...]

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Focal length

  • Ben Ayers
  • Thursday, February 19, 2015
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Picture yourself eating dāl bhāt in a Nepali restaurant in Amsterdam. The sun plays lightly along the cobblestones, the tourists go about their strange European lives, fiddling with cameras, furtively glancing at the racks of lewd postcards and daydreaming in the fog of legal dope. The walls are peppered with sun-worn Everest panoramas and the [...]

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Aditya Aryal aka Sadhu-X, by Kashish Das Shrestha
Image: Aditya Aryal aka Sadhu-X, by Kashish Das Shrestha

Doing it right

  • Kashish Das Shrestha
  • Monday, February 9, 2015
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Dear young artists (students of Fine Arts, recent graduates, emerging talents) of Nepal, I found out earlier today that on Saturday, The Kathmandu Post published an odd article about Aditya Aryal aka Sadhu-X, one of our most promising artists. It was very disappointing for many reasons, which I will address below. But first I want to urge [...]

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Jaipur Litfest Day 5: Socrates to the CA

I took a quick, cold shower on Sunday morning, the last day of the Jaipur Literature Festival. The previous night, I had transferred from a comfortable hotel, walking distance from the festival venue Diggi Palace, to a cheaper location. The temperature inside the new hotel room was not artificially controlled. So I dried myself fast [...]

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An area of light: Naipaul in Jaipur

“India had not worked its magic on me. It remained the land of my childhood, an area of darkness; like the Himalayan passes, it was closing up again, as fast as I withdrew from it, into a land of myth; it seemed to exist in just the timelessness which I had imagined as a child, [...]

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