Five Questions to Poet Dinesh Gupta ‘Din’

Posted by on Dec 24, 2015 in General Reading, Interviews, Poetry | 0 comments

Dinesh Gupta ‘Din’ is a software engineer by profession and a poet by Passion. His poetry, articles, book reviews, and interviews have been featured in several online and print magazines and leading national newspapers including Dainik Jagran, Dainik Dakshin Mumbai, After Break, Delhi Aur Delhi, Purnviram, Delhi Replika, Mathrubhumi, Janpath Samachar, Janmbhumi, Forever News, APN News. His poetry has been published in three poetry collections: 1) Kadam Dhundti Raahen, 2) Shabdon Ki Chahalkadmi, and 3) Bikhri Aus Ki bunden. He is also performing Poet and participated in several Poetry events. Dinesh started writing by interest early, but now a days Poetry is passion for him. When People ask Combination of Engineer and Hindi Poet is rare, how it’s happen with you, he just says: “Engineering is my profession by Poetry is my passion. Poetry floods in by Body in form of blood. You can read few of his creations here: Literature Studio (LS): When did you first start writing poetry? What was your first inspiration? Dinesh Gupta (DG): What can I say but this… भीतर की गहराई और बाहर की तन्हाई ने शायर बना दिया On a serious note, I started writing when I was in 8th standard. I took inspiration from life back then, but, with time, it got lost somewhere. Later, when I was studying engineering I heard about Dr Kumar Vishvas and since then I have been following him. I am highly inspired by him and he is the one whose Poetry and Poetic Journey helps me bring the Poet inside me to the surface again. This was actually rebirth of my poetry. Since then I have been writing continuously and I got tremendous response on social media from my readers. शब्द नए चुनकर गीत वही हर बार लिखूं मैं उन दो आँखों में अपना सारा संसार लिखूं मैं विरह की वेदना लिखूं या मिलन की झंकार लिखूं मैं कैसे चंद लफ़्ज़ों में सारा प्यार लिखूं  मैं ! These days engineering is my profession but poetry is my passion. LS: What are the themes you delve in? DG: I write in free format without any limitation of Ras or Flavor of Poetry. To be able to write, I hardly ever need to think too much or depend on a pen and paper. Whenever anything around or inside me affects me deeply it results in an instantaneous flow of poetry. Mostly I write on romance, patriotism, and on social issues. If there’s anything that touches my heart and If I am able to find the right words to express it, it will flow out in form of poetry. I write all forms of poetry, such as Shayari, Kavita, Geet, and Ghazal. जब भी तेरी याद का एक लम्हा मेरी आँखों में उतर आता है मेरे दिल का सारा दर्द शब्दों में उतर आता है  !  LS: How easy or difficult is life as a poet? What makes you stick to poetry? DG: Life as a poet is very satisfying provided it is just your hobby and trust me it is a great feeling to know that you have the ability to express yourself in words that can move others. However, as soon as it becomes your profession it becomes tough until you get big success at commercial level. And that is very rare. Although now it is getting very tough for me to balance all the Ps (Personal life, Profession, and Poetry), I...

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Three poems by Subhashis Bhaduri || Translated by Amrita Bera

Posted by on Oct 4, 2015 in General Reading, Poetry | 0 comments

Before the deluge Unrelenting rains are like relentless heartaches. Just like our drizzly love and affections. In dimly lit tea shops, in the camouflage of evening, noon arrives. Rarely can Kolkata be seen like this. Under the belly of the flyover, two extremely busy men, like the crows are brushing water off their shirts. Wiping off the scene with their handkerchiefs, they want to make their vision more clear. At the traffic signal, songs of nature can be heard. Stray dogs and beggars are sitting nuzzled against the pavement. Some are swearing, someone else is absolutely quiet. Utterly still, just like a damp cloud.   প্লাবনের আগে একটানা মনখারাপের মতো একটা টানা বৃষ্টি। আমাদের ভালবাসাবাসিগুলো। যেমন ঝিরঝিরে, ঠিক তেমনটি।নিভু-নিভু চায়ের দোকান, সন্ধ্যের ছদ্মবেশে এসে হাজির দুপুর। এমন কলকাতা কচ্চিৎ-কদাচিৎ পাওয়া যায়। ফ্লাইওভারের তলপেটে কাকের ঢঙে দুটো ব্যস্ত মানুষ, শার্টের জল ঝাড়ছে। রুমালে দৃশ্য মুছে একটু স্পষ্ট করতে চাইছে চোখ। ট্রাফিক সিগনালে বাজছে প্রকৃতি পর্যায়ের গান।   কুকুর আর ভিকিরিগুলো ফুটপাতে আরো ছাঁজা ঘেঁসে বসেছে। কেউ-কেউ খিস্তি করছে, কেউ আবার একদম চুপ। এক্কেবারে ভেজা মেঘের মতো, থম মেরে আছে।   *****   The Developing Third World Somewhere on a clumsy road The lone man remains awake   After the last bus leaves, Slowly shutting the rickety bamboo door He loosens up his soul-less body   Before that He had just said chuckling – ‘You know brother, This tea stall at this crossing Is there since before time.’   হাইওয়ে প্রগতি লোকটা একা জেগে থাকে কোথায় আনাড়ি কোন পথে   শেষ বাস চলে গেলে, শরীর এলায়, ধীরে ফেলে দরমার ঝাঁপ   তার আগে শুধু, ক্লান্ত হেসে বলেছিল- কি জানেন দাদা সেই স্বদেশি অমল থেকে আছে, অনেক পুরানো এই তেমাথার চায়ের দোকান   *****   On A Quiet Day Through the fringe of the day birds are coming Flying back in the evening Colors are falling over the water of the rivers   In the great tranquil A few men are walking back As if there is no haste this year   Everything is calm There is no infiltration anywhere around   The day of voting is still very far.   শান্ত একটি দিন দিনের পরিধি থেকে পাখি উড়ে আসছে বিকেলে নদীজলে ঝরে পড়ছে রং   দু একজন হেঁটে ফিরছে খুব শান্ত যেন কোনও তাড়া নেই এ বছর   সব ঠাণ্ডা দোলাচল নেই   আবার ভোটের দিন অনেকটা দূর ***** About the Poet: Born on 17th of May, 1970 in Kolkata, a post- graduate from Jadavpur University, Subhashis Bhaduri had been keenly interested in literature and arts from his childhood and no later he started leaving mark of his own, in the arena of Bengali literature by contributing in all genres of writing, which appeared in the various leading Bengali dailies, literary magazines, and little magazines etc. By his late twenties, he became a noted writer in the contemporary Bengali literature, especially poetry, for his unmatched style of expressing the journey of the inner self – the soul and the sacred eternal life with all its wisdom and amazements, in a sublime manner, yet in a low-key voice. His poems, conveyed through the socio-political perspectives, in their abstractness have fine poetic nuances, whereas some of his poems carry metaphors from Indian mythology and are metaphysical in nature, with lofty abstractness as their inherent components. Till date the poet has 7 poetry collections...

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Tuitions – Short Fiction by Nivedita N

Posted by on Oct 2, 2015 in General Reading, Short Fiction | 1 comment

Pinky wiped the sweat off her forehead with the sleeve of her blue t-shirt and looked at her elder brother, Sunny. He had been batting with her cricket bat since the last eight overs of the 30-over match in their apartment’s garage that doubled as their cricket pitch.  She listened as others complained to the captain of the team, their neighbour, Naresh, ‘When will we get a chance to bat, Anna? Every day Sunny Anna only bats first and keeps batting till end. I will go to Godha Nilayam from tomorrow!’ ‘You will play with our enemy team?’ Naresh, looked at them, his eyebrows furrowed. ‘No, Anna, we did not mean that. But every time, he only bats first.’ ‘Arey, we must win, no? And, inter-building matches are also approaching for Independence Day. Ok..Ok..Tomorrow you bat first, ok?’ ‘SIX!’ one of their team members shouted, removing his t-shirt and hurling it in the air. ‘Pinky, go and get the ball,’ the bowler scorned at Pinky. ‘Why me, always?’ ‘That’s the rule. The last batsman in opposite team should go. Plus, you are so small you can easily squeeze between the plants and the bushes and brought.’ ‘It’s bring. State Syllabus fellow! And I am a batsgirl. Ok I am going,’ she mocked and walked swiftly to the neighbour’s house. It was Saturday noon and the neighbours would all be sleeping. She ran towards the plants where the ball would usually be lying. There it was! The red ball among the green plants. She picked the ball and was walking out of the gate when she heard her mother call her name aloud from their balcony. Throwing the ball at the bowler, she ran towards the staircase that led to their flat. ‘I will come soon. Anna, get my bat, don’t forget.’ She ran up the flight of stairs and knocked at her door. Her mother opened it quickly. She walked in and saw her father, still in his formals, holding her mathematics paper. ‘So you hid it from us? Mummy met your Maths teacher and she told that the paper was sent long ago. We searched your school bag and found it.’ Her father held his head in his hand and sank into the brown sofa. ‘Why did you do this?’ he asked, looking at her with disbelief. Pinky hung her head. She did not know how to react. ‘I am asking you!’ her father shouted. ‘Answer me.’ ‘I forgot I got the paper,’ she said, her voice barely a whisper. ‘Lies. Lies. Lies. Who teaches you all this?’ her father hurled the mathematics paper on the floor, and continued ‘Stop playing with those rowdy friends. Why don’t you play badminton instead with Shilpa? She is such a good girl and she will teach you some manners also. Those boys are bad. Only because of your brother I allowed you to play with them, but from today everything is cut. No TV. No playing. Did you see the paper? You got 55 out of 100. And your brother? He got 90. I am not one of those fathers who will compare but this is so less, Pinky.’ Her father said, looking at her. Her mother, seated at the dining table peeling potatoes, nodded in agreement. ‘Sorr..y,’ she mumbled, tears...

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Delhi Launch of Kiriti Sengupta’s “My Glass of Wine” – About Ashmi Ahluwalia, the Moderator

Posted by on Sep 26, 2015 in General Reading, News | 0 comments

Delhi Launch of Kiriti Sengupta’s My Glass of Wine was very different from a traditional book launch. Unlike a book launch, it had several sections that opened the stage up for writers who had won the My Glass of Wine creative writing contest and to poets who had been specially invited to read their poetry at the event. When Kiriti-da shared his plans of the book launch with Vibha, she felt that the event will need mindful moderation and the first name that came to her mind was Ashmi Ahluwalia, the poetry editor or Literature Studio. And she was convinced that Ashmi could do justice to the job. And Ashmi did all that and much more. Ashmi Ahluwalia, our moderator for the launch, not only managed to weave the event and all its sections together seamlessly, she, being a poet herself, also lifted it to another level. Her apt observations and spontaneous literary interjections were received rather well and we have heard nothing but praises for her. Here is a bit about Ashmi: Ashmi Ahluwalia is the Poetry Editor at Literature Studio’s Readers’ Corner. She is a poet and enjoys indulging in the world of rhyme when not doing business development in her day job. After completing her graduate education in English Literature at St. Stephen’s College, she did her Masters’ degree in Media and Communications from the London School of Economics and Political Science (LSE). Passionate about her cocker spaniel, dessert, writing and soft rock; she has edited a compilation of Indian-English poetry called Writing Love (Published by Rupa, August 2010). Here are some Ashmi moments from the event: Thank you Ashmi for your expert moderation. It made a whole lot of difference to the event....

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Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih’s “Time’s Barter” || Review by Ananya S Guha

Posted by on Sep 24, 2015 in Book Reviews, General Reading | 0 comments

The haikus in Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih’s collection Time’s Barter are elegant, delectable, witty, and humorous. They are imbued with colour, imagery of the natural world, the world of change, and a frenetic  rush for what is ‘new’. The verse is splashed with nature, rains, the wind, and burgeoning fruits. The technical virtuosity and the craft is apparent, but the overriding consideration is content. They are contemporary in tone and intent, marked also with wry and sardonic humour. Talking about the region’s backwardness the poet quotes a road sign which reads: “Slow men at work” Such irony is present, but what is also noted in these haikus is the metamorphosis of change. What is change? What impact does technology have on present times? What happens to the innate beauty of nature, the cascading waterfalls of Sohra, for example? The pivotal points are the poet’s home towns Sohra and Shillong. The poems turn around these two places to ask searing questions about life, its mechanization and whether the city of Shillong is actually a town, desperadoes may call it a city, all because of this frenetic search for new found expressions, and changing with the times! Technically, these haikus adhere to the traditional mould — 5-7-5 syllabic utterances — but their poetry lies in their suggestibility as the last section amply demonstrates. They have an apparent directness, simplicity but the last section is a take off into a new spinning world. It is as if after the flotsam and jetsam of life, characters take a new shape and meaning. They become more shadowy and less flesh and blood: “man telling a tale- a loud tune, friend turns away, left hand holding his ear.” The ambiguity and paradox of these haikus are poignantly underlined: “juicy-looking plums, watery taste- shouldn’t have plucked on a rainy day”. Or, “wind- whipping the rain- on the soggy earth, blood-red, the plums.” Though technically perfect, the haikus are concerned more with content than form. The themes have a wide range: love, relationship, a changing consciousness, and nostalgia. The poet remembers suddenly  his home town in the midst of a busy life in the metropolis. Nostalgia has to do with the hills, pines, and the rivulets. The dialectics of change and modernity imbue these haikus with a mood of sad resignation. In fact, moods dominate them, the poet is variously sad, angry, and happy. In his beautiful  introduction, the late Nigel Jenkins, Welsh poet and scholar puts the haiku in the main tradition of Japanese Haiku verse and examines Nongkynrih’s verse in this literary context.  He avers that haiku in India is still incipient, and Nongkynrih’s verse is a new found voice and seminal in this respect. One cannot but agree with him, with the rider that Nongynrih has once again penned delightful verse with all universal concerns of a life that is, with implications of dynamism and  change. This is a must read book and a watershed in Indian poetry in English. Title: Time’s Barter Publisher: Harper Collins, India Price: Rs 325/- Pages:140 Ananya S Guha has been born and brought up in Shillong, North East India. He has seven collections of poetry and his poems have been published worldwide. They have also been featured in several anthologies. He is also a columnist, critic and editor. He now is...

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Delhi Launch of Kiriti Sengupta’s “My Glass of Wine” – Some words about our Sponsors

Posted by on Sep 23, 2015 in News | 0 comments

Organizing an event is a difficult task. From managing the expenses to getting the right kind of exposure and interest, the organizer’s performance is gauged on everything. And finding a sponsor is a part of organizing an event, and those who organize events will probably agree that it isn’t the easiest aspect of the entire task. Sponsorship isn’t always about money. It is about support and the right exposure. You need to identify sponsors who will be interested in the event, whose line of business doesn’t stand in direct contrast with what you are planning to do. And then it is the question of getting them interested. We were very fortunate to have the support of two fantastic sponsors for the Delhi Launch of Kiriti Sengupta’s My Glass of Wine. Our photography partner Travelling Camera ensured that we didn’t have to worry at all about photography. We will let the quality of the coverage speak for the talent of VJ Sharma, founder of Travelling Camera. Travelling Camera, also known as Photo Journey in the blogging community, is one of the most popular photography blogs in India. Founded in 2008, the blog has so far got 3,155,721 visits and has been associated with brands like Conde Nast Traveller, Hindustan Times, The Times of India, Daily Post, Delhi Tourism, Rail Bandhu, and Terrascape. Travelling Camera specializes in landscape, product, and event photography. VJ Sharma is also an Adobe Certified Expert of Adobe Lightroom. Tathya, run by highly enthusiastic and creative Isha Nagar, is a young brand that designs and creates innovative t-shirts, notebooks, mugs, and wall art. They were kind enough to sponsor gifts (a mug, a notebook, a t-shirt, and a wall art) for two of our contestants. You have to take one look at their exclusive collection to see why we decided to approach them. Their designs are quirky, youthful, and fun, and also irresistible, so open their website at your own risk. Besides everything that is on display on their website, they can also be commissioned to create an exclusive design for you. Isha Nagar is a graduate of NIFT and loves doodling in her spare time. Without Travelling Camera and Tathya, our event wouldn’t have been the same.  We would like to thank VJ Sharma and Isha Nagar for their support....

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Kosi, me, and the Kairos || Story by Ninad Parikh

Posted by on Sep 22, 2015 in General Reading, Inspiration and Opinions, Short Fiction | 5 comments

The stage was set, characters were defined and audience awaited. I was the audience. Show was to commence. The curtains of twilight were raised to give way to the uncanny fraternization of subtle darkness and silken moonlight. Homecoming of the birds was suggestive of the fact that it was time to return to the place where I belonged. The place, the state of life where ecstasy thrives. The place where one loses oneself and in the process reclaims the divinity of the moment… Everything in the vicinity appeared interwoven. The water conversing with the stones underneath, the wind whispering in the ears of the sky-scraping trees, the mountains shaking hands with the horizon, the misting of moonlight on the earth and the aura of that moment. I was contemplating the phenomenal swiftness with which the birds were dramatizing their acrobatics in the animated sky. The freedom they luxuriate bequeaths them with the ardor to speed up, the ebullience to live on and to fly away to the resplendent glory. A bird parked itself on a hulking stone. He gaped candidly into my eyes. I was surprised not at the fearlessness but at the calmness he flaunted. He seemed to be sure of enduring till I uttered something. But I felt as if I had been talking to him for eternity. There was no obligation to be prim and ask him about his identity on this earth and sky… I eventually asked him, “How does it feel to harmonize with this timeless aura of creativity?” He looked at me with unaltered tranquility as if he had expected such a question from me. He panned his sight towards the horizon and after a few prolonged moments, replied, “Mate, One always belongs to his own creation.” I was astonished not because of the unfathomable answer but at the ease with which he addressed me as “Mate”. “One always belongs to his own creation,” I said to myself and kept saying it for a while. “What do you mean? Is it you who has fashioned this aura?” I asked. “Partially.” “So you are suggesting that you have been instrumental in creating a quantum of this aura….” “Absolutely. Even you are a part of the same.” That didn’t exactly give me the sense of belonging I was craving for, but it did raise a flutter of hope within my mind that I am still there. I asked him, “Can you elaborate on your and specifically my role in this unimaginable creation?” “Well, there is no single entity that has scripted this aura and painted this panoramic picture. We all make it happen. We all are doing what we are best at and incidentally everything converges in a distinguished moment. A moment that lives for a life time. A moment that paints you in happiness and fills you with a perpetual sense of belonging. I am an avian. I live because I fly. And when I fly I fly with such pride and zest that this world falls in love with my flight. That’s the partial aura I am referring to.” “But how do I become a part of this…what have I accomplished?” I asked. “Some minutes back you would have felt that the mountains are shaking hands with the horizon…the winds are whispering something in the ears of those tall...

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The Connector – By Bibhas Roy Chowdhury

Posted by on Sep 21, 2015 in General Reading, Poetry | 0 comments

It does not make any sense that you hurt your throat and bleed your mouth to say — love you… You can express your love without even uttering a word. You can We have been tortured, yet we can’t even say love you… I continue to look at you without blinking my eyes! When I said ‘we’ I meant the roadside flowers, the village river, the unknown birds as well. We never shout to portray our love. We have remained quiet the whole life, side by side. We never hated, but this morning we told the metropolis to return from one end of this connector (Translated by Kiriti Sengupta from its original Bengali poem by Bibhas Roy Chowdhury) Bibhas Roy Chowdhury was born in the year 1968, in the terminal town Bongaon of West Bengal. His poems bear the characteristic features of the language of love, turmoil of the life of a poet, Partition of Bengal, and resplendent light of the lost lives. Although he has received many awards, he prefers to keep private. Kiriti Sengupta is a bilingual poet and translator in both Bengali and English. He is the author of three bestselling titles, My Glass Of Wine, a novelette based on autobiographic poetry, The Reverse Tree, a nonfictional memoir, and Healing Waters Floating Lamps [Poetry]. Kiriti’s other works include: My Dazzling Bards [literary critique], The Reciting Pens [interviews of three published Bengali poets along with translations of a few of their poems], The Unheard I [literary nonfiction], Desirous Water [poems by Sumita Nandy, contributed as the translator], and Poem Continuous – Reincarnated Expressions [poems by Bibhas Roy Chowdhury, contributed as the translator]. Reviews of his works can be read on The Fox Chase Review and Reading Series, Muse India, Red Fez Magazine, Word Riot, and in The Hindu Literary Review, among other places. Sengupta has also co-edited three anthologies: Scaling Heights, Jora Sanko – The Joined Bridge, and Epitaphs....

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Delhi Launch of Kiriti Sengupta’s book “My Glass of Wine”

Posted by on Sep 20, 2015 in General Reading, News | 2 comments

This was an event we were really looking forward to. Poet Kiriti Sengupta was travelling to Delhi for the launch of the expanded second edition of his book My Glass of Wine. The first edition of My Glass of Wine was declared a bestseller within a month from its release in February, 2014. The book has been widely reviewed and appreciated in literary journals both in India and in the United States. It has been inducted into the Ryerss Museum & Library (Philadelphia, USA). Hawakaal Publishers, Kolkata, have published an expanded second edition that has been a bestselling title in the United States ever since its release on Amazon on August 18. Kiriti Sengupta is a bilingual poet and translator in both Bengali and English. He is the author of three bestselling titles, My Glass Of Wine, a novelette based on autobiographic poetry, The Reverse Tree, a nonfictional memoir, and Healing Waters Floating Lamps [Poetry]. Kiriti’s other works include: My Dazzling Bards [literary critique], The Reciting Pens [interviews of three published Bengali poets along with translations of a few of their poems], The Unheard I [literary nonfiction], Desirous Water [poems by SumitaNandy, contributed as the translator], and Poem Continuous – Reincarnated Expressions [poems by Bibhas Roy Chowdhury, contributed as the translator]. Sengupta has also co-edited three anthologies: Scaling Heights, Jora Sanko – The Joined Bridge, and Epitaphs. Hawakaal (pronounced as Hawa Kol) Publisher has been founded by Bitan Chakraborty more than seven years back. They made their foray into the English language publications through Rhapsodies and Musings, a book of literary criticism, authored by Ketaki Datta and Tania Chakravertty. Other books by the publisher include the expanded second edition of My Glass of Wine by Kiriti Sengupta and Poem Continuous by Bibhas Roy Chowdhury (to be launched on September 28). We had organized the launch of his book at Oxford Bookstore, Connaught Place, New Delhi. Along with launching the book, we had also decided to open the stage up for aspiring writers and young poets who are already making a mark on the world of Indian poetry. It was a two-hour-long event and here is a brief round up of it. The book was launched by eminent poet, scholar, and writer Dr Sukrita Paul Kumar, Prof. Chandra Shekhar Dubey, Kiriti Sengupta, and Vibha Malhotra. In her talk about My Glass of Wine, Sukrita ji spoke about hybridization in culture and language. She also applauded Kiriti Sengupta for his use of alaap in his book. Professor Dubey spoke about the inherent spirituality in My Glass of Wine and also about the title of the book. Sukrita Paul Kumar was born and brought up in Kenya and at present she lives in Delhi, writing poetry, researching and teaching literature. An Honorary Fellow of International Writing Programme, University of Iowa (USA) and a former Fellow of the Indian Institute of Advanced Study, Shimla, she was also an invited poet in residence at Hong Kong Baptist University. She has published five collections of poems in English including Rowing Together, Without Margins and Folds of Silence. Sukrita’s major critical works include Narrating Partition, Conversations on Modernism, The New Story and Man, Woman and Androgyny. Some of her co-edited books are Ismat, Her Life, Her Times,Interpreting Homes in South Asian Literature and Women’s Studies in India: Contours of Change. As Director of a UNESCO project on “The Culture of Peace”, she edited Mapping Memories, a volume of Urdu short stories from India and Pakistan. She has two books of translations, Stories of Joginder Paul and the novel Sleepwalkers....

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Results of My Glass of Wine Creative Writing Contest

Posted by on Sep 12, 2015 in General Reading, News | 12 comments

First of all, we (Kiriti Sengupta, Literature Studio, Hawakaal Publishers, and Tathya) would like to thank you all for your overwhelming response to the “My Glass of Wine” Creative Writing Contest. Entries kept pouring in till the very last minute and by the end of the day on September 10, 2015, we had 23 valid entries to choose from. And we are talking about Hybrid literature here, so we know how tough it was for everyone to come up with something that would showcase their mastery over two or more forms of creative expressions. However, at the end of the day we had to choose 5. Trust us we tried hard, but we couldn’t arrive at the final 5, so we decided to do a final 6. Here are the winners (and a bit about their entries) in alphabetical order: Aashutosh Mukherjee studies in eighth grade in Delhi, and he loves to write and paint. His short memoir Dida’s Schooling, takes a peek into a world he had only heard of, one that does not seem probable today, especially in a city like Delhi. Arvind Passey began his professional life marching up and down the drill square of the Indian Military Academy as a gentleman cadet and ended his job-era playing hide-&-seek with media teams as the Head of Corporate Communications. He is an eminent blogger and a columnist. His essay I’m Part Human explores seamless hybridization palpable all around us. Esha Chakraborty is an avid reader and a writer. She has two full time jobs. One of course is her 9-5 job and the other and more exciting is being a mom to her 2-year old. Her story The Stone Hearted Husband explores assumptions, preconceived notions, and individual expressions of love. Radhika Maira Tabrez is a hustling mother by day and a writer by night. When she isn’t dancing to the tunes of her three-year-old son, or experimenting in the kitchen for her husband, she loves to read, watch movies, and engage in DIY home décor projects. Her story Tiny Drops of Grace explores lives of invisible men and women who go about their businesses, alienated by poverty, neglect, and disdain. Raghav Arora is a wanderer and believes that he’ll find the truth in his own written words gradually. He’s a big fan of astronomy, physics, metaphysics, and mythology. In his story That Precise Moment! he dives into the complexities of human relationships and mind. Tanmoy Bhattacharjee is a postgraduate scholar in English Literature. His story Chase: In Search of Reality explores the struggles of a side-lined poet and the choices he makes that decide his fate. All winning entries will be published by Hawakaal Publishers in a path-breaking anthology of hybrid literature titled Sankarak – The Literary Fusion. The anthology will be edited by Kiriti Sengupta and Vibha Malhotra, founder of Literature Studio. These writers are invited to read/present their works during the launch of Kiriti Sengupta’s My Glass of Wine on September 18, 2015 at Oxford Bookstore, Connaught Place, New Delhi. The winning writers stand a chance to grab one of the following prizes; Book deal with Hawakaal Publishers Creative writing course worth Rs. 10,000/- with Literature Studio Gift hamper from Tathya Surprise prize from Kiriti Sengupta...

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