Pune has several amazing slam poets as well as page poets who are changing the poetry scene and it’s safe to say that Pune is one of the leading cities in our country for poetry. Several venues as well as independent publications across the city are focused on hosting and promoting poetry.
To break it down, the world mostly consists of two types of people- the readers, and the writers. Both of them are intertwined with each other, both exist for and because of each other. A book becomes a dialogue between these two; often, a very silent one.
A quick chat, a special discount code and some laughs over bad grammar.
The easiest guide to fool anyone into thinking that you’re a REAL Punekar…
One week in Morocco and I had already started to miss my friends back home. Wait, did I say back home? Is Pune home now?
Namaskar! By putting a Chuck Berry quote, I’m slyly trying to segregate my own audience into two categories- 1) The ones who found my use of this quote pretentious. 2) The ones who found it pretentious and yet, are willing to give me another chance.
With the Pune International Literary Festival (PILF) just around the corner, we had a chat with its founder and one of our favourite authors, Manjiri Prabhu. She talks about her passion for PILF, what Punekars can look forward to this season, books and more…
I screeched my bike to a halt with all the force I could. A young man, barely 18, whizzed across my face on his KTM Duke – that motorbike that looks like a jellyfish wearing a cape. This, while he was supposed to be across the road waiting for the signal to turn green. Later […]
So picking up from where we stopped last week — Balgandharva and its vicinity. Back then, you could catch a magnificent sunset over the Mutha, which flows behind Balgandharva. This lissome snake hurries along to meet her (someone in their grand scheme of things decided that Mula and Mutha were to be ascribed the feminine gender) twin Mula. Watching Omkareshwar (Shiva temple) as its resident crows settle in noisily and bats make way for them can be a moment of awakening, not only in a metaphysical sense of the word, but surrealistically speaking as well.