The Theatre of Death Penalty
The Theatre of Capital Punishment Sovereignty, Calculus, and the Performance of Death Authored by Suhani Baheti Abstract Capital punishment in India endures not because it is rational, but because it is theatrical. This article argues that the death penalty functions...
Cakes We Had…
Children’s birthday cakes are among the earliest public objects through which identity is expressed without fear almost like the Great Bath of Mohenjo-daro my history teacher taught us about in 7th grade, which sounded profoundly ritualistic until you realised it was,...
Marwari’s In Kashmir
from the deserts of Rajasthan to no-shit-sherlock snow in kashmir but of course, my father insisted that the “experience” must be done in a car, because why simply reach a destination when you can develop trauma on the way? the journey normally takes two days.but...
Rashomon, A Japanese Ravana.
“Law, Justice, and Human Perspective: An Explanation through Complexity” The thematic depth, dramatic complexity, and mundane details of Rashomon will entwine a very well-depicted view of law, justice, and human perspective on the truth. This Japanese classic tells...
college is for geniuses, guess who’s not?
my goal before coming to college was being this taciturn person, who doesn’t speak in class but is this one genius, who has read all these, like literally all these books from the library, every single one of them. but i got lucky, phew, now all i do is figure out my...
Indian Teeth — Tooth or Dare?
The Great Indian Cavity Crisis Indian teeth vs. foreign teeth , one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of our time. A weird analogy? Maybe. But hear me out. My uncles and aunts in the USA have the kind of teeth that could blind you under direct sunlight like they have...
Music is Political !
Why Every Playlist is Political Life is about bad contracts. And music? The loudest one. Think about national anthems. They’re basically compulsory ringtones for nationalism. Jana Gana Mana, The Star-Spangled Banner, God Save the King you don’t just sing them, you...
i still like blue lays
there, i said it. and honestly, i can’t remember the last time a blue lays packet wasn’t somewhere in my room, sometimes crumpled, sometimes intact, sometimes functioning as a meal replacement and sometimes as emotional scaffolding. i’ve eaten it at ten, at seventeen,...