Amit Sengupta

Post date: Thursday, January 3, 2013 - 14:09

All the young ones in the locality seemed to have withdrawn, there were no bonfires, not one cracker was burst, no dancing and partying, not one sound of a loud ‘Happy New Year’
Amit Sengupta Delhi 

Post date: Monday, December 10, 2012 - 12:56

The Tao of travel means that all night you can chase the moving flicker of lights on the zigzag pathways of distant, dark, dense mountain nights, and your eyes and mind are still aching for more.

Post date: Monday, November 5, 2012 - 17:54

It’s twenty-eight years after, so why are the Delhi University authorities so morally afraid of some telling pictures of the 1984 massacre of Sikhs? Why did they deny permission to the students to stand with the pictures inside the campus, and hold a floating exhibition travelling around the country on the idea of injustice as public memory? What compels this act of Chinese-style censorship?

Post date: Wednesday, October 3, 2012 - 13:33

Tuesday, September 23, 2008. I distinctly remember the intense fear which cut through the by-lanes of Batla House near the Jamia Millia Islamia University like a sharp knife cuttin

Post date: Monday, September 3, 2012 - 16:25

If it was all based on Newton’s third law of motion, so who masterminded the public spectacle of organised barbarism in Gujarat on February 28, 2002? 
Amit Sengupta Delhi 

Post date: Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 17:04

You might call me a pessimist, but I am not running away from the ritual of bitter realism which we drink like bad faith every day. You might pump yourself with film stars selling their miscellaneous products on television — ‘I love my India’ — and you might suddenly fly on the all that gas balloon of superpower, nuclear power India; but, honestly, you must be joking.

Post date: Monday, June 4, 2012 - 13:27

In the Revolution of Nihilism, Herman Raushning makes chilling revelations about the rise of fascism with Hitler at the helm. With a bloated megalomaniac fascist like Narendra Modi muscle-flexing his way into the faction-ridden BJP’s incomplete dream sequence, here is an extract from the book which might appear relevant in the current morally corrupt and politically/ethically disintegrating social fabric of contemporary India.

Post date: Tuesday, May 1, 2012 - 20:47

“We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.” 

Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space: The Classic Look at How We Experience Intimate Places. 

Post date: Friday, March 30, 2012 - 14:59

The forest wind builds appetite, enlightens your light eyes, sensitizes your numbed senses, sharpens your ears, your sound and hearing systems deadened by the constant buzz of traf

Post date: Monday, March 5, 2012 - 16:23

They never ask their own mirrors, how can you love and respect your own daughter, wife, sister and mother when you have raped and murdered someone else's mother, sister, wife, daughter? How can you face your own god and religion, when you have violated all that stands for godliness and purity in your religion?
Amit Sengupta Delhi 

Post date: Tuesday, January 31, 2012 - 18:11

The kind of public interest marketing, shady sponsorships, five star aesthetics and blabbermouth dysentery of the mouth being showcased with such pride and pomp
Amit Sengupta Delhi  

Post date: Wednesday, November 2, 2011 - 12:11

...That which is for me through the medium of money – that for which I can pay (i.e., which money can buy) – that am I myself, the possessor of the money. The extent of the power of money is the extent of my power. Money's properties are my – the possessor's – properties and essential powers. Thus, what I am and am capable of is by no means determined by my individuality. I am ugly, but I can buy for myself the most beautiful of women. Therefore, I am not ugly, for the effect of ugliness – its deterrent power – is nullified by money.