deepanjana
deepanjana
author & journalist
 
 

Hello hello!

this the online home of author and journalist
Deepanjana Pal

 
 
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Blog
VS Naipaul: August 17, 1932 - August 12, 2018
VS Naipaul: August 17, 1932 - August 12, 2018

Usually, RIP trips off the tongue when someone passes away, but I don’t want Sir Vidia to rest in peace.

Verbal Privilege
Verbal Privilege

“Poet, sister: words —
whether we like it or not —
stand in a time of their own.”

Here Lies The City of Dreams
Here Lies The City of Dreams

It’s 2.19am, it’s pounding with rain and the spirit of Mumbai is AWOL.

Freedom and Lust
Freedom and Lust

I really wanted to like Netflix’s Lust Stories. But no.

The Light Chronicles
The Light Chronicles

Reasons to keep your eyes open and your cameraphone handy.

The Abstract World of Ram Kumar, 1924-2018
The Abstract World of Ram Kumar, 1924-2018

What can you do with a couple of geometric shapes and a few lines? That's all Ram Kumar needed to turn the world abstract and upside down.

The Incomplete Works
The Incomplete Works

I wrote a novel.

Baaghi 2: Heroism ≠ Human Rights
Baaghi 2: Heroism ≠ Human Rights

Baaghi 2 thinks human shields are good things. I can't even 

Bullet points: Black Panther
Bullet points: Black Panther

The ladies of Black Panther are killing it.  

An Army of Saraswatis
An Army of Saraswatis

It's hard out there for a goddess of wisdom.

 

snapshots

The city never stops surprising you.
Move towards the storm.
Excellent Korean food, and entirely too expensive (esp since it is very literally a hole in the wall). But hey, we had fun, made friends with strangers over soju and the belly is fully happy.
Adding colour to the greyest days, always.
Ajrakh sari on #nationalhandloomday (thank you @suhani84)
More reflections.
 

short stories

"The satiny material of her burkha shone where it caught the sunlight. It stretched, dipped, billowed and moulded against her body because of the wind. The magnifying glass inched down her form, past the arc of her covered head, along the fluid lines of wind-puffed material. Hadpude didn’t blink. He just looked. His eyes travelled from head to toe, from photo to photo."

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