Tuesday, November 13, 2018


kashmir, france, human rights

In Kashmir or France, a suspect

While being away from home, it is not rare to find fragments of foreign experience reminiscent of moments lived at home. These déja vu...

What we talk when we talk about Kashmir

Kashmir. What comes to your mind when you hear the word? Perhaps you recall a perfect summer retreat of many wonderful memories ago -...

Sketch of a Kashmiri

My father is a doctor and being the only residing doctor of Barzula area, which in those days was crawling with militants, he was often taken by the CRPF and militants both to check their sick comrades. He tells me of incidents when the CRPF would blindfold him, take him to a no-man’s land and order him to check the wounded and the next day militants would show up
hip hop culture

Hip Hop is not dead

Represent the Real hip-hop. Anyone who has ever devoted an ear to a few rap songs has heard this line. In the USA, there...

Noam Chomsky’s “Propaganda Model” in India

Twenty five years ago, Noam Chomsky and Edward S. Herman gave a Propaganda Model of media in the book, Manufacturing Consent: The Political Economy of...

Salman Khurshid: Rip the flag to see dissent

There is no such thing called the right way of expressing dissent. Whenever Kashmiris protest against India, in any form, they are called misguided,...

“Raped girl loses honor” – change seems bleak

On Sunday, Greater Kashmir – one of the leading English dailies of the Kashmir valley – carried a news report about the rape of...

Guantanamo Bay: The house of vile

It became the unfortunate home for the refugees from Cuba and Haiti caught in the International waters during 1970s and continued the monomania through the half...

In which countries are children happier – and why?

  By Jonathan Bradshaw, University of York Children in European countries tend to report higher levels of satisfaction with their friendships while children in African countries...

Remembering Gaw Kadal Massacre, Jan 21, 1990

It has been more than twenty years of the gateway to our road of the massacres. It was this day, twenty three years ago,