Burning bright in Bardiya
Burning bright in Bardiya Devendra Gautam A foggy mind is nothing like the foggy forest of Nagarjun — cool, refreshing, beautiful and full of diversity. It is not where columns of trees soar, birds sing, butterflies flutter, monkeys jump from branch to branch and other creatures go about their lives with the five elements — Earth, Water, Fire, Air and Ether — in a state of relative equilibrium even as the concrete jungle continues to advance like the Birnam Wood of Macbethian era. Forget about visualising a story and prompting writing, a mind at war with itself, a mind that has become a warzone featuring Iran-America, India-Pakistan, Thailand-Cambodia, Pakistan-Afghanistan, not to mention existential problems galore in a country in perpetual turmoil, cannot even think clearly. Or is it the writer’s block? What is this creature that has come out of the woodwork, all of a sudden? Tyrannosaurus rex? Has the Ice Age returned or am I hallucinating? Mahadev, the lord of the...