Hail to the Thunder, Hail to the Storm, Hail to the Land where the Warrior’s born, Hail to his armour, gleaming gold, Hail to the battle sounds of old. Down from the mountain, Down from the hill, The Wind that stirs, The Time that’s still, Hail to god, Hail to his Throne, Hail to the…

Ancient man conceived of his world as one that was surrounded by some conceptualisation of primordial waters, which were held in check – or, given order – by some cosmosmoulding power, thus, allowing, for a brief moment of time, in the larger scheme of things, civilisation to flourish, on land…

Some time around 3000 BC, how far this way or that we cannot say, there was an event, rather common, mundane and perhaps even boring, then, but in the context of human history, monumental — this happened most likely somewhere off the Makran coast, off present day Iran, perhaps somewhere…

During the reign of Ptolemy VIII in Egypt (145–116 BC), an adventurous sailor, Eodoxus of Cyzicus, sailed down the Red Sea, then across the Bab el Mandeb straits, from where, on a ship harnessing the Monsoon Winds, he sailed across the Arabian Sea, to India. So says Strabo. It is…

GS Sial Mirza-Goraya, Nov 6 Our modern political discourse is many things, but it is, most forcefully, a media spectacle. There is nothing untoward or unexpected in the media-saturation of modern political life. That nations are ‘imagined communities’, constructed through shared stories of national origins, through the telling, and re-telling…

I was born with an age in my palm, Destiny was my birthing dream, The ages were but a moment, When I was born. Time stood still, All space collapsed, Into a moment, That watched the coming of my birth Into this world. I am born into the the world…

I With the capture and execution of Banda Singh Bahadur in 1716, the first phase of the Sikh Reconquista of Hindustan had come to a gruesome close – he was martyred alongside 740/80 of his companions; a further 2,000 Sikhs were imprisoned and executed in reprisals following his capture, most…

When the world witnessed the first images of the farmer’s protest in the March to Delhi, as the haze of smoke grenades and the vapour of water canons subsided, from amidst the fog emerged the figure of the Sikh – I don’t mean only the Herculean Singh (but him too…

the beliefs of all people To call something a myth is to call it lies. It is a label, perhaps a libel too, which signifies that he who believes in that myth is a liar. Or, deluded. Or, led astray and is one to be saved. One more, among many. Who are not, us. While…