All posts of Jdwivedi

Hindi Poem

बच्चा जो लगभग साल भर का होगा उसे उसकी मरी माँ सोई हुई लगती थी । बार बार चादर को माँ के मुर्दा जिस्म से उठाता अपने ऊपर लपेट लेता। वह हकीकत और अंधकार से अभी दूर, अपनी मरी माँ से खेलने लगा। यकीनन उसे रात को जब माँ की गर्म आग़ोश नहीं मिलेगी तो […]
4 years ago

Quarantine Videos

These videos are glimpses of the feeling of anxiety at the passing of time during the lockdown. Anxiety has a physical language which comes forth in the ways in which we carry ourselves. 01 from Jyotsna dwivedi on Vimeo. 02 from Jyotsna dwivedi on Vimeo. 03 from Jyotsna dwivedi on Vimeo. 04 from Jyotsna dwivedi […]
4 years ago

Remembrance

Remembrance attempts to express the movement of anxiety, from a place of love and safety to the place of abandonment and isolation and back again. It is a work in progress. 01 from Jyotsna dwivedi on Vimeo. 02 from Jyotsna dwivedi on Vimeo. 03 from Jyotsna dwivedi on Vimeo.
4 years ago

Urdu Dissemination In Nature

These videos are an expression of my love for the Urdu Language, Urdu Poetry and the Ganga-Jamuna tehzeeb ( confluence of two cultures- especially between hindus and muslims in Northern India) In these videos, by the act of metaphorically dissolving or boiling the Urdu script and poetry in water for human consumption, spreading it in […]
4 years ago

Where The Bedlines Cross

The stance is ready, This is what we learn, It’s not that bad. Someone will find it ticklish- the cow’s tail morphing into a cone, then a flower and after that a missile. The missiles are implied. Sometimes we can’t see the nightmare coming or becoming the real thing. Or, We roll up the windows, […]
4 years ago

The Visiting Apparition Of Otera Bibi

On Tuesday, 27th of June 2017 I was not there, On that day a mob spent time beating her to death. She visited me today, after a little more than a year. She visited me via a photo on the internet. Her eyes were looking beyond the commotion of her killing. Her eyes were looking […]
4 years ago

The Name Of The Mob

They did not come for us. This time we are spared. This was to show what happens, to women like us, to men like us, to people like us. I was thinking of the Pussy Riot girls, Freedom to have fun- they sang. Freedom to have fun while breathing the lethal air of being snuffed […]
4 years ago

Shoorpanakha: Let’s Do It One More Time

This is not just about me. we have a duty to set things straight. For the many more who will follow my footsteps. I am not the first one to burn with desire. But somewhere I broke ranks with all of your humankind. I told you that I want you. You assaulted me for that. […]
4 years ago

On Kashmir

Among the 20 snowy mountains, Bloody hands grew like weeds to the sky, As the blackbird glided across, silently, The only thing moving was its dark eyes. It should have noticed the crawling shadows that stopped belonging to ‘people’ – ‘who belong to their own land’. It should have noticed the fumes rising out of […]
4 years ago

Mob Pleasure

It is at 4 am in the morning every other day now, When the mob birds, mob cows, mob men, and women roam on this land. Those birds sit on bloody bodies, bathe in their blood, feel giddy with excitement and erection. The cows stare vaguely at the horizon, waiting to be taken away. The […]
4 years ago
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