RNTalks

RNTalks

The story of RNTalks began in May 2019. A big vision which took baby steps and decided to start small. The sole aim at the time of inception was to provide ethical, transparent, emotional, and professional support for school and college students.

  1. 25.04.2023

    ‘Still Life’ by A. K. Ramanujan

    ‘Still Life’ by A. K. Ramanujan When she left me after lunch, I read for a while. But I suddenly wanted to look again and I saw the half-eaten sandwich, bread, lettuce and salami, all carrying the shape of her bite.

  2. 25.04.2023

    ‘Wolf’ by Keki Daruwalla

    ‘Wolf’ by Keki Daruwalla Fire-lit half silhouette and half myth the wolf circles my past treading the leaves into a bed till he sleeps, black snout on extended paws. Black snout on sulphur body he nudged his way into my consciousness. Prowler, wind-sniffer, throat-catcher, his cries drew a ring around my night; a child's night is a village on the forest edge. My mother said his ears stand up at the fall of dew he can sense a shadow move across a hedge on a dark night; he can sniff out your approaching dreams; there is nothing that won't be lit up by the dark torch of his eyes. The wolves have been slaughtered now. A hedge of smoking gun-barrels rings my daughter's dreams.

  3. 25.04.2023

    ‘Hunger’ by Jayanta Mahapatra

    ‘Hunger’ by Jayanta Mahapatra It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back. The fisherman said: Will you have her, carelessly, trailing his nets and his nerves, as though his words sanctified the purpose with which he faced himself. I saw his white bone thrash his eyes. I followed him across the sprawling sands, my mind thumping in the flesh's sling. Hope lay perhaps in burning the house I lived in. Silence gripped my sleeves; his body clawed at the froth his old nets had only dragged up from the seas. In the flickering dark his lean-to opened like a wound. The wind was I, and the days and nights before. Palm fronds scratched my skin. Inside the shack an oil lamp splayed the hours bunched to those walls. Over and over the sticky soot crossed the space of my mind. I heard him say: My daughter, she's just turned fifteen... Feel her. I'll be back soon, your bus leaves at nine. The sky fell on me, and a father's exhausted wile. Long and lean, her years were cold as rubber. She opened her wormy legs wide. I felt the hunger there, the other one, the fish slithering, turning inside

  4. 25.04.2023

    ‘Summer In Calcutta’ by Kamala Das

    ‘Summer In Calcutta’ by Kamala Das What is this drink but The April sun, squeezed Like an orange in My glass? I sip the Fire, I drink and drink Again, I am drunk Yes, but on the gold of suns, What noble venom now flows through my veins and fills my mind with unhurried laughter? My worries doze. Wee bubbles ring my glass, like a bride’s nervous smile, and meet my lips. Dear, forgive this moment’s lull in wanting you, the blur in memory. How brief the term of my devotion, how brief your reign when i with glass in hand, drink, drink, and drink again this Juice of April suns.

  5. 25.04.2023

    ‘On Killing A Tree’ by Gieve Patel

    ‘On Killing A Tree’ by Gieve Patel It takes much time to kill a tree, Not a simple jab of the knife Will do it. It has grown Slowly consuming the earth, Rising out of it, feeding Upon its crust, absorbing Years of sunlight, air, water, And out of its leperous hide Sprouting leaves. So hack and chop But this alone wont do it. Not so much pain will do it. The bleeding bark will heal And from close to the ground Will rise curled green twigs, Miniature boughs Which if unchecked will expand again To former size. No, The root is to be pulled out - Out of the anchoring earth; It is to be roped, tied, And pulled out - snapped out Or pulled out entirely, Out from the earth-cave, And the strength of the tree exposed, The source, white and wet, The most sensitive, hidden For years inside the earth. Then the matter Of scorching and choking In sun and air, Browning, hardening, Twisting, withering, And then it is done.

  6. 20.04.2023

    ‘If You Forget Me’ By Pablo Neruda

    ‘If You Forget Me’ By Pablo Neruda “I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.”

  7. 20.04.2023

    ‘Lady Lazarus’ By Sylvia Plath

    ‘Lady Lazarus’ By Sylvia Plath I have done it again.    One year in every ten    I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin    Bright as a Nazi lampshade,    My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine    Jew linen. Peel off the napkin    O my enemy.    Do I terrify?—— The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?    The sour breath Will vanish in a day. Soon, soon the flesh The grave cave ate will be    At home on me And I a smiling woman.    I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. This is Number Three.    What a trash To annihilate each decade. What a million filaments.    The peanut-crunching crowd    Shoves in to see Them unwrap me hand and foot—— The big strip tease.    Gentlemen, ladies These are my hands    My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.    The first time it happened I was ten.    It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all.    I rocked shut As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. Dying Is an art, like everything else.    I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell.    I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call. It’s easy enough to do it in a cell. It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.    It’s the theatrical Comeback in broad day To the same place, the same face, the same brute    Amused shout: ‘A miracle!’ That knocks me out.    There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge    For the hearing of my heart—— It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge    For a word or a touch    Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.    So, so, Herr Doktor.    So, Herr Enemy. I am your opus, I am your valuable,    The pure gold baby That melts to a shriek.    I turn and burn. Do not think I underestimate your great concern. Ash, ash— You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap,    A wedding ring,    A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer    Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair    And I eat men like air.

  8. 20.04.2023

    ‘The Second Coming’ By William Butler Yeats

    ‘The Second Coming’ By William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre    The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere    The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst    Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand.    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it    Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.    The darkness drops again; but now I know    That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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The story of RNTalks began in May 2019. A big vision which took baby steps and decided to start small. The sole aim at the time of inception was to provide ethical, transparent, emotional, and professional support for school and college students.

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