Born a Muslim, a book worth one million books…

Ghazala Wahab started FORCE in August 2003 along with Pravin Sawhney. She co-authors Dragon on our Doorstep: Managing China Through Military Power (with Pravin Sawhney) and Born a Muslim: Some Truths About Islam in India. Apart from writing on issues like homeland security, terrorism, Jammu and Kashmir, Left-Wing Extremism and religious extremism, Wahab is responsible for the overall production of the magazine every month.

Does poetry pay you well?

Can poets make money in today’s literary market? Everyone says ‘Well, no.’ We say ‘Yes, you can.’ Some poets make a living out of their verses today. There are hundreds of new markets that desperately need poets, surely not the traditional anthologies.

The Technical T(Error) by Rohit Ashok Kothari: A Tech Thriller with Future Warfare Concepts

Rohit shows us the way how technology, if not checked and observant properly, can bring us on knees in national security, personal commitments, and social welfare. Anyway, the novel is a combination of two aspects that are inevitably looking associated with it – error and terror. Let’s discuss the story at the forepart to grasp what we trying to juxtapose.

Traditional publishing; worth the wait?

Do you have a book written and plan to publish it as quickly as possible? Like most writers, you are naturally eager to get your book out after spending so much time writing it. The hard part is not yet complete. First-time authors may underestimate the work required to produce a successful published work.

Free Town

This poem was written when I was in Freetown, Sierra Leon, in 2011. I was in one of the hilly, cosy hotels in Freetown, where my balcony overlooked the port of Freetown. The country has just gotten rid of the devastating civil conflict which broke out during the Liberian civil conflict.

Princess of Cart Monarch

‘I am not a poet but scribble lines I never publish on paper. This was written in 2001, while travelling by bus from Gampaha, my native town, to Colombo. The bus was passing through Main Street, Pettah, and I could not take my eyes off those cart pullers gathered on both sides of the road. Back then, I was a student. It was the day. I imagined their Night.’