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Sunday, 10 January 2016

The Quills Literary Club: Introduction

The Quills Literary Club constitutes students and faculty members of the
Department of English, R.B.V.R.R Women's College. 
The Emblem which Students Wear Proudly as a Badge



In this post, we present you the core faculty and student members of the club who play an active role
in organising the club's activities and spreading the glory of QLC through the blog.


There is no Winter in QLC, 
for she brings us Spring!
Ms M. Suchitra, Chairperson






Nothing Escapes her Meticulous Eyes 
Dr Sumitra Jaiswal, Organising Secretary, Treasurer




The Ever Agile Mind!
 Dr Jhilam Chattaraj, Coordinator/Chief Editor/ Creative Head/Photographer of the thequillsclub.blogspot.in




Dr. Y. Jayanti, Member
Gifted with a unique sense of humour !




Ms Mercy , Member
We love her kindness and Compassion 






Ms K. Anupama, Member 






Ms Amroze Mehdi, Member 



Ms Bhagwati, Member




Ms Pranitha Martand, Member
She is helpful, she is wise!





Ms Neha Jaiswal, Member
She is active, she is Diligent! 




Ms Swaroop Kanwar, Student Editor, BA MLHJ, III Year












Ms Bhumika Raikote, Assistant Student Editor, BA MLHJ, II Year












Ms Deepshikha Patangay, Student Editor, BA MLHJ, III Year



Ms Swaroop Kanwar, Assistant Student Editor, BA MLHJ, II Year



Ms Keerthana Kuchipudi, Student Editor, BSC FSCCS, III Year



Ms Deepshikha Patangay, Assistant Student Editor, BA MLHJ, II Year





















Former Student Editor: Ms Anisha Bodapati







Former Student Editor: Ms Mounica Alamuri



She Thinks. She Writes. She Creates magic with words...
Ms Juveria Tabassum, Former Student Representative,  Student Editor of the Blog.



Tuesday, 5 January 2016

It's Raining Poems: Meena Alexander and QLC's Budding Poets

In this post, QLC introduces the work of young poets of R.B.V.R.R Women's College.
But before we begin to delve into their world of words, ideas and rhythms 
we bring in a few poems from popular poet, Meena Alexander's latest collection, Atmospheric Embroidery (2015)
Atmospheric Embroidery
Wads of ice-cream glisten on Route 6.
We stroll into summer, thoughts thrust into a bramble

Oriental bitter-sweet pocking the hedges,
Fists in pockets, lemonade dripping from a child’s hem.

In Boetti’s embroidery, in his mapping of the world
Everything is cut and coupled,

Occult ordering – silk and painted steel
Sun and electric moon, butterfly and naked man

In The Thousand Longest Rivers
The Nile is the hardest water

Then comes the Mississippi – Missouri. Once we lived by brilliant waters
Suffered the trees soft babble, Fissures in magma.
Already its August –
Season of snipers in the heartland,

Season of coastlines slit by lightning
And smashed bouquets of the salt spray rose.

Now I think it’s a miracle we were able, ever
To put one foot in front of the other and keep on walking.


A meticulous review of the collection, by Prof. Sachidananda Mohanty, Vice-Chancellor, Central University of Orissa: 

 http://www.thehindu.com/books/literary-review/sachidananda-mohanty-reviews-atmospheric-embroidery/article8008323.ece

Now, Our Poets...



Joyous

Juveria Tabassum

She finds magic in things unsaid
Meaning profound in the music
The melodies that ring through her head
Damaged hands, shaken feet, twisted bellies,
True those things and yet seem nothing
When she looks at stars and the air she feels
Joyous, like the yellow flowers dangling
From the low green branches
Joyous, she smiles; bruises don’t matter
The grass seems greenest in patches
Wide patches among the dry, yellow field
Her eyes stay in the bright green
Her heart soars, she smiles- Joyous.
Flapping wings, chatting beings-noises?
She listens, though the meaning seems dim.
The light shines, the darkness slims.
Her will finds a meaning, where no meaning stills
Her wounds grow thin, she fights, she wins
You caught her in a smile; you thought it a whim
No. She bought her happiness from pure music
The music she finds in everything..




REBUILD YOURSELF
Sai Priya

I built myself with all the  joy...
like a castle getting  built ...

stone on stone...with all the strength
So that it can stand forever upright.

Then came the gentle breeze but brought the hovering wind along.
It collapsed.
My cheers with a flung

Everything went in vain
when it broke down with pain...

I was all pale like I never existed
I was all dim until I ever rebuild.

The merry ingredient was not used up
Instead all the regrets and lessons added up:

Thought it would perish again but it proved me wrong
And this time it appeared much  strong

Though I feel like there is a missing element .... the  construction was too strong to break again!!!

                                                

REFLECTIONS

Sai Priya

We are like the sun and moon...
When you shine bright I get dull sight
When I reflect light you go for a fight
Day and night we make it bright,but never together
Though we are might.


Distance can't divide us
Time can't stop us
Perhaps the world hates it to see us both closer
And the time doesn't wants us to appear at a time
But no one can stop your rays which fall on me
And no one can stop me when I feel that love !!!


Monday, 4 January 2016