Jamui. Until this week I could not have placed it on a map. Now I cannot find my way out of it. The screen brought the day in like weather, a dense cloud of despair. The clip held a teenage girl to my eyes: face blurred, hands folded. Folded, because she was pleading to be… Continue reading Where the objects are, subjects shall be
Notes from a cusp in the Indian collective psyche By Shalini Masih and Ashok Nagpal Birthing the Abject… On 15 May 2026, during a Supreme Court hearing on fake degrees, India’s Chief Justice was widely reported to have said: “There are youngsters like cockroaches, who don’t get any employment.” He later clarified that he had… Continue reading Satyagraha Arrives Wearing the Insult as a Crown
My Christian-Indian cultural imagination in clinical practice By Shalini Masih I grew up between English hymns and the soundworlds of Hindi bhajans, Urdu/Punjabi qawwali, and Punjabi/Urdu zaboors. In a predominantly Hindu India, I was also formed by interfaith life—watching Hindu mythic stories with fascination, celebrating Eid with Muslim friends (and learning to be mindful of… Continue reading From Conch-call to Choir
By Shalini Masih Spring unfurled itself tentatively as we, a group of psychoanalytic therapists, gathered to speak of love, not its blazing form but it’s quiet, clandestine form that pulsates in the corners of our work. It was Sheldon Bach’s (2006) paper that served as the vessel: a meditation on love as the unseen scaffolding… Continue reading To Love Without Needing
