TISS Guwahati- Centre for Sociology and Social Anthropology is delighted to present Eroteme Volume 3. Happy Reading!
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- SEPTEMBER 5, 2026 (LATE EDITION)V O L U M E 3
- EROTEME2 Message From The Centre Chair
- EROTEME3 CENTRE REPORT2025-2026
- EROTEMEFaculty Highlights 4
- EROTEME5 From First Steps to Farewells: The SSA Family
- EROTEMEStudent Spotlight Academic Achievements:
- EROTEMECentre Initiatives/Activities FRIDAY DISCUSSIONS
- EROTEME8 Field Visits and Reports
- EROTEMEField Visits and Reports FIELD VISIT TO KALAKSHETRA
- EROTEME10 ‘On Sociology, Teaching, and a Changing World’
- EROTEME11 In Conversation with Prof. Sanjay Barbora (contd.)
- EROTEME12 In Conversation with Prof. Sanjay Barbora (contd.)
- EROTEME13 In Conversation with Prof. Sanjay Barbora (contd.)
- EROTEME14 In Conversation with Prof. Sanjay Barbora (contd.)
- EROTEMESTUDENT CORNER 15
- EROTEMEWritten By: Antarlina Bhattacharjee Poetry Collection
- EROTEMEMargins (continued)
- EROTEME18 Photo by Ana Jovanovski on Unsplash
- EROTEME19 ck by the flowers, but weirdly critical of the rest of the wild foliage in their conservative views of a garden. Nevertheless, it was thriving amongst the rows of concrete. Lying on the moist soil with my hands under my head, I was almost content with my garden, almost because I was only wishing, stubbornly like a child my age would, for that one corner to be housed with the summer dream of a mango tree; after all, I shared history with such a tree.
- EROTEME20 devtas and asuras where there were only…things, or no-things. Though there was some sense in locating impurities caused by a bathroom near our kitchen or mandir But my parents acknowledged him immediately by estimating the cost of redoing much of our home. It would resolve our circumstances. And as long as I got to hear prospects of a room to myself, I was happy.
- EROTEME21 The Story of Migration in ‘Dinwa Ginat Mori’
- EROTEME22 Illusion
- EROTEME23 Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta
- MEET THE TEAMEROTEME VOLUME 3 Editorial Team
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EROTEME
Margins
(continued)
Home is the first margin I knew Before I learned That the center was never mine Since then It is only margins that I have drawn
My homeland is a margin Pushed aside But say it, without my margin Your state collapses Yet you want to pretend, We are the empty space.
Did you Know?
The colours of the nursery weren't always so fixed. A century ago, colour and gender weren't reliably linked at all and some publications in the early
1900s recommended pink for boys as a "strong" colour and blue, as "dainty," for girls. The neat "pink-for-girls, blue-forboys" rule we know today only settled in the mid-20th century, driven largely by department-store marketing.
Yellow Fever Dream
Like Kherengbar The flowers you gave me lost their smell
Like the story of Kherengbar I put the flowers in my hair
Like Kherengbar’s story You turned into a gibbon
Mourning you, I died Maybe I was born as a lizard And maybe it was for us That Gods decided To take away smell from Kherengbar
But all of these Is my yellow fever dream
There are no Kherengbars in your land You are still a human I am still alive Mourning us And the gods decided to turn away
And every flower retains its smell Only ours lost its smell
Yellow fever dream frequents me Only to tell me If you were a gibbon I’d be a lizard too But alas, we are still human
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