“पैंग की कविताएँ बेचैन करती हैं। कवि अपने शहरी जीवन का उत्सव मनाता है और इसी उत्सव की उत्सुकता हमारे एलियनेट होते चले जा रहे समाज की आस्था को ललकारती है,” सौरभ राय लिखते हैं।
“The chapters may seem disjointed, even reading like short stories in an anthology, and yet, at the end, they are brilliantly connected, like silken threads woven in an elaborate stole,” Krishna Sruthi Srivalsan writes.
‘To date we did not know how many species of birds are exactly known to occur in India. But that’s not the case anymore,’ Arun Bhatia writes.
“We are yet to find a Hrishikesh Mukherjee in our times,” writes Prakash Gowda.
“Ambai’s women come in all hues. They aren’t heroic caricatures. All of them struggle against, succumb to and overcome real pressures of everyday life,” writes Carol D’Souza.
“Is ‘No Parking’ a metaphor? Is this how Sharmila Aravind, PeeVee and Hamsavardhan visualise the title of their latest exhibition?” asks Hari Doss.
“Such is the permanence of Manto’s works that the artistes making the cinema disappeared into an ephemeral mist,” writes Tapan Mozumdar.