Posted in Coordinator's Desk, Creative Writing Competition


-Coordinators, ELS

English Literary Society conducts LitFest every year with the hope of trying out events that have not been conducted before in the club. As part of LitFest’16, our first event is the online creative writing competition. TaleSpin, as the event has been christened this year, is a crazy twist to the good old creative writing competition.

The general guidelines for TaleSpin are given here:

  • Plagiarism will lead to disqualification.
  • You can choose to compose on multiple topics. Your composition may be in the form of a prose, a poem, a comic or literally anything that involves some form of text.
  • Potential topics have been highlighted in this composition: TaleSpin. You can choose to mine the composition for more topics as well (which have not been highlighted).
  • Entries, along with the topic they have been written on, (and queries) must be emailed to
  • Deadline for submission is 8th March 2016. Results will be declared on the blog during LitFest’16 (11th-13th March). Winners will be awarded books as prizes and their entries will be published on the blog.

Posted in Creative Writing Competition, Poetry

Winter Winds: Results

And so we have the results of our winter tanka competition! Dilip D’Souza, the author of The Curious Case of Binayak Sen, who kindly consented to judge the competition selected the following entries. In his words, his judging criteria were:

What I was looking for in general: smoothness, imagery, something out of the ordinary.

Each entry is followed by his comments. Congratulations to the winners!

Three winners (in sequence)

Shashank Singh

A flock of cranes
soaring back north, with gentle
flaps of white wings, what
seems the coldest of winters
must too, someday come to pass

(I liked the picture Shashank’s poem on cranes painted. Somehow I could just picture the birds, with those “gentle flaps” that suggest the coldest of winters.)

Vaidehi Menon

Sweater static sparks.
Touch your fingertips to mine;
Not cold suddenly.
Warm woollen intimacy.
Sheep hair electricity.

(Vaidehi’s poem appealed to me because of the mention of warm woollen intimacy, and the idea of sheep hair electricity. That seemed a nice compliment to the yearning I sensed in the second line “touch your fingertips to mine”. )

Nikita Yadav

I am cold and weak,
I savour fruitful venom,
And I am neither,
blood brews underneath my skin,
‘Still hours’, be my winter’s guilt.

(Nikita’s poem suggests a certain menace that I found captivating. “Blood brews underneath my skin” -how delicious that is.)

Honorable Mentions:

Harshit Bisht

I see the winter
In the frozen pools of eyes
And frigid replies
I watch the naked trees sway
Suddenly, I feel so cold

I watch him pile snow
Making a cute short walled fort
To hide from snowballs
Amidst the smell of pudding
Fighting the right kind of wars

(I actually liked the last line of Harshit’s second poem (“Fighting the right kind of wars”) but wasn’t happy with the use of “cute” in that one. But his first one caught my eye even more because of the way he sees a hint of winter and suddenly he feels cold. Almost made me shiver, too!)

Ayushya Agarwal

A lover’s light touch.
Soft whispers caress the ears
and white blankets shroud.
Yet the mosquito dreams on
of hot blood, cold skin and life

(Ayushya’s entry stood out because of the sudden appearance of the mosquito, the real lover there.)

Shashank Singh

Half a cold bottle
of vodka doesn’t drown out
the gnawing of the
Christmas morning munchies and
the despair of life wasted

(This has that smoothness and a certain rawness I liked.)