London – March 2020

When I first traveled to London, my manager had booked a house in Leytonstone. We must have spent a week there. It was a dark and dinghy place, about an hour's train ride away from our workplace in the docklands, near Canary Wharf. After a week, one of my roommates was told by colleagues that... Continue Reading →

Berlin

Earlier this year, I had a chance to visit Berlin. It has been about 3 months and I have not gotten the chance or made time to write about Berlin, that it is now quickly receding from my memory, threatening to leave behind the usual remnants of travel impressions. Berlin was cold in January. A... Continue Reading →

Afternoons in Chennai

On weekends, I spend hours looking at the ac vent blowing ice cold air into the small room that I have rented. The only furniture that I have in the house is a bed. I have a red Afghan rug near the bed so that my feet touch something warm when I wake up. On... Continue Reading →

Bar Thoughts in NYC

Unless I consciously sit upright, I tend to slouch in my seat. When in NYC, many times I walk to nearby bars for a late-night drink. Depending on how I feel I seek out a type of bar. I find a spot at the bar, heave myself onto the barstool, and keep fingering my drink... Continue Reading →

Field Notes on Patriarchy

"Onnum sollaadheenga sir, ellaam nalladhukkudhaan" she said, leaning through my car window, her voice huskier than a woman's, her lilt more pronounced than a man's. As the light turned green, and I pulled out, stuffing my wallet into my pocket blindly with one hand, I was slightly irritated and glad. Irritated because I hadn't foreseen... Continue Reading →

My Story – Kamala Das

Kamala Das, during her Madhavikutty days, reminds me of the actress Jalaja. I think it is because they both remind me of childhood afternoons spent watching slow Malayalam movies on national television. Maybe, even then, I realized that I could understand a language that was not native to the Tamil land I inhabited, and that... Continue Reading →

The Cat and the Tree

Mira loves spotting cats. She is great at it. I am fairly observant too, but her eyes seem sharper and her ability to spot feline hiding spots seems highly tuned. She lets out a small yelp or a dramatic "caaatt" in a low voice when she spots one. Cats are evening routines though. Early mornings,... Continue Reading →

Trivandrum _ Bangalore

That Trivandrum makes Bangalore feel barbarously backward takes me by surprise every time I've been in Kerala. In Trivandrum, students and children happily chatter in smiling conversations as they walk along an orderly road, with perceptibly clean air with roads populated by humans with civic sense. Public amenities are equitable. Non-intimidating autorickshaws and extremely clean... Continue Reading →

Mira – Politics

By the time, Mira, you have a conversation with me about politics, I would not know how I'd have changed from now. I would also not know how the world would have changed. Maybe it is these fears of the unknown that I want to forestall by writing this down now. I have seen how... Continue Reading →

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