This year I saw Mira for exactly 3 weeks. The rest of the time I have only watched her from afar, catching snatches of her morning routines or her bedtime sleepy face. I get her to say hi, blow me kisses, make her smile, and in general have a repeating conversation of "what are you... Continue Reading →
Joy
I write to see myself write, to hear myself express ideas that do not materialize in real life around me. That I want to write less when I end up having satisfying conversations confirms to me that there is an element of justification, a confessional theme in my reason to write. Maybe that is why... Continue Reading →
This Divided Island – Life, Death, and the Sri Lankan War
Samanth Subramanian's book, This Divided Island, is a brave attempt at chronicling a savage period of Sri Lankan history. It is not a commentary about the war. It is a journalistic narrative of the author's quest to record the events of the war. Samanth, in recording the stories of the dead and survivors, stays at... Continue Reading →
Samskara – U R Ananthamurthy
How much a book impresses or affects me depends, quite obviously, on when I happen to read the book in my journey as a reader and individual. There have been lesser books that I have picked when I was starting out, when my ideas were nascent, that have had a much larger impact than more... Continue Reading →
Competing victories: Battle of sensibilities in Tamil cinema
This first appeared here for the film magazine The World of Apu. I recently watched two Tamil movies and couldn’t help compare them. I thought they were representative of two major camps of film-making in the Tamil movie industry. One movie was the big budget Petta, starring Tamil matinee idol Rajinikanth. It got top billing, prime... Continue Reading →
A Suitable Girl
I watched Maari 2 yesterday. I have no excuse as to why I did it. I generally do not bother with these kinds of movies nowadays. Not because I am above them, or because they corrupt society, or depict women badly. Sure, I have those gripes, but it's just that I am bored with these... Continue Reading →
Scotland, Stirling
When I first stepped off the train at Stirling with my suitcases, from Edinburgh, I was rooted to the platform. It was a clammy foggy day, the cold wind was blowing the sprays of rain onto my face, but all I could see were the mountains on the horizon. I do not think I have... Continue Reading →
A Reminder To Document My Time in The United Kingdom
The first public library I ever visited was in Canada Waters, London, in 2006. I do not even remember how I discovered the library, because, though the internet was picking up, I did not have a laptop, and I had no visibility into what was happening around me beyond walking distance. I suspect, like any... Continue Reading →
Education, Science, and Passion
Every day I wait for my phone to light up with the familiar blue light of a WhatsApp Video call. I swipe up to pick the call and two faces beam into my world filling me with happiness. The joy I get from my family undermines my vocal cynicism of marriage and my words of... Continue Reading →
The Aeneid
Biting arctic winds swept down from the north across the great lake and Chicago froze last week. I landed in O'Hare airport just as Chicago was thawing, on Monday, the week after the polar vortex hit. It was still cold but some semblance of balance had been restored. Chicago was back to being warmer than... Continue Reading →
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