Relax. You'll last longer. That was how I think I read Moby Dick the first time. I was nimble. Limber. I approached Moby-Dick like some men approach whores. They have paid for her. There is no one to judge. You can fail. You can laugh. You can walk away. Everything is permissible. In those permissions,... Continue Reading →
I worry, as always, not just about the time I am losing. I also worry about the memories that I think I keep losing. I do not know how you can lose something that has happened. Maybe the memories fade and I no longer have the potent magic of recasting myself into my previous selves.... Continue Reading →
I overheard this argument long back that has stuck through with me. "It has been about 60 years that you guys have had reservations. It is unfair. We are poor too. I think it should now rest on merit and economic status. The deserving and the poor should get the fruits of reservation. Not rich... Continue Reading →
How can you not see caste? The principle is quite simple. If you want to bring about equality, you need to take into account, be cognizant of, inequalities. Ever noticed the staggered start for a 400m race? If you are measuring who crosses the same finish line first, make sure you ensure they all have... Continue Reading →
It is very easy to say "I am against the caste system". In fact, it is so easy, that everyone keeps saying it. I keep saying it too. Every now and then I try to see how exactly that statement reflects in my real life. What it means to me. Within my own head, when... Continue Reading →
As I age, I am tempted again and again - pardon me if I have repeated this many times- to simple writing. I want to use smaller sentences. I want to be clearer in my ideas. I want a certain fluidity in writing that sheds the unnecessary. The art of writing in simple and stacked... Continue Reading →
I haven't written about my time in Singapore for a reason. It disproportionately features in my most secretively hoarded memories. Whenever I think back to my time in Singapore I can feel my heart quickening and pulse racing. I cannot help it. When I try to write about it I have a feeling not very... Continue Reading →
One of USA's favorite past-times seems to me to label. Jet's fan. Mid-westerner. Black American. Places are not spared either. University Town. A term that fascinates me because of the single identity that the name conjures up. The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill was warm. It was southern. And it produced two of... Continue Reading →
Someday, Mira, ask me about how you ended up like how you are. There are decisions that we took, are taking, and will take, that will end up shaping you into who you will turn out to be. We are aware of it, intensely. Your American passport, for example, might be a mundane legality that... Continue Reading →
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