I was very worried about the Black Drongo that I saw perched on the telephone line two nights in a row in the same place. The Black Drongo was one of those rare common bird that I could identify from when I was a kid. Its Tamil name, Rettai Vaal Kuruvi, also helps aid recollection... Continue Reading →
For some days now, I have been reading Tim Birkhead's excellent book Birds and Us, A 12,000 Year History, from Cave Art to Conservation. I picked it up in Kinokuniya in Bangkok (at the Central World outlet). Sometime this year, I started taking a fledgling interest in the birds visiting my Bangalore home, chiefly the... Continue Reading →
I've had a traveling injury that first started from my right shoulder. Slowly, the pain migrated to my lower back and finally came to rest on my right ankle. Over the past seven months, I have paid some attention to how it has immobilized me, forcing me to rely on other body parts to compensate... 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. When I try to write about it I have a feeling not very much unlike when one... Continue Reading →
I first met Jack around 4 years ago. Through the following years, I saw him exactly at 4 in the evening. At 4, the days he was at his shop, which was almost every day, he closes his shop, hangs a "Be Right Back" sign, and steps out to get coffee at the coffee shop... Continue Reading →
When I first traveled to London in 2006, my manager had booked a house in Leytonstone. We must have spent a week there. It was a dark and dingy place, about an hour's train ride from our workplace in the docklands near Canary Wharf. After a week, a colleague told one of my roommates that... Continue Reading →
Earlier this year I had the chance to visit Berlin. It has been about 3 months and I have not gotten the opportunity nor made the time to write about Berlin. The trip is now quickly fading from my memory, threatening to leave behind the usual vague remembrances of travel impressions. Berlin was bitterly cold... Continue Reading →
Mira loves spotting cats. She is great at it. I am fairly observant, too, but her eyes seem sharper, and her ability to spot felines hiding 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, on... Continue Reading →
I live in Park Slope, and for a long time, I did not understand a strange pedestrian phenomenon that was observable outside my apartment. People walking down the street in one direction mostly scowl at me, and people walking from the other invariably wave and nod at me. I put this down to my unscientific... Continue Reading →
Google Maps says that if I walk for 30 minutes due southwest from my workplace in midtown Manhattan along Park Avenue, I shall reach Union Square. I generally manage the walk in 20 minutes. It is a bracing walk in the evenings in summer and during the daytimes in winter. I mostly do it after the... Continue Reading →
The Cricket Pages
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Life in Kana-text (er... CONtext)
Travelling with Fabulosity
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The Reluctant Book Worm 
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