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 →
It is funny, isn't it? After decades of passionately poring over words, words, and more words, written by men and women who took time from their lives to tell us stories, right when you think you've heard it all, along saunters another story that grabs you by your hair, yanks your head back, looks you in... Continue Reading →
Never have I approached a subject so warily as this. I can review the book and not talk about Kashmir but that is cowardly. Cowering behind literature when opining about Kashmir is the shortest route out of controversy. Before proceeding further I can safely say that Malik Sajad's work, as a personalized account of life in Kashmir, is impactful. This is... Continue Reading →
Statutory Warning: Arundhati Roy is a wordsmith. An auteur par excellence who can wield the pen as effectively as anyone. Her ideas are radical. It is a potent mix. Read with extreme maturity, an ever critical eye both accepting of fallacies and appreciative of exaggerations as she takes her spade-pen to the molehill of Indian Democracy.... Continue Reading →
If Manto was a photographer, his pictures would be high contrast, gritty and harshly lit. No staged lights with careful lighting and high heeled muses. His lens would always be trained towards the shadows and blurs that bring vitality to a picture. Pixelated freezes that don't run after definition, but moments, slurring vignettes of human emotions. Manto's life is as colorful... Continue Reading →
Motion Sick on Terra Firma I have acute motion sickness. An unfortunate condition but a good reminder of one of my many fallibilities every time I travel on bouncy vehicles. It starts innocuously enough. I would be checking messages on my phone and a slight feeling of queasiness would rise from the back of my throat. Nausea spreads... Continue Reading →
On any day if you happen to pass by the Chennai US Consulate road, you will see a human centipede whole made of file clutching expectant human parts. Choose a cool day lest you fry in this endeavor to appreciate the travails faced by Indians to visit the holy land of the USA. This is the... Continue Reading →
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