Tamil – The Reluctant Book Worm

ஸெப்டம்பர் மாதத்தில் துடங்கி சுமார் ஏப்ரில் மாதம் வரை நீடிக்கும் இங்கு பனிக்காலம். மதுரையின் வெப்பத்தில், முதலில் கருப்புவெள்ளையிலும் பின்னர் கலரிலும், தொலைக்காட்சியில் மட்டும் கண்ட நிகழ்வு பனி. எப்பொழுதாவது ஊட்டீ, கோடை போனால், வாயிலிருந்து புகை வரச்செய்து விளையாடியது பல மணிக்கூருகள். திரைப்படங்களின் மூடுபனி செயற்கை என்று புரிவதற்கு முன்னே குளிரும் நடுக்கமும் காதலின் அடிப்படை அணிகலன்கள் என்று மனதில் உருவாக்கப்பட்டது. பனி என்றால் வேலைக்காரன் திரைப்படத்தில் அமலா என்றால் இளையராஜாவின் வா..வா..வா..வா..கண்ணா வா... என்று... Continue Reading →

Even a sentence, when told with honesty and courage, is an epic. That is why I have never been able to write a story. Evlo ezhudhinaalum the words seem wasted into a coagulate mess. Kozha kozhannu vaandhi edutha maathiri. I still want to write a story. I know I'll come back and hate it and... Continue Reading →

Sitting on his haunches, Maaran’s head was level with the revelers’ hips. The dancers cast distorted shadows stretched across the unfinished concrete floor littered with glass shards from countless drinking sessions. Where the floor met the wall the gangly shadows straightened up to give a sense of normalcy at the very end. Already Maaran had... Continue Reading →

Luckily my neighbor's son died when he was in his early twenties. His mother was completely devastated. I still remember her helpless wails when the self appointed master of ceremony nodded that it was time to take the body away. It reached an unearthly crescendo. Till a few days earlier his life was consumed with the stock activities... Continue Reading →

An Unwitting Spectacle The last two months I have been making slow and delicious progress on the Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. I also think you would have had as much fun watching me read the tome. As I was reading an engaging section, where The Count makes a particularly daring escape, I thought I had... Continue Reading →

I loved the book. It took me 3 days to race through this book. 3 days of pure plain imagined nostalgia. The writing is lush, the characters true and the commentary hardly exaggerated. Malaysia, Childhood and Tamils The book is set in the Malay region, about tamil immigrants in the 80s. I was looking for a... Continue Reading →

The three of us who walked into the YMCA grounds in Chennai to sample the books at the Chennai Book Fair 2015 made a motley crew. A middle aged professional, a fussy old lady and a simian youngster. Each I suspect had an ulterior motive all connected with books. The book fair itself was a... Continue Reading →

Park Slope, in Brooklyn, is hippie haven. Well dressed intelligent looking people of all ages congregate in coffee and tea shops tapping away on their macs denouncing corporations and toting organic bags. Coffee shops abound with barristas disdainfully nodding to indie music. Sitting here I have a deep sense of guilt, not unlike what a charlatan might... Continue Reading →

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ப்ரூக்லினில் தமிழ்

An Excruciating Narration Of A Story

Maaran’s Selvi

The Double Life of my Neighbor’s Son

The Count of Monte Cristo – A Coupe Across Europe

Evening Is the Whole Day – Malaysian Tamil Saga

Trickery and Bullying at the Chennai Bookfair 2015

Listening to Ilaiyaraja in a Park Slope Coffee Shop

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