There is an undeniable joy of digging into the sourness of mom’s pickles, or opening up a cookie box that instantly hauls you away to grandma’s kitchen. Their old aprons splattered with bits of food. Their warm hands feeding you love and leaving you full, with not just a buttery goodness, but also a lifetime […]
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Month: January 2013
Tinder Box
These walls used to be lined with books. Now they hold imprints of a different kind. History was made here that day, and people unmade, in fire, in smoke, in blood and sticky gore. ** In the stillness of the empty room, you can still feel the heat, hear the hopeless cries, the sense of […]
Whose Republic Is It Anyway?
What is the meaning of a republic? Is it a selectively amnesiac entity where bull dozers run over and flatten the lives and dignity and pets and homes and belongings of the poor while builders advertise gated communities protected from the “noise and the pollution” of the big metros for the benefit of those they […]
Nothing Casual About It
I loved The Casual Vacancy. What a decimation of British smalltown culture, with their petty concerns, their sad sex lives and their young and aimless. Rowling says it all ‘authentically’, never mind whose point of view she is working from. I don’t know many writers who can delve into the workings of an obese old […]
Remembering..
Let your voice for once, listen to your feelings, For words and tears wait for none, Let those eyes be as silent, Else they might voice your bitter heart Yes I remember those sleepless nights, And those lamps, lit with your memories, the black crisp petals are still fresh, I can still smell the […]
The Shadow Over Bangalore
At this point, the history of the EWS colony in Ejipura is a haze. A dust haze, under fierce sunshine as bulldozers plow away the last bits and pieces of the homes of more than 200 families. Fragments swim into focus now and then. ** The corporation-built housing blocks that were so shoddy they became […]
Endurance
To take root in any soil. To thrive regardless of the surroundings. To add an unexpected charm to a barren spot. To pop up and smile from a crevice. To bloom whatever the season be. To weather the storms, beat the heat, bear the cold, and yet flourish. The resilient sadaphuli. A childhood memory […]
An Evening With Salman Rushdie
There are so many versions of him. The Salman Rushdie present at Bangalore’s Taj West End tonight however was someone tangible. Someone who with great ease settled in an uncomfortable chair on the podium, not aware or maybe aware of the discreet logistics and forbidding security measures that had finally made his presence possible in […]
Memory..
The needle point of pain is fire and ice it’s the knowing and the not knowing the near and the far presence and absence the found and the lost A pain both old and young that knows how to smile at itself and be petulant. It is home in the cozy grooves of the heart. […]
A Healthier You..
Health defies definition. Modern medical science cannot sum up what health is; only this much is said: absence of disease is health. It is like defining a flower in relation to thorns. Why is health not defined? Because health comes from the innermost being of an individual. The Hindi word Swasthya means rooted in the innermost being. […]
Magic..Like That Only…
LikeThatOnly’s signage befuddles me to start with. It is like..a jaunty scooter developed butterfly wings that turned into a Japanese fan. But then who said dreams should make sense and that is what this young, spirited restaurant in Bangalore’s Whitefield is. A dream sequence right from the whimsical tub with its watering can shower in the […]
A Mouthful Of Italy!
Walking into Pizza Metro Pizza, felt like crossing a threshold of time. One step inside, and I was instantly transported to Italy. To my left was a vibrant mural of a busy, colourful Naples market, reminiscent of an Italy I only saw in films. The other walls were dotted with frames of Italy’s most popular comedian […]