Musing I Know a Cure, Too "I know folks who use Nexito," I wished to say. "For depression. It's said it does the least harm to the libido—which you know how to manage anyway."
Musing For the Love of Dogs We've injected an overdose of spice into our life. It's like chewing the chilly and loving its taste, even as the thing sears the tongue.
Bangalore Bruno, Our Beagle (Now Renamed Luca) The yard was full of beagles of varying age; the seniormost was nine months old. The youngest had seen but 40 days. We’d gone there for him.
Musing Maradona, Mortality, and the Crow and the Cat The cat only wishes to perpetuate her species, immortalise it — wants this planet to ever have a cat in it.
Musing A Temple for Kamala Harris? Kamala Harris would need to meet expectations. The actor Khushboo’s temple was torn down by her own fans who’d built the thing only a few years before.
Musing Will They Lockdown, Won't They Lockdown? This points to unbridled free speech in the Chief Minister's cabinet—a healthy democratic exercise, maybe, but workers are fleeing the city all over again.
Musing Too Great a Sacrifice Colonel Santosh Babu was 37 on June 15. Captain Mahendra Nath Mulla was 45 on December 9, 1971.
Travel Why Should I Travel? There's a part of me asking, in defiance of Montaigne, "Should I travel at all? Should I leave my home, really?" I'm pitting the Maharshi against Michel de Montaigne.
Not Feeling Pain for the Corona Victims The daily figures of those fallen to corona look like scores in cricket — a game I understand but don't follow. I read the statistics without emotion.
Musing Ramachandra Guha’s Gandhi Gandhi's time in India ended differently than in Africa. Even before the bullets came for him, Gandhiji had begun to wonder if it wasn't time he left.
Bangalore Some Fresh Wind In My Sail In fifty years, the Guardian says, temperatures in India would rank with Saharan Africa. My son would be eighty then. My grandson would be fifty-five.
Bangalore What's in a Name? As regards Zuriberg, they say the owner used to be a doctor in Switzerland. And Maple up the street belongs to an elder who taught physics in North America.
Travel Celebrating My Birthday Solo, in Rainy KL Evenings, I could see in the far distance the approaching rain, the dark clouds that had opened up, and were steadily closing in, shrinking the world.
Musing Alexa, My Muse "What do you want?" Alexa said. "I want ideas to write a blog post," I said, cowed somewhat by this assured voice and tone of woman.
Bangalore Bats That Camped In My Tree Are Now In My Head "You don't like bats, no?" my conscience is telling me. "You're scared they bring you bad luck. Admit it!"
Musing The Eleventh Day, A Dream It was the eleventh day after I’d died, they were meeting at the Dublin, where I first went in 1990, and where I’ve been going on and off ever since.
Travel Indian Christmas In the small world I move around in, Hindus appear to have appropriated Christmas.
Indian Journeys In Kolkata, Remembering Sister Alphonse’s History Class Walking about Calcutta — Kolkata — I remembered Sister Alphonse’s history classes in school. I couldn’t help my mind doing its bit of wandering as well.
Musing The Writing Craft, the Formidable Iain Sinclair, Allen, Sedaris A creation that none but the creator may comprehend has been performed only once ever, by the Creator of creators, and who may dare to rise to His bar?
Travel John Lennon: Lennon Peace Monument Unveiled in Liverpool Cynthia (Lennon) asked everyone to seek the kind of peace Lennon enjoyed, which was to have a good time. "Go and have a good time," she said.
Musing An Indian Ruminates on Independence Day Though some of us speak of lost values and vanished principles, none will risk disruption of this opiate prosperous state of being.
Musing My Grandmother, A Remembrance Full of Regrets She raised her six children there, turning from a soft-spoken woman — as she battled her way through life — to a parsimonious tyrant, raising money through every means to send them through school and college.
Bangalore Dreams and Birds, and Cricket at the Dentist’s The needle was long, and the barrel huge, so my jaw died for a while. The Dentist tore into my teeth, all the while speaking with his assistant about Kumble’s fantastic century.
Bangalore With U.R. Ananthamurthy and Abdul Rasheed Ananthamurthy stoked Rasheed's thoughts, and mine, put forth his views, and the possibilities crackled and multiplied.
Musing Our Bucolic Neighbours, and Some Questions on Land Use We could see the horizon on all sides now, and fertile land running all the way up to it. I wondered at the wisdom of granting arable land to the industry when the nation suffers a shortage of it.
