Musing Remembering the Sounds of Yesterday The radio-voices of distant foreigners sounded magical in my room. The sound that evokes the most nostalgia in me is Willis Conover’s Jazz-Hour on the Voice of America, which program came on in the evening, opening with Take the A Train.
Bangalore Just Another Evening In My City I wonder where they were before yesterday and where they've gone today.
Musing America is the Oldest Civilsation in the World Diverse peoples emigrating to America have carried in their baggage old and new know-how that goes into making a civilization.
Musing We Didn't Get a Future, But We Got a Past Alright He lined up the top scorers in the month's class-tests on his left and gave each a palm-sized certificate of merit. Next, he lined up those who scored the least on his right and lashed them till his cane broke.
Musing Thanks, Di She's given me many pats on my back, so in a way, she's who keeps my blog going. Last fortnight she mentioned my blog twice on her page. Thanks, Di.
Musing MM Is Right "Let's call the whole thing off," the great old man said, going all the way to the brink. "We'll lose talent, and then we'll lose some 210 billion dollars of yearly business."
Musing Missed the Moon By belief, a moon-sighting on Ugadi day would have brought a year's load of luck.
Musing A Wedding, and the Celebrity Tax Arun Nayar, of whom we know very less, married Elizabeth Hurley, of whom we’ve known not much more. It was an expensive wedding, topped by a celebrity tax.
Musing The Living, Among The Dead I catch a glimpse of a crowd of tombstones, and I have an anxious passing thought that they'll appear in my dreams. They haven't.
Musing Life and Death She was dark, unwashed, uncombed, and Christian or Hindu—her family could be serving the Hindu dead in front and Christians behind.
Musing Parzania I have said I am Hindu wherever I have gone in the world, and until I saw these banners, never thought I need to fear saying it.
Musing A Red Week In January The walls of the Palace Grounds are painted with the portraits of comrades Che and Marx. The caption to Che asks the worker to “rise with indignation."
Musing Bond, A Lesser Bond I’ve known only the grand sleek Bond of the movies, not this guy, a smaller fellow in his undertakings, but a Bond rendered in clean, energetic prose.
Bangalore A Matter of Meat The sacs hang before shop-fronts the way flower-strings dangle on stall-fronts at Gandhi Bazaar and Malleshwaram.
