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.
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.
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.
With U.R. Ananthamurthy and Abdul Rasheed Ananthamurthy stoked Rasheed's thoughts, and mine, put forth his views, and the possibilities crackled and multiplied.
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.
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.
Just Another Evening In My City I wonder where they were before yesterday and where they've gone today.
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.
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.
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.