A very private moment in a very public place

Have you ever had that moment? Standing still in the middle of Bombay’s VT at rush hour, as people stream past you, thinking of something that seems terribly important? Sitting on a cement bench in the CP Inner Circle in Delhi, as it slowly comes to life in the morning, sipping chai and reading Said’s [...]

Today

Clouds. Grey, heavy with rain, off to the left. Thick and white overhead. And some wispy, hardly there, floating across the patches of blue.
Sun. Patches of bright light, warmth. Hide and seek. Never completely gone, the light promising return.
Wind. Roaring through trees, corridors. Dropping to a gentle breeze, teasing. Playing with clothes, hair. Fighting clothes, [...]

Nightmares

of Rahul Bose dressed as a pirate inspire this post. If I get it out of my system, it might stop plaguing me!
Two movies last week – Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man’s Chest and Pyaar ke Side Effects.
Pirates was great fun. Johnny Depp as Cap’n Sparrow is Cap’n Sparrow, of course. The movie’s hilarious. [...]

Bodies

I was reading an essay while invigilating the exam today (Mari Matsuda on the construction of masculinity), and I was struck by what she says about how the abstract individual of polity doesn’t have a body, except as something he needs in order to exist… here’s the actual quote, I can’t put it better than:
…the “abstract [...]

What goes around…

…comes around. Only, I didn’t think it would so soon! Thanks to @, I’m the victim of my own tag. Now I have to write about another city.
I considered Delhi, and I considered Bangalore, but decided on the little English town where I spent a year studying. Just to be fancy. So here goes:

Summer Sunday [...]

Hyderabad

I was commenting on this post, and realised there was a full post in there, not just a comment! So here’s my own list of five things-to-do in Hyderabad – apart from the ones Kunal’s already suggested!

Visit Birla Mandir as the sun is setting. Sit on the marble steps eating the pieces of coconut they hand out, and [...]

Lovely poem

Are the angels of her bed the angels
who come near me alone in mine?
Are the green trees in her window
the color I see in ripe plums?
If she always sees backward
and upside down without knowing it
what chance do we have? I am haunted
by the feeling that she is saying
melting lords of death, avalanches,
rivers and moments of [...]