I live in Delhi; and also in all the places I’ve been, and very often in all the places I want to be in or imagine myself to have been in. I love the hills and forests; and music, and laughter, and filter coffee, yoga, cooking, walking and comfortable silences. I write, scribble, doodle and sketch; daydream a lot; read a little bit and remember very little.
O Gentle and Patient Reader, I take the liberty of posting an article—a lament of sorts—written by my dear and departed friend Ghatotkacha in late 2008, soon after the terrible attack by Pakistani-trained terrorists on Mumbai on 26th November 2008. Ghatotkacha was my guide, my teacher, so close…
Oh Most Noble and Patient Reader, a thousand apologies for my long absence. I owe you an explanation. And so I now proceed to explain my absence, briefly, even as I appreciate deeply those agonized whispers and mutters from the back-benchers of “That’s all right, no need to…
I love chess. I played a lot of chess when young. My teachers were my parents, who both played pretty well, though Ma would almost always win against Dad. This was in part due to her skill in arranging devilishly tricky positional traps; but brother Bala and…
[Statutory warning: politically incorrect; scatological. May be offensive to nationalists, communists, communalists and other ideologists. Any resemblance to any real characters or events is entirely intentional] I’m so happy for our young Indian athletes who did so well at the just-concluded Paralympics in Paris; in all they won…
Wanderings and Wonderings 