As someone born into the “upper caste”, I have been gluttonously oblivious about the travesty of caste hierarchy in India in the first few years of my life. There is guilt and shame for the ignorance, but that is now, after being introduced to the reality. Being young and a female probably added to the …
Category: Non Fiction
Tribhanga
Artist: Jamini Roy, 1943 Twelve years, does it count for anything? Anything at all? The polished mirror with its intricate wooden carvings had stood the ruthlessness of time. Kannagi ran her fingers over the chiseled wood, tracing the sturdy wooden roses, wooden jasmines, wooden climbers and their wooden leaves. She carefully avoided stumbling upon her …
தென்தமிழக பயணம்
பொதுவாகவே தமிழகத்தின் வடக்குமுகத்தில் வசிப்பவர்களுக்கு தென்தமிழகத்தின் அடியாழத்தில் நீந்த வேண்டும் என்ற ஆவல் இருக்கும். என்னுடைய நெடுநாள் ஆசையும் அது தான். காரணம், சுந்தர ராமசாமி, நாஞ்சில் நாடன், ஜெயமோகன், வைக்கம் முஹம்மது பஷீர் போன்றோர்களினால் எனக்கு அறிமுகமான சேர நாட்டின் எழில். கலைப் படைப்பு என்றாலே அதில் ஒரு துளியேனும் மிகை பொதிந்திருக்கும். மிகையும் யதார்த்த உலகும் ஒன்றும் புள்ளி ஒரு கனவு நிலை. நானும், நண்பர் எஸ்ஸும் அப்படி ஒரு கனவுலகை எதிர்நோக்கியே மூன்று …
Life-size Raindrop
Poet Manushyaputhiran’s “Aaluyara Mazhaiththuli” (ஆளுயர மழைத்துளி), translated. Tiny and huge,raindrops, galore. A life-size raindropwalkson the rainy road. Walking besidethousands and thousandsof raindropsavoiding getting drenched,holding the haft of the cloth,it scurries pastbeneath a little umbrella. Even youmust be going behindone of those life-size raindropsknowing well thatit will meltthe momentyou set your eyes. Yet,in the moment preceding,you surrender your …
Rockstar – Passion Redefined
Prelude: Sometimes, not every time, listening to a piece of music or a song can be an experience. What it invokes in the listener matters more than what it is. It is a bit wonderlandish, perhaps, but that is what dil se music can do to you. “Rockstar”’s music is a heartfelt product of A.R.Rahman’s …
Man of joy – au revoir!
The show is over. The curtains are drawn. Confetti are descending slowly to the ground, succumbing to the gravitational pull. Yet, like the obsessed Nilambari of Padayappa, I re-read and re-watch Sachin’s farewell speech, again and again. Ideally, like a true cricket fan, I could watch his batting exploits in YouTube, handpicked by experts and …
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