I reluctantly accompanied my friends to the airport four hours before my flight time, all three of us fooling me that I would be able to spend the one hour between their flight and mine watching birds. Little did I know that I would have preferred watching hens hatching eggs to that long wait. On [...]
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Corporate Cacophony
Citizens of corporations continuously expose one another to venomous verbalism in their perpetual efforts to carry themselves as linguistically sound and up to date, like I am doing now. I recently started maintaining a list of distinct patterns in such occurrences. I am hardly immune to such crassness. I simply hope to cut down on [...]
Remembering the Dead
I learnt a new proverb today. chacchinODi kaLLu chAreDu. (The dead fellow had large eyes.) This will become the second proverb that I will recall from now on whenever a public figure dies. The first one is pOyinOLLu andaru machOLLu. (The dead are all good.) In school, our Telugu non-detail textbooks often had six long [...]
How Tom Rob Smith Implicated Mayawati
As someone who reads little contemporary crime fiction, I have taken to reading the highly acclaimed debut novels of each year. Tana French’s In the Woods (2007), Tom Rob Smith’s Child 44 (2008), and Stieg Larsson’s The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (2009). I haven’t come to the latter one yet because I can’t decide [...]
Another Independence Day
We wore ironed white uniforms and dashed off to school before 0800 Hrs. We pinned a paper flag to our breast pockets, loudly practiced speeches and songs, ran around with white powder to draw lines or with banners and ropes pasted with paper flags to hang, and wished each other a happy independence day. To [...]