25/06/2018 BLR Donald Hall, your words serve a beacon for this one who is progressing along, trying not to intensely gaze at each passing month, at each year… and just live. With the force of a Himalayan stream, Alaknanda may be, and flow down to Haridwar and spread out in the plains to meet the … Continue reading Clocking time on earth and the experience of it
Apa PantAdorable adorable writing by Apa Pant. I knew that an Indian diplomat received HH Dalai Lama when he escaped from Tibet. Didn’t knew it was Apa. Guess I’ve been thinking of Maharashtra and it’s people a little too much lately, to be coming across books and people from the state. His dedication page is … Continue reading
“one man’s vulgarity is another man’s lyric”…. Stoked by the use of such flourishes in Kerala High Court’s judgment. I’d want to read more from Chief Justice Antony Dominic and Justice Dama Seshadri Naidu for being so lyrical yet delivering righteous, clear cut judgments. Outstanding use of language in legal realm. May be Ph.D in … Continue reading Indian Courts fascinate
Reading a piece by Zephoria after long. Brilliant, illuminating piece this time. These lines… outstanding! Many people have a moment where they wake up and feel like the world doesn’t really work like they once thought or like they were once told. That moment of cognitive reckoning is overwhelming. It can be triggered by any … Continue reading Zephoria’s writing
Debraj Ray again - That was Kenneth Arrow: self-effacing, razor-sharp, a genius; ever ahead of himself, ever ahead of his time.
How on earth did I miss this adorable little recall of Debraj Ray meeting Kenneth Arrow, years back. Ray’s was my first ever econ text. Forever influenced me! I walked into his office. It was small and cluttered, full of books that went up high. It had a vertical rather than horizontal feel. Arrow himself … Continue reading Ray’s encounter with Arrow
17/06/2018Trying not to read. To walk in the rain, get to work. But it falls apart often…And love poems are not easy to writefor absent ones: can’t remember any morethe colour of their eyes, try as one might.
When there’s nothing else to doWilliam Burroughs speaks of why and when of his writing. No fancy reason. Plain boredom, perhaps. Someone now got plenty of it and nearing that age -BURROUGHSI started to write in about 1950; I was thirty-five at the time; there didn’t seem to be any strong motivation. I simply was … Continue reading
Pause at the edge of the country’…and it’s not this end but all the days of going under from which I will have to recover.’Remarkable end of an otherwise explicit piece by Erica Ehrenberg. More Scandinavian pieces this week.
“What are our expectations? Which of the things we desire are within reach? If not now, when? And will there be some left for me?” —Anthony Bourdain