Monthly Archives: October 2005

On Saturday, when I heard about the bomb blasts in Delhi, memories of 1997 ran crazy in my head. Looking under the bus seats became a habit. The collective memory of Delhi includes accounts of violence, terrorism and accidental fires. … Continue reading →

Bomb blasts in Delhi. Fortunately the family is safe. This has been a turbulent year for the sub-continent. I cannot imagine the grief of those who have lost loved ones or witnessed this act of terror. The festival of lights … Continue reading →

Madras has been coming under heavy rains. There’s also a cyclone on it’s way – Ongole. Chennai Help has been started by a team of bloggers to provide updates on the situation. This year has had more than it’s fair … Continue reading →

Today is Blog Quake Day. As DesiPundit puts it – We request each of you to make a small post about the earthquake, and direct your readers to a suitable avenue for donating to the relief efforts. Please keep in … Continue reading →

Nirmal Verma (1929 – 2005) The way kids grow up in Delhi, my exposure to Hindi Literature was limited. Except for the occasional good story in our Hindi NCERT textbooks, I didn’t know much. My introduction to Hindi Literature was … Continue reading →

I am planning to do a feature at Global Voices on women and feminists from South Asia. The women don’t necessarily have to be feminists and the feminists don’t need to be women. (You get the idea!) While I know … Continue reading →

There are many fences in the world. Fences that alienate, isolate and insult. We spend most of our indifferent to these fences, because it’s mostly just too hard to challenge, and continue challenging. Some of us are even fence sitters. … Continue reading →

A few days ago, I had re-posted a piece written with the backdrop of IIT-D. A commenter said he couldn’t relate to the post (title?). So here it goes – a glimpse into the context. We wrote this piece in … Continue reading →

An early memory is thumbing (with my tiny thumbs and my dad’s bigger ones) through copies of National Geographic and gasp-breathing over the colours and the sheer wow of the photographs. My Appa (father) had a passion for photography – … Continue reading →

All the street signs turn to blur, as salt screens dance in the light, dissolve and shine. Hear the rock’s heart beat out loud, thumping through the city’s growl, and never mind. And you wish you had a guitar to … Continue reading →

Looking at stories written so long ago. The story had created itself as Sri and I were chatting late into the night. At that time it came as a soft reassurance, that nothing would change.. At a time when words … Continue reading →

While badges of honour and merit don’t often matter, they sometimes bring recognition to work done and work that is important given the way we are using social software to engage communities. To me, the turning point in my attitude … Continue reading →