An old & ordinary friend

He lost his father while he was still in his early teens. The confusing cusp between infancy & adult life, where an unknown outside world stands in sharp contrast to a simpler inside one. I didn’t know him well then and that event passed me by without a trace. My memories of him were that …

The Money Ceiling

My grandfather was a buccaneering entrepreneur. People often cautioned him to temper the scale of his risks and the expansiveness of his ambition. His pithy response to those concerns were that he came to Bombay from Kumbakonam in a dhoti and if required he would return to Kumbakonam in a dhoti. Inspiring fearlessness faces adversity …

Love beyond Language

The year was 1987. The lead protagonist stepped out of his office to quietly melt into an anonymous sidewalk in the closing scene of the film. I leave the theatre before the lights come on, surrounded by an evocative closing soundtrack. In slow and measured paces, I find my way into the 122 bus back …

The abiding stillness of boredom

Last year I spent a lovely weekend in the forest at Pench. It was a forest bathed in brown dust and a searing landscape with the sun beating down on the sunscreen and sliding it across the curve of my head and into the corners of my eye. Roaming around the forest and watching animals …