As I was scouring the dark and musty corners of the world wide web in search of inspirational literature and incisive commentary, I came across these gems. Now, I am a fan, and not a critic of Indian english. I think there is something special, unique and rich about our way of distorting the Queen’s … Continue reading To B or not to B
The line is serpentine. Long and winding. Young and Old. Baking in the cruel sunshine of May. This line rests uneasily on the sides of the concrete whitewashed walls which radiate even more heat. There is no shade to be seen for miles. No water except that which streams down profusely as salty sweat. No respite. No … Continue reading The darkness at the end of the tunnel
Now that the sun’s rays have been imprisoned, kicking and screaming, under the Chennai horizon, my mind is ready to contemplate, cogitate and meditate (among other verbs) on the broader issue of religious identity. After about 2 minutes of the aforementioned neural activities, I gave up and decided to leave the job to technorati and … Continue reading Who is a Hindu (anyway)?
The Indian media cowboy is currently busy milking this religious cow. The Guruvayoor temple, yes, the one that exclusively uses Yesudas songs to entertain its miniature idol of Krishna, and yet disallows the venerable singer from actually entering the temple as a result of some white robed gentlemen dipping his head into a tub of … Continue reading Pure Pressure
I added my old college mate’s blog to my blogroll today. Ordinarily, that would have been fairly easy to do. Paste url, hit submit. But then there was the small matter of not knowing what his blog’s url was. Not a problem, one might think. Just the job for Google. Type friend’s name and hit … Continue reading Blogrolling Stone
The language called English considers Delhi its Guantanamo Bay. Lots of bad things are done to it there. Distortion, disrespect and downright torture are commonplace. But for a confused Tamilian who speaks no language particularly well, its just fun. I saw there “Fire Safety instructions” at my office in Delhi. 13 very life-saving instructions, extremely … Continue reading A Conjunctional Catastrophe
The capital visited me yesterday, and for the purposes of making small talk, people kept asking me about what the weather was like in Delhi. To answer that question, I recap my trip thus. Taxi to Chennai airport. Weather – Windy (the windows were open). Chennai Airport, Weather – Crowded (the temperature, humidity and pressure … Continue reading The weather was capital
Words cannot do justice. Those puny little things made of “letters” and categorized into “nouns” and “verbs” and such, just do not cut it. Krish Raghav, my junior sibling, presents, for your viewing pleasure, no, viewing orgasm, The King of Jalsa and the Emperor of Jilpa Since a single blog post for two Ubergods is … Continue reading The King of Jalsa and the Emperor of Jilpa
I have been asked by several friends, colleagues and other specimens on my two cents on the Dayanidhi Maran issue. Now I have a fundamental disinterest in Indian politics. Its dark humour now fails to make me laugh and its exasperating ineffectiveness has dried up all my tears. So, rather than humour everybody with a … Continue reading My 81 paise (at today’s exchange rate)
A few days back, I saw an interesting political advertisement near my home and I wondered about the entire ad design process that resulted in this visual and politically stimulating masterpiece. The Customer Need The customer is a young man, by political standards. Fortyish perhaps. Rising fast through the ranks. Son of a political martyr … Continue reading An advertising case study
