Gaman (Muzaffar Ali, 1978) – waiting for that embrace

Someone close to us passed away last week. Barely three months after his mother. Who was closer to us. To Dhanno and me. Death and funeral rites and sorrow notwithstanding, a feud rages on within the family for the small sliver of an apartment that has been home to 10 people in the last 20 years. 200 square feet. I look at the walls, blistered … Continue reading Gaman (Muzaffar Ali, 1978) – waiting for that embrace

crime, music, too much tv viewing leads to insomnia

The haunting music of ‘Broadchurch’, (British crime drama series, Chris Chibnall, 2013) the lingering sadness of death, of betrayal, of deceit, the breathtakingly beautiful landscape of Dorset, the quality of light, reflects everything I love about my favourite crime writers Ian Rankin, P.D. James and Alexander McCall Smith. Reflective, philosophical, triggering thoughts on family, love, forgiveness, humanity, the city, the neighborhood. Dhanno, however, is prone … Continue reading crime, music, too much tv viewing leads to insomnia

in the father’s name

Reading this article http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Single-moms-quest-for-no-fathers-name-on-passport/articleshow/53246715.cms – Priyanka Gupta’s fight for a change in passport rules that makes listing the father’s name mandatory, brought up once again, so many jumbled up strands in my life. I’ve often felt like a coward, because I didn’t take up this fight myself. I evaded it. I was caught up in making a new life for my daughter and me. I … Continue reading in the father’s name

chashme buddoor, old and new – or does God really have the time?

Of course, we all talk in our heads to the people who have made us angry. We are angrier still when we were not able to make those ready retorts quite so readily when they were required. And angrier still if those people are people we never meet and can only have imaginary conversations with. I don’t know about you but sometimes I am haranguing … Continue reading chashme buddoor, old and new – or does God really have the time?

the rabbit hole is unavoidable, it seems

Sometimes I go down the rabbit hole, and I meet peoples, like the Mad Hatter or some such, people I don’t really know anything about, I know there is a Queen there, somewhere, too, but they make the rabbit hole more … more understandable, comprehensible. imaginable, navigable with their colours and their oddities and their weirdness. The rabbit hole becomes the least of my worries … Continue reading the rabbit hole is unavoidable, it seems