West Bengal rings as Rasagullas, Rolls, and Rabindranath Tagore. But the truth is West Bengal which was once the capital of British India has much more to it than what it is stereotyped for. This balmy state on the east homes not only India's Nobel Laureate, Rabindranath Tagore but also several other intellectuals and reformers.… Continue reading Bengal Diaries (I)
The tempo rising steadily, the chorus matching up with the fast notes and then, Nusrat's voice hits an ecstatic high. Inadvertently I close my eyes. "Allahoo hoo... Allahoo.. allah" slowly fading into background. If it had not been for my father's broad music taste, which I thought was a bit bizarre(even eccentric) during my childhood because he chose… Continue reading Remembering Nusrat
Sixty eight years ago, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister of independent India, made one of the most inspiring speeches ever by a head of government to his countrymen. The PM urged young India to start spreading her wings out into the vast expanses of freedom. He spoke about the ‘triumphs’ and ‘achievements’ that… Continue reading Revisiting the ‘Tryst with Destiny’
It's been more than half a decade since I set my foot in this small, over crowded, yet feel-at-home-city -Bangalore. I had come here with the intention of going back to my native "soon". And soon has been running its six year. Having stayed here for quite sometime, I've upgraded from Kannada gothilla to Kannada… Continue reading Up close with Bangalore – Koshy’s
A random day in a random year. My wall has been littered with advertisements, campaigns, rants, pictures and all kinds of relevant and irrelevant information. Oh sorry, forgot to mention, Facebook 'wall'. I scrolled up and down aimlessly on my computer screen. For most of the Malayalees, elections are high on priority. Pictures of streaked… Continue reading A random post
"Really? You write in Malayalam? But why? How?" Many a times I have been asked this question and sadly, I still fail to give a concrete answer. The truth is, at times, I'm drawn into this inexplicable urge of writing in Malayalam. The obscure pleasure I get when I breath life into words and those words… Continue reading The estranged daughter
I get drunk on the showers, And sway in the cold breeze, But know that, its your presence That I wait for everyday Oh do not be sulky I stay tightly curled Weary of strange hands, And walled by callous thorns, For its on your care, that I unfurl And your love that I spread… Continue reading Confessions of a red rose
Staring in amazement at a view so magnificent - I gasped for more air, from my room at Hotel Bharat. Himalayas always have been that sweet distant dream which lay untouched in the dusty corner of my heart. You day-dream of this colossal mountain range, go through innumerable insta-pictures and travelogues that it seem so close and yet so… Continue reading Her Majesty has summoned!