A stubborn, arid wind galloped past his ear as he walked on the pavement. Golden stings sent forth by the ball of fire landed on his face. He tried to use his coat to protect himself from the attack, but the wind didn't relent. A dry storm is on its way, he thought. In that moment of... Continue Reading →
Wish Upon a Star
When I was younger, I used to spend time looking at the night sky. I used to look at the stars and feel a fascination flow through me. Whenever I did this, I felt someone up there was watching us. Someone who was so happy that he wanted me to share his happiness. Someone who... Continue Reading →
Telephones
Our village has been blessed with telephones. More communication, they say. Quicker, faster, bringing people closer; and you don't even have to go anywhere. Aunt Polly, who never ceases to tell stories of her nephew who is sailing the high seas, has more tales to narrate. Some of them, I'm sure, are fabricated. Whoever heard... Continue Reading →
While I Wasn’t Writing
Of late, I haven't been able to write all the nothing I wanted to. I haven't been able to put on paper or on the blog all those poems I think of when I visualize the countryside. Those stories that I want to say about the crumbling society around us, and how there could be... Continue Reading →
Academic Excellence and St. Stephen’s College: A response by Thane Richard
This is a guest post byTHANE RICHARD
I recently read an article in Kafila – more like an angry, reflective rant – written by some students from St. Stephen’s College in Delhi.  To quickly summarize, the piece criticized the draconian views of the Principal of St. Stephen’s College regarding curfews on women’s dormitories and his stymying of his students’ democratic ideals of discussion, protest, and open criticism.  More broadly, though, the article’s writers seemed to be speaking about the larger stagnant institution of Indian higher education, overseen by a class of rigid administrators represented by this sexist and bigoted Principal, as described by the students.  The students’ frustration was palpable in the text and their story felt to me like a perfect example of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.  Except Indian students are not an unstoppable force.  Not even close.
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Dubliners
I've just finished reading Dubliners by James Joyce. When I picked up this collection of short stories, it was to discover for myself what the whole deal about Joyce really was. Alternatively, it was also because I thought reading short stories was taking the baby step to reading Ulysses. When I was reading the first... Continue Reading →
Euphemisms
I'm not sure when all of this became such a burden. Most people say that your heart knows where you need to go, where you need to be and with who you need to be. But what if your heart doesn't talk to you anymore? I get into a local train and feel suffocated more... Continue Reading →
And yes, that’s just my opinion!
I've been meaning to blog about a class I took recently. After some prodding by a colleague, I joined what I call a 'syllable' class. Of course, the right way to call it would be the Stress and Intonation class, but I call it the 'syllable' class. These are enhancement classes that take place in... Continue Reading →
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