Tribute
A Deathless Resilience
I fail to recall a numbness as halting as this. A roster of the tallest icons of this age have risen and lapsed in my lifetime. Yet, as the sun sank to the cries of the barrel this evening, one could sense that it marked not the end of the day, but the closing of …
A Meditation on Madras
This piece was written to mark the 376th ‘Madras Day’. 22nd August 2015: Madras Day One’s youth is a deeply formative period. Its climax is an entry into the ‘real world’ (whatever that means). As I enter this strange new place, I’m looking into myself, carefully, to develop an understanding. In the wilderness of creation, an …
An end to an era
Yesterday was the first time I wept at the death of a public personality. I kept asking myself what it was about Dr Kalam that shook me up this way. Being a sentimental chap, I would have grieved anyway at Dr Kalam’s death, but the grief came more readily, I thought, as the leader who …