December 22, 2013


Diamonds in the Detritus


I remember how in my childhood time was like a river of molasses where I’d twiddle my thumbs like a noonday fly waiting for my father to return with the promised goodies. Waiting for the monthly issues of comics was a lingering torment -the dates stood motionless like banyan trees, weeks seemed impenetrable like the […]

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December 19, 2013


Sirens Spell Danger -Three Novellas


Sirens Spell Danger is a collection of three novellas penned by a troika of bloggers, C. Suresh, Radha Sawana and Karthik L, well known and admired in the Indian blogosphere. While the favourite carriage of C. Suresh is humour, he manages to touch various shades of life in his subtle way. Karthik L specializes in […]

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December 3, 2013


Writing is So Long

Image Credit & Copyright M.Q.Naufal

As a student of Logic in my younger years, the first two examples of absolutely positive and negative statements I stumbled upon were, (1)   Man is mortal. (2)   No man is perfect. So utterly true are these sentences and so often repeated that they stand eroded of all meaning and gravity, and at times I […]

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November 23, 2013


Exit Motherboard


One fine afternoon a fortnight ago my desktop Titan slipped into a deep sleep, ignoring all attempts to power it on. Having mulled over the lull, the wilting grey lump in my balding skull concluded a malfunction in the circuitry of the cabinet. It had to be that, what with the power button erring, fans […]

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November 20, 2013


Beyond I, Robot

Image credit I, Robot

It was in the early Nineties that I started reading Isaac Asimov. Goaded by lingering childhood urges, I picked up I, Robot, a collection of stories about evolution of robotics, sometimes supervised by Dr Susan Calvin, a phenomenal Robopsychologist, never to look back. The book is also famous for the Three Laws of Robotics, propounded […]

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November 3, 2013


Fungus on the Filter


The opposite of time is memories. Memories, a span with no beginning, no end, no periods, only nebulous swaths of consciousness. Memories don’t tumble terminally like the sand in an hourglass. Or tick away with the finality of the arms of a clock: thud, thud, thud…. They are like the fungus on the filter of […]

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October 27, 2013


End of Dusk


The evening is still, the birds silent, the wind dead like a tramp, flopped on a footpath. The sky is dressed in dust and dusk. His lungs cannot pull in half the air they used to soak till the last summer. The pain is boring holes through his shins. It has been welling up for […]

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October 6, 2013


The Cuckoo’s Calling -A Review


“The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.” ‘J. K. Rowling writing as Robert Galbraith’, proclaims a round, black sticker on the volume of The Cuckoo’s Calling, and indeed, that is the reason I have read this crime fiction, seeped in the […]

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September 9, 2013


The Blind Man’s Garden –A Review


Nadeem Aslam’s The Blind Man’s Garden is a dark story of a devout Muslim, proud and penitent of the lost glory of Islam, set against the turbulent aftermath of 9/11 massacre.  Afghanistan is smoldering in the grisly conflict between Al Qaeda and American forces. Wolfish local warlords are adding fuel to the hellfire by their […]

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August 26, 2013


Dear Father of the Nation


“Leave India in God’s hands, in modem parlance, to anarchy; and that anarchy may lead to internecine warfare for a time, or to unrestricted dacoities. From these a true India will arise in place of the false one we see.” ~ Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, 24th May, 1942  “In handing over the Government of India to […]

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July 28, 2013


A Sliver of Platinum


Dispel the crowds from the pathways, Faakir, I am just dozing in the dust, not dying. ~Sudarshan Faakir  I guess it is a pale shadow of the original. I have always had this problem with translations. But sometimes, no other words convey the mood, or if they are there, I fail to grab them in […]

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May 31, 2013


Breeze on the Grass

Image credit: Viktor Vasnetsov

“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamouring to become visible.” ~Vladimir Nabakov My dear readers, we have been together these past years. I have known the unwavering love of some of you who have stood by me through the thick […]

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