Museum of Memories
Memories. They’re good and they are ugly at times. They’re fascinating and they can be terrible. Despite variations, I am fond of all of them as they together make up what I am today. Most of the time memories have a bit of restlessness meandering between large spaces of pure joy. One of the fondest...
In perfect symmetry
In perfect symmetry Review of ‘In the light of darkness’ by Radhika Maira Tabrez Any book that talks of books is a book I love. Any tale that makes imagination seem real is a tale that must be read. Fiction that touches a chord in your heart is the real fiction. There will obviously...
Between now or never
Between now or never – Review of DANGLE by Sutapa Basu Thrillers, I had written in some earlier post, are not just about guns and grenades, but about the impact of the battles of minds. The mind creates a thriller if it really wants to… and this is what Sutapa Basu has done in...
The backlash of an opportunity
The backlash of an opportunity My existence is no less than the life of characters in a thriller because like them, I was born the day my mortal creator decided that I was to be born. But where characters in a novel get authors to patronise them, nurture them and nourish them and they...
A season of fests
We used to be a nation of pujas, visarjans, and sale dhamakas during Dusshera and Diwali earlier but the definition of fests seems to have changed. There are now a different set of fests all around and all over the country… just as common as conclaves are for publications and writing workshops are on the...
Bags and bags and bags of pain
Pain and conflict surrounds us in myriad forms and we understand only a part of it. We empathise with a much lesser part of what we understand and we are in a position to alleviate only a fraction of it all. But like Kirthi Jayakumar, the writer of ‘The Dove’s Lament’, we need to know...
Mating the meeting
‘Forget grammar. Forget logic. Forget the logic of grammar or the grammar of logic. Just remember that I have a meeting today.’ This is what Ajay told me in a few hurried punches. Now before you shoot your left eyebrow up in a gesture of surprise, let me add that I am Ajay’s laptop and...
The writer of ‘high-octane thrillers’
It was the Asian Age that called his writings ‘high-octane thrillers’ and as my review of one of his books agrees with this opinion, I thought it was best to pick the words to title my chit-chat on a few interesting aspects on the writer’s world. Kulpreet, the person, is unnervingly straight-forward and has a...
Where shadows are swallowed by the sky
Imagine a black & white world where each shadow struts like it is the only shadow in the world and refuses to be one with any other. There is a great shadow animosity reigning all over. Then there is another world where the sky is dark enough to make the shadows disappear into each other...
A story in an anthology
One story A part of many others Is different and lives a life of its own So does mine And yet as you will read them You’ll see links popping up Connecting one with the other Making this anthology Not just a study in intrigue But also a composite novel The first That India gives...
The side effect of an itch. Review of ‘Chronicles of Urban Nomads’
I remember asking my drawing teacher one day after school, ‘Sir, what should I do to improve my drawing skills?’ He answered, ‘Learn to look at everything from multiple perspectives.’ He then asked me to look at the empty classroom from where I was standing and then wanted me to lie down flat on the...
