C for Coming home

This is my workplace. I learnt to read & write here. Over the years, I have tried & failed at finding the right words to say how grateful I am to be here. Futile as it may be, I never tire of trying again – and this time, in the spirit of #DalitHistoryMonth (er, still)Continue reading “C for Coming home”

T for Teaching

This one is hard but it’s about love so it’s also easy. I am here somewhere, with my students. Behind us, on a screen is a black & white photo of Joan Didion. It was my idea to have her there. Let’s take a picture & send it to her, I told them. And theyContinue reading “T for Teaching”

Meta Diaries – 2020: Part one

Meta is 8-years-old❤️ Here are some thoughts after 2 days. I’ve been thinking a lot about the kind of energy and education it takes to recognize when you are being humiliated. I don’t have very many feelings about Kumbalangi Nights but a scene I find myself returning to over and over again is the hairContinue reading “Meta Diaries – 2020: Part one”

What 2019 taught me

At a Gender Bender panel last year, Paromita Vohra said that paying attention to something was a way of loving it. It was a truth that I could hold in my hands for hours — and be struck with its simple marvels for a long time after. 2019 was great, funny, curious, strange, and sad.Continue reading “What 2019 taught me”

Part One – Meta Diaries: What does Fire in the Tongue mean?

Meta is seven-years-old. I will keep coming back to this again and again, but let’s move on for now. The theme this year is Fire in the Tongue. It can mean anything you want it to mean. At the inauguration however, it came to mean something else and I can’t see it any other wayContinue reading “Part One – Meta Diaries: What does Fire in the Tongue mean?”

To Adult means what?

No one told me that a big part of being an adult is paperwork. I spent all of last week being a good adult. And must now die in the nostalgia of sweet childhood where being adult was a lot more fun. I am still hungry for the romance that I assume will only arrive afterContinue reading “To Adult means what?”

The Prof. Barbra Naidu Prize for the Personal Essay 2018

Department of English, St. Joseph’s College (Autonomous)  is announcing the sixth edition of The Prof. Barbra Naidu Prize for the Personal Essay 2018. If I could, I would write for this Prize. Because Friending/Unfriending seems like my full life only. There was Rashmi who I sat next to in first standard. We never spoke butContinue reading “The Prof. Barbra Naidu Prize for the Personal Essay 2018”

Tuesday, 6:45 pm, Department

Alison Bechdel, Virginia Woolf, Nagraj Manjule Strange day. Finished reading Alison Bechdel’s ‘Are you My Mother?’ this morning. She took me to Woolf like no one else has – not even Woolf herself. Bechdel’s dream sequences are told and drawn with so much ferocity that they begin to seep into the non -dream sequences asContinue reading “Tuesday, 6:45 pm, Department”

Story > History

I like stories more than histories. Sometimes I can’t be too sure of the difference between the two but I imagine story as the wrinkled old face of a grandmother with a soothing afternoon voice narrating, gesturing, singing, touching, and laughing. And I imagine history in the sturdy shape of a wooden foot ruler inContinue reading “Story > History”