Raat Akeli Hai

I like the songs of frogs and whisper of crickets, especially in films. Raat Akeli Hai is full of these sounds. My ears were sharper than the poke of a single stray hair hanging by the shoulder. In DC, where we stayed at Georgetown University, the cicadas kept me smiling. I walked around the campus,Continue reading “Raat Akeli Hai”

Because of Joan Didion

I mentioned Joan Didion for the first time in Seattle today. I must have said her name in my mind plenty of times but for the first time today, in Seattle (I cannot say this enough) I said her name out loud to my roommate. My roommate is from Lebanon. Her name is Maha. SheContinue reading “Because of Joan Didion”

What I learnt from reading The Murder Room by PD James

It’s probably a bad idea to read a detective novel over three months. You forget who died, who had the most convenient alibi, and whose house was most unkempt. But if you’re reading PD James’ The Murder Room, it’s pardonable to stretch it for as long as you want. The murder is just a backgroundContinue reading “What I learnt from reading The Murder Room by PD James”

Meta Diaries – Days Three, Four, Five and Six

Day Three The film review contest had 20 participants. Some lizards wanted to know the name of the film so they could watch it aaram se at home. Some Dengue mosquitoes decided to participate only if the name of the film sounded interesting. So what did we screen? Let’s just say that when I closedContinue reading “Meta Diaries – Days Three, Four, Five and Six”

To Bombay from Bombay

I must return to Bombay for several reasons. One because I tricked myself into believing that a poem is enough but it never is and two because I am reading Vivian Gornick. Seven years between you and a city of your childhood is enough to make you want to give up everything in its honour.Continue reading “To Bombay from Bombay”

Mangalore, Dec 2017

Some cities are like Bollywood songs. You might forget the lyrics but you’ll still remember the tune, one or two specific words, the hero’s jataks, and the heroine’s mataks. Mangalore is that ooru. I’ll only know it through its sounds. The frogs are alive and croaking, the trucks on the Kottara Chowki highway drone onContinue reading “Mangalore, Dec 2017”

Dilli

2015 Some cities share their stories with us so fiercely that when we leave, we don’t miss them anymore because their stories quietly replace them. For the longest time, Delhi was lived quite precariously within the strong red walls of Karnataka Bhavan and its sombre neighbour, Ansal Plaza. This was where we headed to forContinue reading “Dilli”