Mornings

Fingers hover. Eyes blink. Pages, Apple calls this. Memories fade as fast as the next breath. The hands get used to typing on the touch keypad, beginning with some discomfort. And, then the thoughts let loose. The raging fear of time not being enough. And, the blank page. So much to put down, but how? …

Recovery

  For the first time she realized that nothing was permanent in life – friends, circumstances, riches or parental love. She walked into her home and switched on the lights. Her friends were unavailable for various reasons and her parents temporarily engaged with sorting out their fears. All she had was the suitcase she had…

Sea of Poppies – A historical and moving tale with a vibrant cast

    The first three chapters of “Sea of Poppies” I made my way to Sea of Poppies after listening to its author, Amitav Ghosh being interviewed by the BBC, the Chicago Humanties Festival, and few more book clubs. I received my copy from Amazon on Sunday last and began reading the book, promptly discarding…

Travesty. Hyperbole. Johnny Depp is all that in this movie, with traces of the Mad Hatter showing up in his expressions. He begins with a bang and some artifice. I can’t write about his swindling without developing a swagger myself. Which movie am I talking about? Moretdecai, it is. As I watched it with amusement…

Chaplin, the genius who lived ahead of his times

Chaplin, the movie, I watched reluctantly, began to mesmerize as the story unfolded. Anthony Hopkins as the interviewer to Chaplin, piqued my interest. From how Chaplin left U.K. and a woolly mother in a sanitarium, carrying fond hopes about his first love, as he moved towards fame in the USA. His movies were a roaring…

Neil Gaiman on the power of stories

Courtesy  – Brainpickings.org Quoted: “Gaiman illustrates this with the most breath-stopping testament to what we endure for stories as they in turn help us endure, by way of his 97-year-old cousin Helen, a Polish Holocaust survivor: A few years ago, she started telling me this story of how, in the ghetto, they were not allowed…

David Copperfield – By Charles Dickens

This is the first time I had the patience to listen to an entire novel, word by word. Relishing the beautiful music in the words and the sentences that they came together in made my hair stand on end. And, so I began my love affair with Charles Dickens. He wasn’t a part of that…

Driveways

The driveway that led to the main college building was of great renown. Two curved paths originated from two tall, wrought iron gates that fenced the baseball and basketball courts, leading to the principal’s office and the auditorium, which oddly enough faced each other. If you moved ahead you faced a few interesting choices. First,…

Fiction – Mapping a Character

Naomi looked out of her living room window as she sat on a sofa, her feet ensconced in the slightly worn out carpet beneath, as she placed her phone on the side table. She didn’t see the road or the neighbor’s homes that she normally peered at through the window. Lost in a maze of…

Chekov’s characters

Vladimir Nabokov, of brilliant Lolita fame, said of Chekov, “What really attracted the Russian reader was that in Chekhov’s heroes he recognized the Russian idealist. . . a man who combined the deepest human decency of which man is capable with an almost ridiculous inability to put his ideals and principles into action; a man…