Jul 5, 2020 | Prose
1. All of the day before, I’d walked from Marpha to Lete keeping on the west side of the river, on the gently undulating, gravely motor road. On the other, east side was where the winter trail ran, threading tiny little-known villages hidden in the cypress forest or...
May 30, 2020 | Prose
In my mind art falls on a spectrum of ‘that which is to be consumed by people’ to ‘that which is only to be consumed by the maker of the art’. Wherever it falls on the spectrum, all art, I believe, at its core is made with the itch to express oneself. The desperation...
May 23, 2020 | Prose
I believe that emotions and opinions are important aspects of learning. It is important to have opinions. One should have more than one opinion. And one should also have the freedom to change them without having to be branded as ambivalent or fickle. This way when a...
May 14, 2020 | Prose
Power is everywhere, and it is ironic that its manifestation is stark in the institutions which have been created with a sincere hope to establish equity in societies. A ghastly aspect of power underlies the higher educational institutions in India today. Formulated...
May 2, 2020 | Prose
I am not in any way directly related to the film industry. I am not a student of a film school. I am not a theatre actor. I have a very crude understanding about the art and the craft of acting. A lot of the people I know and interact with are also very similar to me,...
Oct 25, 2019 | Prose
The tools of the mind can be wrongly used, but the mind possesses no wrong tools The above quote is from one of my favourite books written by Hugh Prather called Notes to Myself. If you are looking for a book to read then you can take your chance with this one. All...
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