Despite intentions to cancel newspaper subscriptions and a genuine temptation to donate my television set to our building sweeper, I could not resist reading, day after day and watching television night after night the sickening scenario of the Adarsh building scam, the CWG day light robbery and the “Raja reality” show. (more…)
Have you ever felt a hollowness in the centre of your chest? A gigantic emptiness? I mean physically. As if a living organism, a preciousness had suddenly taken flight leaving a void full of unbearable pain, the kind that even Thecla and I have not experienced during the pain filled days since she started her dialysis in April of this traumatic year. (more…)
I do not jog any more. Age, that much feared and ever vigilant phenomenon like the Tax collector, has caught up with me and mercilessly squeezed me dry of much of the energy I had, like the remnants of an over used tube of toothpaste.
But I still walk the Bandra waterfront. Carter Road, Bandstand and the Joggers Park, come rain or shine. But now I walk slowly, deliberately preserving by breath as well as my footfalls as if the treasure God has gifted to me for “caretaking” might suddenly disappear. (more…)
There must be hundreds of Hume pipes lying all over Mumbai. Gigantic concrete ones meant to be used for storm water drainage into the sea.
They make for BMC forgotten temporary, very temporary housing for millions of homeless people who are merely a statistic for the powers that govern the city and a passing landscape for the well heeled people like you and me. (more…)
