Category Society

A Ticking Time Bomb

Yesterday, in Chandannagar, we came across a long forgotten scene, where a rickshaw with a loudspeaker, went rattling by through alleys and by-lanes of that crowded little old town, blaring a public announcement from a pre-recorded audio tape. Such means of information dissemination is not new and not forgotten, we frequently have them at our […]

The “Quiet Crisis” in Indian Education & its not-so-quiet repercussion

Firstpost published an article today 1 on the fascination of Indian politicians for foreign academic degrees. The article suggests that it is not knowledge per se, that our politicians are after (no wonder there), but the apparent leg up in one’s social status that associating with the word ‘foreign’ gives, is what they seek the […]

“When Charity Kills”……… A Not So Fantastic Fiction Set In A Not So Unforeseeable Future

So, I am reading this chapter on Human Population and fuming inside on the reckless breeding tendencies of us humans and God decides to send me a demo. Our newly recruited domestic help is sweeping the courtyard, when she is commanded by a woman to “tell Mother to give alms”. When, our recruit, shy by […]

On Daughter’s Day : Confessions of a Misanthrope

“I am adopted”. Not really, no. That’s my favoured way of expressing psuedoindignation at my parents’ divergent philosophies and ideals in life. For instance, they are BIG believers in the hypothetical ‘innate goodness’ of people. They find goodness even in the basest of souls and are always ready to blindly trust anybody and everybody they […]

Children of Iravan

Yesterday, near Victoria Memorial, our car stopped at a red light. It was approached by a eunuch. We parted with a ten and preserved our peace. Today, while Googling Devala Devi  to help me keep up with my mother discussing the history of medieval Delhi, I found that Khusro Khan, the maverick, therefore short term […]

“Speak up Sati; show ’em Savitri” !!

Fortunately, I have found some very caring friends at the University. They indulge me, put up with my whims, even mollycoddle. It is their belief that I am an ignoramus when it comes to the ways of the world, and I am mostly ‘theoretical’, ‘impractical’ and ‘idealistic’, hence in need of ‘gentle treatment’. They use […]

When we say nothing at all.

I admit that my sole connection to the plights of the impoverished multitude is through my genial domestic help, whom I call Boudi (sister-in-law) and who in turn calls me Didi (elder sister). In the middle of her morning rush washing, cleaning and doing other household chores, dashing between my house and my neighbours’, she […]