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Veet — A Brick

And so the talk turned to sons who don’t take as good care of their ageing parents as they should. The blame shifts to the daughter-in-law. The son gets off the hook — old story. Which reminds me of the “sthalapurana” or origin story of the temple in Pandarpur in Maharashtra where Vithoba is the residing deity. The story features the filial Pundalik who gets married and then starts treating his parents badly. Wanting a respite, the parents propose to go on a pilgrimage to […]

What Is Desi Mentality – Life of Dr.Desi

What Is Desi Mentality – Life of Dr.Desi by Ramesh Mahadevan Warning : Dr Roy, Please hit ‘n’ now! WARNING: Any kind of stereotyping is bad and uncivilized, we are told. But most of us have conjured up an abstract concept called the ‘desi mentality’ that seems to exist out there. While reading the rest of this post, you must remember that ‘desis’, like the designer underwear, come in all shapes, sizes, colors and moral bents. Mister, rather Dr. Desi, is an embodiment of ‘desi […]

My Aunt, the Matunga Mami

It is more than a year since Ramesh Mahadevan passed away. I am so afraid some day his writings will vanish too. So I am going to put up the best of his writing on my site unless it violates some law or the other. To newbies who never knew RM and will never have a chance to meet the man – just enjoy his writing. It stands the test of time. My Aunt, The Matunga Maami by Ramesh Mahadevan “Mr. Mahadevan Ramesh, I have […]

Kannathil Mutthamittal

Another Tamil movie reference (title of a maniratnam movie), another Bharathiyar poem. I wish I had been this kind of daughter to my dad. சின்னஞ்சிறு கிளியே கண்ணம்மா! செல்வக் களஞ்சியமே! என்னைக் கலி தீர்த்தே உலகில் ஏற்றம் புரிய வந்தாய்! Oh juvenile parrot, my Kannamma! You are the repository of all wealth! You brought me immense happiness and prosperity, you came to elevate my stature in this world! உச்சிதனை முகர்ந்தால் கருவம் ஓங்கி வளருதடி! மெச்சி உனை ஊரார் புகழ்ந்தால் மேனி சிலிர்க்குதடி! When I plant a kiss onto your forehead, my pride […]

Annaya’s Anthropology

Because I am afraid this story by A.K.R will vanish into the Internet once again, I copy and paste it right here for my ready reference in the future.   Annayya’s Anthropology   by A. K Ramanujan translated from Kannada by Narayan Hegde   Annayya couldn’t help but marvel at the American anthropologist.”Look at this Fergusson,” he thought, “he has not only read Manu, our ancient law-giver, but knows all about our ritual pollutions. Here I am, a Brahmin myself, yet I don’t know a […]

The Young Indian Scientist’s Dilemma (1966)

(From an old essay of R.K.Narayan’s — from 1966. Not sure where it was published. I find some of the word choices strange. Hard to believe he could be so tone deaf.)    A young scientist from Madras, who arrived in New York only a week before, met me at my hostel and introduced himself as one longing to hear an Indian voice. He confessed that he found life in America unbearable. He could not make out a word of what his MASTERS (???) or […]

From Jejuri by Arun Kolatkar

Makarand   Take my shirt off and go in there to do pooja? No thanks. Not me. But you go right ahead if that’s what you want to do. Give me the matchbox before you go will you? I will be out in the courtyard where no one will mind if I smoke.

Avvaiyar — The Diplomat

When Clinton visited India as First Lady, a college student gave her a poem about women all over the world suffering in silence. I wish someone had been given this poem by Avvaiyar who, 800 years ago, had pretty much functioned like a Secretary of State/Diplomat — just as Clinton would later in her political career. Avvaiyar II, a poet and friend of King  Adhiyaman, ruler of Tagadur, is supposed to have helped avoid war between two kingdom states.  King Thondaiman, ruler of Kanchipuram, had […]

Give, Eat, and Live

Again thanks again to Iruvar — I revisited this verse of Avvaiyar. ஆண்டு ஆண்டு தோறும் அழுது புரண்டாலும் மாண்டார் வருவரோ மாநிலத்தீர் ர்வேண்டா நமக்கும் அது வழியே நாம்போம் அளவும் எமக்கு என் என்று இட்டு உண்டு இரும் .   Here is the book the verses are from.


Anyone who knows me, knows that I am huge fan of A.K.Ramanujan’s writing — be it his translations from Tamil, his academic writing, his poems, essays …. just anything. So I was delighted to learn that he had written his own memoir in Kannada — not a complete autobiography, but just vignettes from his life.  I felt like buying the Kannada book and begging someone who knew the language to tell me what he had written. Luckily for me, the book was published in translation […]