You know how you always miss what is right in front of you? That has been the classic case with me and this little village called Mattur. Let me first tell you why it is famous. Long, long back
It seems Radhika Pandit is a star, one of those top heroine types in the Kannada film industry, tackily called Sandalwood. (Karnataka, née Mysore State, has sandalwood trees in abundance, an excuse enough to lend itself to an industry that
The other day, I looked out into the balcony and the 35-year-old jacaranda tree seemed happy. The sky was overcast, and I kept thinking of what a grand sound the word ‘tempest’ made. Spring has turned into a near monsoon
A high handed, moody, often fussy and illogical a chronicler, this memory is. What you should want to forget only ever resurges, over and over again, your attempt to forget mocked by the opposite of what you wish for. If
Heard that Mallu joke yesterday? You must have. It’s an old one, about how there was a chetta on the moon manning a chai-kada when Neil Armstrong gingerly laid down his foot in his leap for mankind. It is an
Deepa Bhasthi takes a look at the freedom of expression in writing, the politics of the human body and what it takes to be sexually liberal in today’s times. How dare you insinuate that my body is worth just Rs
Deepa Bhasthi delves into the world of Sangam poetry – the surroundings in which they were written, the traditions they had to adhere to, and emotions they elicited. I cannot name my lover here. Tradition will not allow me
In a world that is steadily changing, Deepa Bhasthi explores the ideas of travel and how it changes the perceptions that eventually led to revolutions. How it happened during the times of Che Guevara, and how it happens today …
Does artistic expression actually grow in response to attempts at stifling it? Deepa Bhasthi comments on the flourishing contemporary Pakistani literature. Is being without a name freedom? Is it the unsavory kind of freedom that allows others to make interpretations
English is, in Indian life, much more than a medium of communication. It is a marker of regional heritage, status, culture and politics. How do we speak this once-foreign language as meta-communication about who we are? Deepa Bhasthi counts the