When I had initially started out as a researcher, I was assigned a paper to review for one of my classes. And usually, to review a paper means you have to reconnoiter existing literature (literature is basically all/most of the papers in a particular field of interest) while simultaneously critique the author’s ideas throughout. Since I was a noob to academia then and still am, I had a very poor…
IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THE NEXT TIME YOU’RE SURFING FOR A SHOW – pick Reply 1988.
brb, crying.
Writing this is like ripping my heart to shreds again but whatever.
So, it’s a wholesome story of five families who live in the same street. It takes place in Seoul, South Korea and the year is 1988. Korea is hosting the Olympics for that year and our female…
In vain efforts to amp my long-lost reading habit, I’d joined an online book-club three months ago. There aren’t any stringent rules to follow but there are themes for every month. You can choose any book you like to read (pertaining to that theme, of course) and it’s up to your wish to discuss it during the weekly meeting. For February, the theme is surrealism. And the only unread books I had…
I have never cried so much after finishing a book as this one. It’s been about 6 hours and an Accounting seminar later, since that happened. But now the book has got me thinking if the 700 odd pages were actually worth my sob-fest?
A Little Life is very, very, utterly depressing book where if you’re penetrable enough – every other page can make you cry. It’s about the lives of 4 friends – Jude,…
I have come to terms with the fact that my incumbency at IIM Bangalore as a research fellow will reach its termination by the time the campus is fully restored to the pre-COVID 19 normalcy. Although working remotely and attending classes through Zoom has its perks, I kind of miss human interaction. Earlier, my dislike for social interactions and anthro-anything is what made me an introvert. Now,…
After reading this book, calling someone a c**t looks almost like a term of endearment.
Trainspotting is an absolutely brilliant, cerebral novel. It’s caustic in tone – severely reprimanding the bourgeoisie of Great Britain by a syndicate of young Scots in Leith, Edinburgh, promoted by their common love for injecting drugs up their veins. One of the guys, Mark Renton (played by Ewan McGregor in…
If I got a rupee for every time I said “oh my god, it seems like yesterday was 2013. 2020 vara pogudhaa!, I still wouldn’t be able to buy a kilo of onions. But onions aside, am I the only one who thinks we are undermining the speed of time (not like using physics and all but you know what I mean)?
2012
Seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone told me that yesterday was 12/12/2012 and I…
Yes. It’s been a long LONG time. I know. If you’re still checking up on this blog, THANK YOU SO MUCH. You have no idea how much it means to me 🙂
Also, I seriously don’t know where this post is going.
It’s okay to not be cool. The world right now, is in a constant, never-ending game of who is cooler. Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, hell even WhatsApp – anywhere you go it’s a game of ‘cool’.…
“The yellow brick road and Dorothy’s magical silver slippers (replaced for the 1939 movie with ruby slippers since these showed up more dramatically on color film) were metaphors for the intense conflict over the gold standard and the proposed free coinage of silver. The little people, the munchkins, represented the poor working class. The wicked witch stood for the selfish business interests.…
It is my fourth month in Chennai and I hope that it deems me fit to write about Chennai or rather the incidents I’ve encountered here. I write as I sit with my t-shirt stuck to the skin from this heat. It is no wonder that Chennai is synonymous to heat with blatantly three kinds of weather: hot, hotter, hottest. You take a shower, return to the room only to find that “before-shower” and…
“I’ve been writing a four-part article for Field Newspaper Syndicate at the beginning of each year for several years now and in 1980, mindful of the approach of the year 1984, FNS asked me to write a thorough critique of George Orwell’s novel 1984. I was reluctant. I remembered almost nothing of the book and said so – but Denison Demac, the lovely young woman who is my contact at FNS, simply sen…
