Month: November 2012

  • Journal: Raja Rao, Kanthapura

    From Shencottah (, the Foreword to Kanthapura: There is no village in India, however mean, that has not a rich sthala-purana, or legendary history, of its own. Some god or godlike hero has passed by the village – Rama might have rested under this papal-tree, Sita might have dried her clothes, after her bath, on […]

  • Journal: Pu La

    On PuLa Deshpande, playwright, musician, essayist and his literary legacy, from Via Gaurav Sabnis, an excerpt from Asami Asami: I have never been a religious man. My father didn’t really care for gods and goddesses either. In fact he would often say to me, “Bemtya, a smooth and shiny rupee is the real god. […]

  • The BS column: A Million Mutinies, Now?

    (Published in the Business Standard, November 6, 2012) Despite his gifts as a writer, Naipaul’s many areas of blindness make his non-fiction less and less relevant over the years Girish Karnad is not in need of a defence; the speech he made at the Literature Live festival in Mumbai last week was eloquent enough. In […]

  • Journal: Letter in November, Sylvia Plath

    ‘Letter in November’, by Sylvia Plath Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat’s tail Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning. It is the Arctic, This little black Circle, with its tawn silk grasses; babies hair. There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions […]

  • Journal: Poems for November, Han Shan

    From the Cold Mountain poems, translated by Gary Snyder Cold Mountain is a house Without beams or walls. The six doors left and right are open The hall is sky blue. The rooms all vacant and vague The east wall beats on the west wall At the center nothing. Borrowers don’t bother me In the […]

  • Journal: Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay

    Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay reads from Khagenbabu. From There Was No One At The Bus Stop, translated by Arunava Sinha As he was about to leave his room, sleep still clinging to his eyes, Robi gingerly parted the curtains leading to the next room and saw his father. Smoke rose from behind The Statesman, while a pair […]

  • Journal: Arun Kolatkar

    From The Scratch, by Arun Kolatkar: what is god and what is stone the dividing line if it exists is very thin at jejuri and every other stone is god or his cousin there is no crop other than god and god is harvested here around the year From Amit Chaudhuri’s Jejuri: An Introduction: In […]

  • Journal: Bibhutibhushan and Apu

    Apu in Delhi: “The next evening, he went to see Shah Jahan’s Red Fort, and spent a long time sitting on a stone bench on the open terrace next to the Diwan-e-Khas, in the pale shadows of the late afternoon. No one had ever been able to write a correct account of the lives that […]