A year after being recommended Ken Liu's Paper Menagerie, I finally get around to reading it. It leads to my discovery of an author whose works I know I am going to be obsessed with. Read on to find out what has switched me into obsession mode with this man and his work!
After our Hampi trip, where we gorged on pancakes whenever the whim took us, Vidya has been hankering for them. We bought the flour a couple of weeks ago, and things have been so crazy we didn’t have the time to make them.
Tonight, Vidya wanted to have them for dinner, and I rose to the challenge.
When I first saw the teams for the Indian Cricket League, I was a bit disappointed. The Chennai Superstars seemed, on paper, to be the weakest of the lot, with the least number of international stars.
These words have always held a certain fascination for me – the first I remember seeing this was in an encyclopedia for children at my maternal grandparents’ home. It was something like “An Artist’s Impression of a Space City” or some such. Over the years, I’ve come across quite a few examples – from celestial events to futuristic dreams to historical happenings. What has always struck me in all these is the kind of freedom enjoyed by an artist, and the kind of strait-jacket imposed by her (or his) ‘impression’. The two present a complex interplay, the manifestation of which is wide-ranging in its aesthetics as well as its representation of something. However, the final result is always fascinating when viewed in terms of the process that brought it forth.
I seem to have found an unlikely muse in Vijay – this is the second time I’m posting in two days inspired by something I saw on his blog!
It was 1999 and Sriram and I were in Coimbatore. Sriram had just got his teeth fixed, and had been warned by the dentist that he should not use the molars on the right side to chew anything.
This is what happens when I take a lazy stroll through my blogroll and stumble across Vijay’s posts – he seems to have a predeliction for taking all kinds of tests and putting up the results on his blog!
Well, not that I am any more resistant to the idea of having a Peculiar Aristocratic Title! Here is what I got:
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Lord Navin the Philomath of Old Throcking in the Hole
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I looked up what philomath means, and was rather pleased to find out that apart from a city in Oregon, it also means “a lover of learning; a scholar” or “a seeker of knowledge and facts” depending on which source you want to trust.
When I was at school in Coimbatore, I was a member of what must have been one of the first really successful lending libraries in the town – Choose and Read. It used to be owned and run by a chap called Noorul Ameen, who used to smilingly tolerate the incredibly long time
Last Sunday found us on the pavements of Abids, accompanied by the adventurous Haritha, hunting for books among the hundreds of impromptou bookstalls that had sprung up everywhere. After about five hours, we found ourselves richer by forty books, for which we had paid a total of about four hundred rupees.
Last weekend took us on a whirlwind visit to Mumbai and Pune. Sriram, long-time friend, sharer in many an adventure (and misadventure!), sleeper at ten thirty, and a lot of other things, finally got hitched, and Vidya and I got a chance to see a Tam Brahm wedding from up close.