Sometimes virtue is really its own reward.
I finally got around to cleaning up two ready-to-burst desk draws in office and found a precious lost book. It used to live in my bag for years, so I’m thrilled to get it back. It’s an anthology of verse and prose for private circulation made in 1992 by Soli Sorabjee and the late Rosalind Wilson, Read more
With all that talk about apsaras I’m pining to see some good dance and can’t find any this week in this wretched heat except for a ’sushi platter’ of a two-day dancefest, each day featuring ten-ten dancers in a big medley. You can’t really register anything in the whirl and I’m not going.
With election results out and everyone suddenly blessed with perfect 20-20 hindsight, I wonder at the astrologers and soothsayers. Some of my most ‘rational’ friends have perfect faith in astrology but it all depends on the nature and skill of the practitioner, they say. Me, I don’t know. Read more
Have you ever met anybody called Draupadi? I have, just once, two decades ago. She was the fabulous cook-housekeeper to an IAS officer in the Rajasthan cadre, Mrs Kusum Prasad. I lived in Jaipur then and knew almost nobody in town until I met Kusumji. Read more