An old friend of mine called me the other day from London, after we reconnected on Facebook.
“Shyam,” the voice said. “How are you? This is Jay, It’s been a long time.”
It took me a few seconds to realise that this was indeed Jay, my Malayali friend who had previously spoken with a mild and pleasant Malayali accent.
So what was this? Why was he sounding like Sir John Gielgud?
Should I call him...
Sartre would have been fascinated by the social workings of contemporary Bangalore. Heidegger would have been inspired beyond insanity. And Socrates, I can just see him now, walking around the social scene urging everyone to look within, saying, with a wave of his wine glass, “The unexamined life is not worth living.”
“Authenticity”, defined as “the degree to which one is true to one’s own...
There’s the messy way to eat a mango, and there is the wrong way. Unfortunately, I see an increasing number of people eating it the wrong way: any method that requires the use of a knife, a fork, or a spoon – cutting it and scooping it out, slicing and dicing it into cubes and using a fork and so on.
No, the right way to eat a mango is to eat it with your hands, your mouth, your eyes, your spirit. Look at it...