Dancing with the Beast

Neither of Matisse’s Dance canvasses conveys a sense of gaiety. The dancers, rather than joyfully bursting in spontaneous choreography, are contorted, seemingly forced, as if partaking in a stern ritual.   No one to my knowledge has taken a politicised look at the painting, and there might not have been any intent towards political projection by…

“I wasn’t too happy with our new army”

V.S. Naipaul, 1979. A Bend in the River.   I used to wonder how someone like Mahesh had survived all that he had survived in our town. There was a kind of quiet wisdom or canniness there, no doubt. But I also began to feel that he had survived because he was casual, without doubts…

Tethligon

I lost a daughter today. Her eyes would never blink, her fingers would never grasp onto mine, and her peaceful smile would never grow into a heart-warming laugh. She was stillborn, as I’d known she would be, and my heart was wrenched nonetheless. “It’s a fluke,” the doctor had said a few days earlier, and…

For lack of a better word

In centuries of verse, I searched and sailed, For a phrase that’s terse, ’Stead of “love”, but failed.    For the word grew common, And m’lady somewhat bored, In her mind she’d sigh, “c’mon, Can’t you strum a different chord?”   But language was my weak spot, For lack of an edukashun, And Hippocrene was…

Impressions

I relate to Impressionist paintings. They mirror the everyday heroism of the ordinary individual. The artist does not seek perfection in every detail and yet, in totality, the grand effect is that of subtle beauty and a testament to fine adeptness. And like the peculiarities of everyday lives, the artist forgoes details where details may…

So why should I be funny?

* * Daddy, mommy says you’re funny. — Why that’s really nice of her. ** But I told her “daddy doesn’t want to be funny. He wants to be smart”. — Funny people are smart. You can’t be funny without being smart. ** But you’re not funny most of the time. — Funny people are…

Exodus

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back. Instead, bereft Of anyone to please, it withers so, Having no heart to put aside the theft.– Philip Larkin.   After years of travelling disturbed the inner compass of my…