BRAHMAHATYA: by Rajiv Mittal Complicated yet integrated characters, a skilfully created sequence of inevitable events and a thick suspense plentifully fed by a revengeful, murderous intent, Brahmahatya has it all. To make the novel additionally delectable, there is the generous inclusion of local flavor. This, I said to myself, is an Indian story written in English. The language does not mess… Read more »
A humble tribute to my favorite ghazal singer #JagjitSingh, on his birthday today.
I have no idea what to write as introduction for Beloo Mehra, honestly. No matter what I write, it would still feel pathetically inadequate. But I need not really worry, in a way. All readers of Serenely Rapt have surely ‘met’ the wise and compassionate writer who weaves soul-expanding essays and commentaries on her two blogs: Beauty Interprests, Expresses and… Read more »
My first ever cookbook was written by the queen of cookbooks- Tarla Dalal. Those years, hers were the only dependable cookbooks. She made everything seem so easy to do. Her measurements were always perfect to a T. She took the uncertainty of out of the most complicated dishes. Cakes and desserts were impossible to tame, mystical things for most Indian… Read more »
Lal Bahadur Shastri was diminutive and soft- spoken, made spectacular by his impeccable integrity.
I have had a very happy day today, getting inspired. On 13th July 2013 as India slept, a few tribal girls from the state of Jharkhand proudly held aloft a trophy they had won in their maiden entry in a football tournament in far-flung Spain. If that doesn’t sound like the first line of a sci- fi, don’t worry. You… Read more »
I love the English language unabashedly, almost as much as I love my mother tongue, Hindi. I think as fluently in English as I do in Hindi. I speak it fluently and write it better. Someone once asked my mother very seriously if she laughed in English. She solemnly told him that she certainly did. I hope that kind of… Read more »
“My my! Someone’s looking like thunder today? What happened Amrita?” Runoo Mosi’s (Mosi: Mother’s sister, aunt. Forming bonds with people one is not related to is very common in India) voice was concerned, her brows puckered up. “Nothing Mosi”, said little Amrita looking utterly woebegone. Her eyes lowered, she took her place amidst the other children on the large rug… Read more »
Nearly eight years ago I attended a seminar on non-conventional, renewable energy sources. The tagline of the seminar was Clean Green Sustainable. Whenever I have mentioned having attended that two day seminar, then or since, the reaction has been uniform. “Why waste two full days attending a seminar on a topic which has nothing in common with your own line… Read more »