what is the vertiginous chapati saying to me?
I will be in Berlin and Copenhagen next week. Any gentle readers in continental Europe are urged to make arrangements for a proper sitdown with this provincial, liberal sectarian. Rest can go about their own business.
a long long time ago, a palmist told me that everything in my life will be hard, but i will achieve whatever it is that I wanted. just nothing will come easy. and then another person told me the same thing. No wonder I used to day dream about being a station manager of a […]
The revelation was Chee Malabar. I know, and knew, that Yogi B will be global. They are way too talented and ferocious, live - to not force themselves into every iPod on the block. They are also incredibly genuine and warm. But, it is Chee, for whom I must evangelize. Though, I had heard a […]
The rhymes were flowing and beat was strong. And I had a big, huge, grin through the whole night. It was the first night of Hiphopistan. I skipped the panel - as each panel skipped, adds 10 weeks to my life span - and showed up in the middle of Kabir’s set. I got to […]
The Winter 2008 issue of Public Culture covers “The Public Life of History” and has an intriguing piece by Dipesh Chakrabarty on the practice of history writing and the lessons from India. It is something that I will want to return, in the near future, for a thorough discussion. But, right now, I want to […]
From Jane Kramer’s The Petition: Israel, Palestine, and a tenure battle at Barnard, New Yorker, April 21, 2008:
Hannah Temple, a MEALAC major who graduated last June, told me, “I left Columbia sorry to have had my academic experience in that department. You couldn’t get anything done; it was so bitterly divided. And then there was […]
There was a news item in a Lahore daily, a few days ago. In the Daily Waqt, the un-named reporter, sought to highlight destruction and disappearance of the Lal Qila dungeons in Lahore. These dungeons, the article stated, had housed political prisoners and criminals for centuries - since Lodhi to Akbar to Shah Jahan to […]
Wow, I totally missed CM’s 4th anniversary. Four years, 1095 posts, 98667 comments and 207,778 spams have passed since the beginning. A lot has changed in me, and in my approach to blogging, and in the tone of CM over the years. I don’t really know if besides Zack and Nitin and Sin, I have […]
There wasn’t much time to visit anyone or any place. I saw maybe a fraction of Lahore, and that maybe on two trips. Even if I had time, I had little inclination to go places. I am a nostalgic guy but I hate nostalgia. You feel me? Not to mention that Lahore was cordoned off […]
I have a great story … from when I was 10 … and it involves a tanga, ice-cream in a cone and Fortress Stadium at night. There are no tangas left in Lahore anymore. Below is the only one I saw. The story is meaningless, without a tanga, isn’t it?
His caramel baritone is singular. Like those of us at CM, you probably thought he was black, before you saw the video; not that it mattered, because his being a tiny, tiny, little, elfin Englishman, with a singing voice that dissolves panties on contact, made it even more amusing when he mounted and thrust himself […]
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