Interim Solutions

Zustand meiner Füße spiegeln den Zustand meines Geistes !!! ( State of my feet determine the state of my mind) !!!   Phew !! What if such prophecies turn out to be true ??? Ofcourse - Limits of my (ands your) language mean the limits of mine (and your ) world !! as aptly put by master Wittgenstein  !!

Kremlin was a room right in the middle of the corridor connecting the left and right blocks of the Men’s Hostel. It was also next to the stairs and to the doorway that led to the Mess. The strategic location was one of the probable reasons why one of the oldest civilizations in my college hostel had born, thrived and flourished there.   Like the ancient civilizations that thrived near rivers, civilizations in hostel thrived at strategic locations like that of Kremlin. Kremlin was an establishment, “A place where you find drunks at any given time’, hang out place , hide out place, civilization and a hostel room all at the same time. Kremlin was obviously not that from prehistoric times, at first it was like any other room in the hostel with green enamel painted doors (that was fun to peel off) and white washed walls. Room number was neatly stencilled in white paint and was painted over and re-stencilled every year, but that was of course before the frogs came. Kremlin wa...

It has been a long while at least a year since I have had the luxury of reading a novel at ease. I chanced upon some free time (by no means at ease, but still ..) and by greater chance I got hold of the much celebrated Malayalam novel Aatujiveetham ( Aadujiveetham actually , Goat Life ). My experience reading the book and finishing it one and a half sitting compares well to the description of the first (and the last) rain that Najeeb the protagonist experiences in an unknown part of the vast Arabian desert. At first the rain and the novel ushers in me a wave of fear and pain of not having experienced such a powerful yet familiar form of art for a long time. Then much like what the rain does to Najeeb, familiarity, joy and exhilaration returns and takes over the reins of the parched soul and the spirit. I had spent more than most of last year or so busy with the business of life leaving my spirits to the mercy of parched desert-like intellectual conditions and then comes a...