Cabin In The Woods
byA holiday in a log cabin is momentarily interrupted by the thought of looming Reality.
Art & Poetry
Death and Other Hallucinations
byDeath is a warehouse, a sunflower, a DTC bus; perhaps even the purpose of life. Or is it all a hallucination?
Inscription On A Rural Arbour
byIn 1791, a reader of Madras Courier had enough of noisy tourists entering his garden. He wrote this poem in protest.
When The Fireflies Return
byWe mourn the passing of nature, but forget that its stories live on all around us.
Kashmir
byKashmir is an idealized image for many in the subcontinent. A visit might change that image.
A Very Pretty Persian Ode
byA poem published circa 1790, an english translation of Ameer Khusro’s persian poem, curated from the Madras Courier archives.
Swallow
byWe take our lessons in consumption from the television – when we can but look at a mother bird feeding its young.
Whispers
byRituals are often beyond the realm of rationality. Many make the questioning, rational mind feel like a fool.
English Medium-100% pass
byChurned out of a schooling system, we are designed to conform. Are schools making us mediocre machines?
Athirapally Falls
byIn India, waterfalls are seldom allowed to rumble along without at least one Bollywood tune in the background.
The House on Luz Avenue
byThe everyday sights of a Chennai street can tell you stories – if you have the eye for them.
The Rooftop
byThe rooftop of a house could be a daily haunt, a habit of solitude, a respite from weariness and the route to escape.
A Poem Circa 1790
byIn 1790, a reader sent in a poem to Madras Courier, about life, love and empire.
Your Deccan Heart
bySometimes, old streets and by lanes of a city are a memory, a joy which ring tears or a song. For a poet, the Deccan is one such place.
In The Indian Coffee House
byThe art of leisure is perfected at the Indian Coffee House, where you can sit for hours without having a sip of coffee.