The Fountainhead

William Jones’ magnificent life is a wolf-whistle to an era that is now forgotten but, as we trudge our way through the forests of global capitalism, his life’s themes and resonances may be all too real. 

The Exterior Landscape

 The earth and its climatological paraphernalia, like an impatient landlord, may no longer offer up time and space to construct life-events, far less allow us the freedom to anxiously marvel at the interiority of our thoughts and beliefs. 

The Bicycle Diaries

Society and history are all in service of the singular question: will Wadjda be able to buy and ride a cycle? Of course, the answer must be a yes. Why make a film about a failed attempt?

The Pregnant Text

Museums, magazines, and commentators thrive on ease of intelligibility; but this effort may come at at cost that elides deeper historical realities, much of which is not so easy to subsume in a popular essay. 

An Ocean Inland

The world seemed like a battle between an unmoved landmass and relentless waters, with both sides - for now - acquiescing to this equilibrium, this line of control drawn on beach sand.  

Who Owns What?

It is important to note the difference: it  is not that company is claiming ownership of a particular recording by a particular artist. It is instead claiming ownership on the composition itself that has come down over centuries.

Binary Code

This conceptual tool - to divide the world into twos - was thus born out of me, like some old memory that I had forgotten about.  Where, my grandmother asked me once, do the spider's strings come from?  Not even a spider can tell, she had assured me.

A Song of Being

Generation after generation of Indians and Indophiles come together, argue, support, critique and arrive at historically contingent conclusions about the Gita. Out of the fires of this argument emerges the tradition where the Gita becomes a site for rediscovery, a geography to locate oneself amidst the erosion of modern life. 

Memoirist of Fire

Many soldiers from the colonies never appeared on the lists of the dead. They were Australian aborigines, Indians, Burmans, Filipinos, Algerians, Senegalese, Vietnamese, and so many other black, brown and yellow people obliged to die for the flags of their masters.

Shadows of the Deep

Niels Bohr called this (I simplify) the correspondence principle – when a new theory is reducible to an old theory.   Much in the manner that writers no longer focus on individual alphabets that constitute their sentences, students of relativity take this ‘k’ in their stride and move on to do more complex things.