The post office in Pallavur never had its
own building. I have not figured out why, perhaps nobody would sell land to the
postal department. Anyway, right from my childhood, I have seen it as a
transient affair, first it was somewhere near the lower primary school, then it
moved to houses across t…
The Letter
The post office in Pallavur never had its
own building. I have not figured out why, perhaps nobody would sell land to the
postal department. Anyway, right from my childhood, I have seen it as a
transient affair, first it was somewhere near the lower primary school, then it
moved to houses across t…
This brief study started as I was reviewing Portuguese
interventions into horse trading during the 16 th to 18 th
Century in South India. While it was somewhat slow going, I noticed that horse
trading was starting to get a bad rap. We all know that over time it got linked
to politics and voting, so …
And a little tribute to VG Siddhartha Hegde CCD
The idea of spending a few days at Chikmagaluru at a resort in the middle of a coffee estate sounded alluring,
and my partiality to estates, considering my birth in one, perhaps nailed it.
Some asked why I was going to a place which is quite similar i…
This is an incident which amazes me each
time I think about it, for it shows me how small the world has become these
days; how small the distances can be and how opportune life can be. How a dream
can so easily become a reality today, how the borders we once had, with haves
and have nots, castes, …
