We are not destined to meet some people and, in my case, S
Muthiah was one of them. I have always held him in great esteem, high regard
and in our various communications found him never to be distant or aloof,
considering the stature he had in Chennai, a city he would have loved to and I
still con…
Farewell to a Friend - S Muthiah (1930-2019)
We are not destined to meet some people and, in my case, S
Muthiah was one of them. I have always held him in great esteem, high regard
and in our various communications found him never to be distant or aloof,
considering the stature he had in Chennai, a city he would have loved to and I
still con…
1975 was the year the blockbuster film Sholay was released –
I had finished school and joined College to master Electrical Engineering just
the previous year. The music was already all over the radio waves. Radio Ceylon
had been playing a couple of tracks and interestingly, the LP’s and EP’s which…
A Mughal throne in
Pondoland?
Many years ago, I wrote about the peacock throne and touched
upon this very topic at the tail end of that article. The story has not died
despite the musicologist, historian and Grosvenor investigator Percevial
Kirby’s empathic statement that the ship never really cont…
Spring 2015 – The hundred year old Betty P McIntosh was
giving a fine speech. The rapt CIA Langley audience, many decades her junior,
craned forward to listen to the queen of black information. The lady who did
not even have an email account, explained to the youngsters how they could
manipulate n…
