I started out writing a fictional story set in our village
at Pallavur starting with an object falling out of the skies and crashing into
our paddy fields. The much consternation it subjected the villagers to, the
investigation of the fallen object and the general furor it created would form
the h…
The story of HE 842, a B24 liberator
I started out writing a fictional story set in our village
at Pallavur starting with an object falling out of the skies and crashing into
our paddy fields. The much consternation it subjected the villagers to, the
investigation of the fallen object and the general furor it created would form
the h…
I am sure many of you will remember a time when we used to
wait patiently for the postman to deliver a much-awaited letter. The post was
always capable of evoking strong feelings, at times it was a job interview or
an appointment letter or it could be a distasteful invoice or bill to be paid,
a lo…
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…
