Sunday, June 19, 2005
From the annals of nostalgia
What I remember most about Amar Chitra Katha is not the stories per se, but how Dad would read them for me. There was something inimitable about the way he would narrate that would captivate my imagination. Later, I would read the issues independently, but the magic just wasn't there.
Universal literacy has still not been achieved. Far too few people can read. On the other hand, thanks to the near-ubiquity of the Internet...
I'm wearing a rather remarkable shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and...
I generally dislike Wagner. However, I heard a piece by him today and it was sublime and breathtakingly beautiful.
I just can't take it anymore. I should have moved on long back but lingered in the hopes of a miracle. It was not to be and I've fin...