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IDLI CHUTNEY: April 2009
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Tuesday, April 7, 2009. And now each of these entities would be free of violence they thought. Bound by religion, culture or language exclusively. Some countries exclusively urban, some completely rural. Some spread out over large swathes of land, some confined to off shore islands and scanty mountaintops. They had started with the Pandyans first, the last surviving Tamil kingdom. The lineage seemed straightforward enough till the fifteenth century where it...
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IDLI CHUTNEY: November 2009
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Saturday, November 14, 2009. Vadivu sniffed the air, something was not right. And whatever was not right, was attracting her irresistibly. Something rose deep within her, almost like the rush she felt at nights with her husband. But this was different. She sniffed deeply again, inhaling fully and the scent left her before she could completely explore it. Dropping the basket she was carting she stepped back a few paces and looked around. To be continued…. And I ...
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IDLI CHUTNEY: February 2010
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Friday, February 5, 2010. Links to this post. Wednesday, February 3, 2010. Today's Bangalore contrasts with my minds Bangalore with a violent clash amidst honks of incessant traffic. For a wide eyed kid taking in notes furiously ( yes yours truly scribbled in notebooks while travelling, made lists of stations encountered and described landscapes ), Bangalore was confusing even then. Was it a small city? Was it a large town? Links to this post.
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IDLI CHUTNEY: Pithy prose
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Saturday, November 7, 2009. Clauses and the like only serve to confuse the already bewildered writer, who has reached this state of bewilderment because of the many eccentricities that bedevil this English language. Anyone can attest to the fact that English is a minefield of traps of various forms, and the unwary are often causalities in its complex constructs. Spellings are another grey area, or is it a gray area? Off I go with the rest of my damaged poise.
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IDLI CHUTNEY: Bengalooru
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Wednesday, February 3, 2010. Today's Bangalore contrasts with my minds Bangalore with a violent clash amidst honks of incessant traffic. For a wide eyed kid taking in notes furiously ( yes yours truly scribbled in notebooks while travelling, made lists of stations encountered and described landscapes ), Bangalore was confusing even then. Was it a small city? Was it a large town? How could it be a city if it had such gorgeous weather? Back with a bang, eh? As fo...
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IDLI CHUTNEY: May 2009
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Friday, May 22, 2009. Consider a piece of lush land between low rounded hills and a shallower inlet of the sea. Miles of mangroves blurring the distinction between the land and water and the whole scene reads like a page out of Tolkien’s epics. In the nineties denizens of Mumbai were confronted with the existence of such a piece of land lying east of the city, on the Indian mainland and they conspired to turn it into a city. Links to this post. Each person will...
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IDLI CHUTNEY: June 2009
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Friday, June 12, 2009. Country roads take me home. Can be exasperating because the roads there have potholes. Lanes dizzyingly and exasperatingly merge or diverge, befuddling the novice. Driving in. Can be rewarding because the road suddenly will cut across a lake, pierce through a dense forest or dally around rounded hills; or even more suddenly deposit you in a city amidst skyscrapers and the sea. Route 9: Is a major artery for. Route 20: Is actually. Paralle...
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IDLI CHUTNEY: January 2009
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. No bohemian atmosphere. Prudish and not ashamed of its intelligence. The subways teem of students reading Neitzsche and Proakis. Taking the “T”, walking among buildings whose collective intellect could shame some entire nations. Looking out the seafront, walking the freedom trail. Losing yourself in the north end among cobblestoned paths and ancient houses. Freezing in the cold longing for vendakkai. Links to this post. I started the ...
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IDLI CHUTNEY: August 2009
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Solid Idli meets tangy Chutney. Served hot. Saturday, August 8, 2009. Bringing to you offerings from my drafts folder. Enjoy. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm a parody on sanity! Each person will have a different opinion of me.People centric yet what i enjoy most is my solitude. Am madly eccentric.predictably unpredictable. Im highly confused. Pedantic at times, a total dumbass otherwise. I like to eat, talk and read, strictly in that order.
