When I was a child, I loved seeing photographs of everyday things from not-everyday perspectives. I think the first such thing I remember marvelling about was what a human hair looked like under a powerful microscope. It looked a bit like this image from “Long Hair Community” via Google: I’m still fascinated by such out-of-normal-perspective … Continue reading "of graveyards and golf courses: A perspective on perspective"
This is part of a map of Calcutta published in 1842. It’s the city I was born in, the city I grew up in, the city that was my home for the first twenty-three years of my life. A city I remember with fond memories and one I visit with joy in my heart. [Incidentally, … Continue reading "Making new mistakes"
If you know me well then you know I love to cook. When I cook, one of the things I do is based on what professional chefs call mise en place. Take yesterday for example. I was cooking a ragu for the family; it wasn’t gramigna alla salsiccia, my usual favourite, because I couldn’t get the … Continue reading "musing about mise-en-place"
There’s something happening here What it is ain’t exactly clear There’s a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down There’s battle lines being drawn Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting … Continue reading "There’s something happening here"
Today may turn out to be a very important day in the world of Test cricket. Regular readers will know that I am no fan of the Decision Review System (DRS). While I’m all for sensible use of technology in sport, I cannot abide the way “Umpire’s Call” is designed to work. It’s an … Continue reading "Oh frabjous day"
Of late, I’ve been spending quite some time thinking about longitudinal studies; a number of you have engaged with me with encouraging feedback after my most recent post on this, on the impact of change and the time it takes to assess that impact. There are many reasons for this, but there’s a principal one. … Continue reading "Voyages of discovery"
[Note to readers. This post may appear to do with cricket. Perhaps it does. But it’s about more than that]. I had to smile when I first came across what Douglas Adams had to say about our reactions to technologies: 1. Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and … Continue reading "Thinking about pink balls"
Those who come here regularly know that I’m stuck in a time-warp when it comes to music. Early sixties to mid seventies. 99% of the music I listen to was made then. It’s not that I dislike the music made before or after; it’s more to do with the fact that so much great music … Continue reading "Comfort-break songs"
Yup, it’s another cricket statistics post. Continue at your peril. Last week England lost a Test match (the 5th Test in Chennai) by an innings, after scoring 477 in the 1st innings, that too after winning the toss and choosing to bat first. The defeat followed on the heels of a similar defeat in the previous Test … Continue reading "Highs and lows"
Growing up in Calcutta was an interesting experience. I was there from late 1957 to late 1980. Twenty-three whole years and a little bit more. Never lived anywhere else during that time, though I visited most of the usual places, not just the Delhi, Bombay, Madras “presidencies”, not just the Bangalore, Hyderabad, Lucknow, … Continue reading "Joi Bangla"
I went to a Jesuit school and college in Calcutta; I was with them from 1966 to 1979. Wonderful times, times I look back upon with joy. By the time I was in my early teens, I’d heard the story of Pheidippides many times. The literary/historical rites of passage embedded in Jesuit education in India. … Continue reading "The stories behind the numbers"
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This is not meant to be a post about the Marilyn Monroe and Tony Curtis film by Billy Wilder. I didn’t actually watch it till late 1999, some forty years after it was made. It wasn’t on my bucket list. I was 42 by then, and so I was pretty careful about any new entrants … Continue reading "Some Like It Hot: A Paean To Chillies"
Still continuing with my experiment, in writing on medium and cross-posting here. I tried it the other way some years ago and it died a death. Let’s see. View story at Medium.com
Another cross-post from Medium. Still investigating how that pans out. View story at Medium.com
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice It … Continue reading "Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. [Take two]"
Cat Stevens, Father and Son, Tea For The Tillerman, 1970 One of my favourite songs, from one of my favourite albums, written and performed by one of my favourite musicians. I’ve had the pleasure of watching him perform “live” a couple of times, and I treasure those memories. [I was really looking forward to watching a … Continue reading "Father and son: a post for the cricket-mad"
Rainmaker, rainmaker Make me some rain Make all my crops grow tall Winwood/Capaldi : Rainmaker, Side 2 Track 3 The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys, Traffic, 1971 Perspective matters. Every childhood memory of rain that I have is filled with joy, with energy, with positive things. The feeling of elation walking along the Maidan in Calcutta, … Continue reading "Rainmaker, make me some rain"
Sometime next year, it will have been fifty years since I first completed the Times crossword, some weeks short of my tenth birthday. For many years it wasn’t just a pastime, it was an addiction, something I’ve written about before, most recently here. Doing the crossword was part and parcel of getting ready for the … Continue reading "Crosswords and buses"
Desafinado. Portuguese for “Slightly out of tune”. And the name of a wonderful bossa nova song written by Antonio Carlos Jobim. A song that made its way into my heart via the brilliance of Stan Getz and Charlie Byrd et al on an album called Jazz Samba. I didn’t just fall in love with the … Continue reading "Desafinado"