Indiana Jones and The Foundation of My Youth

I cannot recall a chapter or moment in my life, in which art has not been a vital part. Ever since I read the first Lord of the Rings book, watched Aladdin in theaters, and played The Legend of Zelda on my Gameboy for the first time, it continues to play a tremendous role in my life. So much so that I’m hesitant to trivialize these mediums as simple escapist fantasies. Without a doubt, that’s what they can be, a refuge or safe haven for people like me who sometimes struggle to find their place in this mad, mad world.
However, some of the books I’ve read, movies I’ve watched, and games I’ve played go beyond this label. They have helped me cope with the bad times as well as given me the strength and confidence to do what I felt was necessary to lead the life of my choice. Continue reading “Indiana Jones and The Foundation of My Youth”

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Tales from India #4: The Last Sunny Days in Goa

At last, the monsoon season was upon us as thick layers of grey clouds covered the sky and rain began to pour down relentlessly. It started of imperceptible with small showers during the evening, but it culminated in a thunderous storm, that left the entire town without electricity for the greater part of the night and the next day. It was the official announcement that “the times they are a-changin’”. Continue reading “Tales from India #4: The Last Sunny Days in Goa”

Tales from India #3: The Subtle Art of Making Chapatis

Recently, I have spent a lot of time thinking about the big question of what art is. Was there a universal answer to this question? Was there one undeniable truth? Some say that art is not about truth, it’s about expression and beauty. To others, it’s a “source of calm in a chaotic world“. There is no shortage of elaborate opinion pieces written by highly educated people. However, many seem to come to the same conclusion that art should evoke an emotional response.  Continue reading “Tales from India #3: The Subtle Art of Making Chapatis”

Tales from India #2: Food Poisoning in Kochi

The Indians on the beach in Goa didn’t care who was helping them as long as the person in question was capable of helping. Their motto, most likely, was “all hands on deck” as they asked me if I could help them push their tour boat safely on shore. A moment later my hands were gripped against one of the outriggers and with the rise and fall of the Arabian Sea, and the “Push!” signal by the captain we steadily gained inch by inch. It appears that I walked along the beach just at the right time, for the same thing happened twice more. Continue reading “Tales from India #2: Food Poisoning in Kochi”

Tales from India #1: Through The Western Ghats Towards Munnar

We were passing through the Western Ghats at a slow pace. The engine of our public bus has its limitations, which none of the passengers particularly minded. This part of the mountainous region was completely covered in lush trees, and cattle were grazing on a field at the foot of the mountain. Banana plantations were the only things that gave this area some structure, which ironically made them appear out of place. Continue reading “Tales from India #1: Through The Western Ghats Towards Munnar”