Tuesday, January 13, 2026
Cdr Hemanth Kumar - Kaundinya a Stitched Ship
Monday, January 12, 2026
Interesting TED Talk - Why We Suck at Making Friends
I found this interesting. This term 'Friendship Recession'.
On wards then. Start a Friendship revolution.
Thought for the Day - Consciousness is Bound by Fear
Our consciousness is bound by our fears. A limitless consciousness can accept anything, handle anything. A fearful consciousness restricts, limits. Our fears come from thoughts. Of past conditioning.
Be fearless. Be thoughtless. Just open up for limitless good.
Sunday, January 11, 2026
Hyderabad by Walk - Nampally
| Nampally Sarai |
| Yousufain dargah |
| Shah Khamosh dargah |
Saturday, January 10, 2026
Treasurer of Piggy Banks - Vinod Kumar Shukla (Translated from Hindi by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra)
It is a collection of poems by well known writer Vinod Kumar Shukla. I do not understand poetry much but his poems I could make sense of more than others (though the blurb made no sense to me as it compared his poems to maths - another subject I do not understand very well).
But, as with his stories which I read the other day, there is a stillness that comes into his thought, in his writing. The themes are about birds, rooms, windows, money, bazaars, trees, forests, mountains, keys, wells, rivers, deer, cheetahs,rains, arriving, leaving, ageing, birth, death, things half remembered, writing a poem, adivasis, old age and a few poems for children. Each with an angle that is unique and compassionate, that goes beyond what is said simply by being where it is. He sees life so clearly that we are left wondering at all that his vision encompasses.
The poems were luckily printed in Hindi on one side and the English translation on the other. I read both and certainly the Hindi original had a different quality. Glad I could read both.
Some excerpts.
'Writing a poem,
worldly matters occupy me
and there's a knock on the door,
I go open it
when I hear the sound.'
As simple as that.
'It hasn't rained yet,
The tree in front of our house
had been cut down,
Is that the reason?"
'Oh adivasis, The trees did not desert you,
nor did you leave the forest on your own,
I saw groups of you walking down city streets this year,
bedraggled children in tow, forest people without forests,
Is that the reason?'
'The year's now ended,
In the groups of families
I noticed there were no infants,
Is this the beginning
of the end of the adivasis?'
or
"Wherever I go, I carry this inborn death with me,
I'll save it
for as long as I live."
And so much more. Enjoyed reading it a lot.
Acts of Love - Vinod Gives Me Two of His Favorite Books
Wednesday, January 7, 2026
Blue is Like Blue - Vinod Kumar Shukla (translated from the Hindi by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra and Sara Rai)
One forward from a friend about someone who reviewed Shukla ji's work and then for some reason many more stories started coming in. A documentary on his life. The award winning Hindi writer, poet and novelist caught my eye. He had impacted many as could be seen from the tributes that flowed. Shukla ji passed away in December.
So I searched for his books and did not have the courage to attempt to read his Hindi novels so I ordered translations. 'Blue is like Blue' came first, short stories translated by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra and Sara Bai. The themes are of the 60s but very relatable even now of course. About money to be sent home that's missing which makes the son apologetic to the extent that he plans to go hungry to make up for that twenty rupees. A man who thinks he has forgotten to lock the door to his room and goes back to check only to find that he had - the difference of how he feels about the lock when there's money in the room and when there is not. A tenant who wants squirrels to come into his room from the tree next to his window but cannot explain that to his landlord and ends up leaving. A man telling his friend perhaps out of jealousy to inflict pain on his wife who has a tattoo on her arm by using a knife or putting acid on it (this one was different from his other gentle stuff). A weird gathering of people discussing a road, a man and his shoes that pinch him. An old veranda that had always been part of his house which seemed to have come from their old house. And life at college for a young man who is not sure he will get a job, but his father wants to marry him off.
Definitely a pace that slows you down. The stories take you into the thoughts or spaces where we semi notice things, feelings, people, even colours. Shukla ji sees those spaces and its a bit like Murakami, only more real and relatable. Many times he does not use names for his characters, most of whom are very normal people even for the 60s - cycle riding, single room tenants, few clothes, living away from families, money issues and stuff like that. But the world is very real and relatable and so are the characters and their motives and fears. Enjoyed reading.

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