Speculating on the stories – mine and others.
Sometimes, one wonders which one of us has our back turned to the world. Justice might be blindfolded in the associational space afforded to it in the popular imagination. Iustitia stands with her eyes forced shut, with a glorious sword, which only she knows how to wield well. Sometimes, Prudence lingers around with her snake …
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Original story in Kannada by K.P.Poorna Chandra Tejaswi The forest that stretches behind contractor Maalemestri’s hovel is what we know as the Mudremane reserve forest. The thick forest that spreads across a couple of mountain ranges has been a safe haven for the wild boars that plague our agricultural fields. As soon as these rogue …
K.P.Poornachandra Tejaswi (A translation. I have only posted five chapters from the novel, here. You can read the rest, hopefully, when I find a publisher!) Chapter 1 You may be surprised why anyone ventured to name an intersection of roads, jettisoned in the vast expanse of forests, as Jugari Cross. You may also wonder why …
My words have wings and a mind of their own. They sing when the skies are blue and when the breeze filters through the eucalyptus leaves. Unfortunately, they turned their back on me when I returned home to Cambridge. That explains a long silence in this space – I was reckoning means to deal with …
Au revoir, Australia! We are at the end of this ten-week long journey. I am writing this as I wait at Sydney airport for my flight back home. I should very much resent the idea of not having to write about the land I love so much anymore. The Canberra that I had grown to …
I have now seen this land and its creatures ridden down by the three horsemen of the apocalypse. I am not very inclined to wait for the fourth. But I am curious to know what would that be – what’s left really? Fire, smoke, hail, and biblical plague? Locusts? Zeus’ swords? It’s a pity that …
I have stayed away from writing for a while. Since the country had slumped into an extended or even a permanent, state of mourning, I could barely get myself to think or write anything. Not to mention, it is very debilitating to wake into a dull orange glow of smoke covered city, where one must …
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Shall I tell you some more about the state of my work? Why do it now when you will, no doubt, read my thesis! Haha, of course not. You won’t read my thesis. So, I will tell you about the National Gallery in Canberra. The gallery is lined up alongside everything that is of consequence …
Have you ever heard an Australian Raven? If you haven’t, good on you. It is precisely the cries of someone in his death throes. I feel startled every time I hear it even after knowing exactly what to expect from that species. Right now, a couple of noisy miners are haranguing the Ravens and I …
Frankly, I do not think my field notes have to be this sparse. Had I not been jetlagged for a good part of the week and then, suddenly struck by a very random Hay fever, I think I would have had a lot more to say each day. I am sitting inside my quiet apartment, …
Defiant Ecologies 