Paw and order: The act of killing

Recently Kerala, a southern state in India, has ordered the mass slaughter of rabid stray dogs. This was after government officials made panicky and untrue statements about their menace. And for the past two months, stray dogs (not just the rabid ones) have been mercilessly hunted down. The State government’s reaction has been an expected one. Some... Continue Reading →

10 commandments that are cash cows to Indian filmmakers

Whenever we, as Indians, mourn the lack of good films, we are told that we have great expectations. That we should just appreciate the handful of Indian films that stay true to the art form and shut up about the rest. It is however difficult to forgive the industry for using copyright violations, crass sentiments and a bipolar stance on sexuality to bring Indian cinema... Continue Reading →

A case for the commoners: Red-Wattled Lapwing

She's not a canvas for the weak to paintbrush their dreams in, she's a coat of paint for the weary to re-imagine the world with Many summers ago, I was at the Vedanthangal Bird Sanctuary, minding my own business and that of a few passerine birds. Suddenly a shrill sound – tee-tee-tiri – started echoing in the air; as... Continue Reading →

Beauty is three parts dead

I used to find myself drawn towards the ocean and her charms. The crackling of waves. The distant chatter of fishermen. And the frothing of her tides. The ocean often had me entranced. I was fascinated with aquatic life-forms back then. It thrilled me to find them near ocean-beds. But most were dead by the time I stumbled upon them. Yet I... Continue Reading →

To believe is to see: Indian Pitta

While in Thekkady earlier this year, I had spotted a stubby bird I had never seen before. I was taking an evening stroll behind the cottage. And there she was, like a doodle crayoned by a prodigiously-gifted child, about 100 meters away from me. She looked incredibly familiar. But I just couldn't put my finger on it. I... Continue Reading →

Love her wildly and leave her wild

A hill can be a babysitter, rubbing eucalyptus oil on our belly bruises as the winter chill leaves her abloom. A playful child, cupping the rain off giant leaves, calling to attention our tired gaze. A mother, drawing us closer to the floral stretch-marks of the summer in her womb. Or a prostitute, with parts of her stolen... Continue Reading →

Let us prey

Those with the sharpest beaks are taught to sniff out the weak; especially the ones with the tiniest mouths to feed. In the wild, even the cruellest of circumstances doesn't seem unfair. When a raptor swoops in to prey on an injured rodent, the scales of justice do not tip in favour of evil. If... Continue Reading →

The road not forsaken: Ousteri Lake

There's something intoxicating about new experiences. Good or bad, it leaves behind a sweet itching in our throats; a calamitous aching for more. Yet we remain obsessed about our precious routines too. We hold them close in fear of being asphyxiated otherwise. Perhaps the truth is that we want some facets of our lives to turn... Continue Reading →

Wake up and smell her paintings

It was a quiet morning in Kodaikanal. The forest was still and its citizens - cuddling in the mist. The trees looked like silhouettes of ballerinas. And out came the sun with a mild splash to wash the darkness away. It held hostage our dreams in small proportions and our love for infinite space. Patches of... Continue Reading →

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