At The Edge

Kamal: Films about Texas are also exciting. Why do you do see good movies at all? Bimal: Amal, have you seen any of Yul Brynner's movies? Amal: I've seen them all. He acts so well! You may admire Marlon Brando as much as you like, but he's nothing compared to Yul Brynner . Have you seen him, Indra? Indrajit: Yes, Once or twice. Kamal: Pooh! Bald head. Amal: But what a head! He can well afford the courage of keeping it bald. - And Indrajit ( Ebong Indrajit ) by Badal Sircar Translated from Bengali by Sheela Mukherjee - Written in 1963, the play is about Calcutta's middle class as represented by characters: Amal, Bimal, Kamal. And Indrajit. Found it in New Writings in India (1974) by Adil Jussawalla -0- Similar posts on: Praveen Babi Madhuri Dixit -0- Special effect for the poster of Yul Brynner created using irfanview

Rama's Bridge. A subset of Landsat 5 TM true color composite of Rama's bridge or Ram Setu (referred by British cartographers as Adam's Bridge). Path 142 Row 54; Bands 742 (RGB); Resolution 30 meter. Original image acquired on 6 February, 1988 at 4:42:00 GMT. courtesy: landcover.org -0- 23/7/2008 In Ram Setu case, appearing for the government, senior advocate Fali S Nariman said: “If you want to go strictly by the religious scriptures, the Padma Purana states Lord Rama broke the bridge after rescuing Sita. And according to the Hindu faith, something that is broken cannot be worshipped.” The distance from Panjayavar to Ramsher (Rameshar, Rameshwaram?) is 40 farsakh , that between Ramsher and Setubandha 2 farsakh . Setubandha means bridge of the ocean . It is the dike of Rama, the son of Dasaratha, which he built from the continent to the castle Lanka. At present it consists of isolated mountains between which the ocean flows. Sixteen farsakh from Setubandha towards...

And this is true, No man can live Who does not bury god in a deep grave And then raise up the skeleton again, No man who does not break and make, Who in the bones finds not new faith, Lends not flesh to ribs and neck, Who does not break and make his final faith. - Dylan Thomas Poem of May 23, 1933 in February 1933 Notebook -0- About the image: Flammarion Woodcut by an unknown artist and first documented in 1888. Read more about the image at wiki

Kashmir secedes from this Blog Almost all the posts on Kashmir, except selected few, have been deleted from here and posted a new at my other blog about Kashmir: Search Kashmir A friend and a reader of this blog, alarmed by my spate of recent posts on Kashmir, emailed to ask if from now on I will only write about Kashmir. Got me thinking... Since I don't see myself running out of stories about Kashmir, stories that would need separate set of readers, thought it would be proper to give these stories a separate space. Hence the new blog! -0-

The novel as practiced today is an archaic form that no longer answers the needs of the modern psyche. It presents a rigid, exhausted formula, and has grown unwieldy as an instrument of expression. It lacks the possibility of further evolution, because it clings to the descriptive requisites of a banal universe. It has grown artificial, and, like the rhyme, represents a straitjacket to the creative visionary of our age. The novel of the future will be a compendium of all the manifestation of life in a timeless and spaceless projection. The novel of the future will use telegrams, letters, decrees, fairy tales, legends, and dreams as documents for the new mythos. The novel of the future will be a plastic encyclopedia of the fusion of subjective and objective reality. The novel of the future will synthesize all the styles of the epoch in an effort towards unity. The novel of the future will plunge into the underworld of out being and create fables in consciousness. The novel of t...

My hard disk crashed recently. The screen kept giving me "cannot read disk" error. All the data, pdf files of downloaded books, word documents, music, movies, stuff that took months to collect, photographs, half doodled posts that I thought of completing someday to put here and the post that I was working on for past few days - all gone. Nothing cannot be read anymore. Hours and hours gone. I felt bad, but, it could have been worse. I could have lost all the photographs of Kashmir that I clicked on my recent visit, a visit that took more than 18 years to actually happen. Luckily, I hadn't uploaded them yet! Anyway, since that hard disk was rendered useless, I decided to use an old hard disk of mine that I had with me during collage. Found some Photoshopped images that I made long ago. Sushma Reddy Maria Conchita Alonso Don't remember this one.