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Letters, civic life, cinema, and things worth keeping.
Civic Life
- What I Wish We Were Taught About Money
We teach children to calculate interest. We don't teach them what it means to guarantee someone else's debt.
- Vrishabhavathi Hole: The River I Want Bengaluru to Recover
I remember muddy water filling the canal when I was about nine. I want Bengaluru to have its river back. These are my hopes, and questions we should take seriously.
- We Segregated Our Waste. Why Was It Mixed Again?
We pay for collection and separate our waste. Then the collection process undoes that effort.
- Why Does Our Responsibility End at Our Doorstep?
I want a cleaner Bengaluru and a cleaner India. I want us to care about what happens to our waste after it leaves our hands.
Memories
- What My Certificate Folder Says
Best Student twice inside my own school. A 'B' grade, a 4th prize, a 2nd prize outside it.
- Creativity Can't Be Byhearted, I Wrote
Two answers from my 2007 college notebook, on creativity and on a poem about women.
- A Lecture on Television, and an Invitation One Day Before the Wedding
A warning about television and a letter-writing exercise, from a 2004 notebook.
- Essays I Mostly Learned by Heart
Most of my school essays came from guide books. You can find me in the grammar.
- My School, 2004
An essay on education, teachers and school management, written when I was in 9th standard.
- A Leave Letter and an Invitation
Two pages from a 2003 school notebook. A request for two days' leave, and a letter to a friend about Dasara.
- The Only Original Essay in the Class
An essay I wrote on my first day in 9th standard. I was so innocent that I didn't even copy.
Literature
- Niccham Posatu: Halegannada Is Savi Siri
Two young monks facing sacrifice, a cockerel made of dough, and Karna and Ravana as tragic heroes. What Hampana’s explanations helped me understand.
Letters
- All I Can Give You Is Explanation
A birthday letter to a friend I should have held on to.
- You Have to Believe Me. Honest.
The longest letter I ever wrote, and the most honest.
- A Quiet Lake
A few lines from a friend's reply, which I still carry with me.
- When My Words Were Welcome
I had never thought that I, or my writing, would be so welcome.
- Life Is a Dream Seen with Open Eyes
Seven months later, writing back to say I hadn't done it yet.
Film & Culture
- The Cinema Landscape I Dream of for India
Great screens and small, affordable theatres. My hope for more people in India to enjoy going to the cinema.