For Tarun
Tarun Bhartiya was the best husband I have ever met. Other obituaries will begin with other vocations: poetry perhaps, or photography; he was most famous as a maker of movies. He received and returned...
View ArticleSeparation Anxiety
Literature offers us many answers to the dilemma of victorious warriors: the lucky, like Achilles, die; the unlucky, like Paul Atreides, go quite mad. Agamemnon is murdered, Odysseus turns feral; this...
View ArticleRules for Revolutions
Failure might be the fate of revolution, but defeat is the denial of one.
View ArticleThe Stakes of Silence
If Kant’s entire argument presumes the impossibility of ontology as a species of valid knowledge, in what sense does he “rescue” it?
View ArticleAcross These Miles
This, then, is what they don’t tell you about fieldwork: a lot of it is about earnestly realizing that certain things are universally ridiculous, but they are never the things you expect.
View ArticleReturn to Hebdomad.
In the fall, as you know, I stalked several bands as part of my folk beat. PigPen, described below, was the one I chose for my finals essay. It was the night Bette Midler came to see The Old Man and...
View ArticleThe Dying of a Light.
On 27th January 2010 I had just finished setting up my first apartment. I was 23, I was in love, the world awaited my storm. I had an independent study in which to be an Intellectual. I had a boyfriend...
View ArticleTabernacle or Tomb?
One of the dilemmas I’m grappling with is that of an audience. Who am I writing for? It’s not that I write to be read – this would be foolhardy- but that the proposed reader influences how any text is...
View ArticleRelief
This fall I assigned myself a beat: folk music. It wasn’t an official requirement, but one of my professors suggested that I might find the discipline useful once he figured I haven’t a fucking clue...
View ArticleStammersong.
2012 was a year of silence. I am a person complacent in my silences, and for a long time I thought of my quiet as reserve. I even believed it a dignified reserve until one unexpected morning six years...
View ArticleConversations with Dead Folk.
Fellow twitterers will know there are multitudes within chaosbogey. What began one diary amidst many became the metadiary, a distillation of my (very dull) existence. Din would read for bogey, she’d...
View ArticleLately Said.
My favourite new book this year was Manan Ahmed’s Where the Wild Frontiers Are. A review of the book and another (infinitely worse) book is part of the Sunday Guardian’s cover package today. It was...
View ArticleMerely Pilfered.
I am apping when I’m not napping. and what is a blog if not a medium escaping daily tedium … and now you know why I stick to pilfering my poetry. For the next few months (or however long the fancy...
View ArticleFaint Praise.
I’m posting this as I leave for a wedding. As I depart, bogey perversity insists I ask you, Who is Don Draper? This was the question that inspired me to read Barbara Ehrenreich’s The Hearts of Men....
View Articlewe apologise for the inconvenience.
In one week, a fantastic essay will be published. In two, I turn 25. For all my abundant solipsism, I’ve never written a birthday post to myself. I don’t intend to start. If you wish to celebrate that...
View ArticleI Started a Joke.
Hullo, strangers. It has been a long while, I know, and I owe you all explanations. The days, they have been bleak. Literary life was niggardly and personal life devastating, while the parents-...
View ArticleTidings from Hebdomad.
Hebdomad, some of you will remember, is the blog I run on firstpost. It ostensibly belongs to one Ramachandran, and is doing reasonably well, thank you for asking. Neil Gaiman tweeted a post about his...
View ArticleBlogaversary
I began keeping a diary when a cousin told me to write letters to myself, ‘so that you remember never to be such a dolt again’. It was sound advice, for all that it never worked, and I have never...
View Articlewhy I sing my blues
Is the title of an article I wrote for Global Comment. It was about Saas-Bahu soaps, and I tried to be amusing rather than acidic. I might have failed. Go judge for yourselves? Yes, the title was...
View ArticlePulp History
in which bogey attends an awards function. Happy May Day, all. This year, being a somewhat socialist/somewhat liberal, I decided to celebrate by recalling other ditherers in Indian history. Thus, the...
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