Tag Archives: Story

The mathematics class

It was a dreary autumn day, the same year Lootika had joined their school. The apabhraṃśa class had just gotten over. Somakhya’s head was spinning with all the confusing genders of the vulgar apabhraṃśa that was dealt with in the … Continue reading

Posted in Life | Tagged , , ,

Sītā in the pyre

It was quiet, early Saturday evening. Vidrum, Jukuta, Sharvamanyu and Lootika were hanging out on the parkway of Somakhya’s house. They had assembled there for some curricular preparation on differentiation. Somakhya and Lootika had covered the chain rule and the … Continue reading

Posted in Heathen thought, Life | Tagged , , , , , , ,

A day at school

It was the English class in school. The teacher, a swarthy man with somewhat liberal political leanings, strode into the class: “Today we shall be studying a poem by the white American poet Robert Frost, Fire and Ice. Dandadipa, stand … Continue reading

Posted in Life | Tagged , , , , , , ,

Of lives of men; of times of men-III

Of lives of men; of times of men-II As they were talking, they saw a sallow-complexioned youth pass by them some distance away carrying a bat on his shoulder. Vidrum waved out to him and he responded similarly and after some … Continue reading

Posted in Cricket, Life, Politics | Tagged , , ,

Of lives of men; of times of men-II

Of lives of men; of times of men-I Vidrum: “When we attended the discussions at the Right Wing Debate club we heard the president Rammandir Mishra repeatedly emphasize that South Asian civilization was not a ‘history-centric’ civilization and that history-centricism … Continue reading

Posted in Heathen thought, History, Life | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,

Of lives of men; of times of men-I

Sharvamanyu and Vidrum arrived at the campus where Somakhya and Lootika were in their final days of college. Sharvamanyu had already been working for several months while Vidrum had just completed the last but one of his major exams for … Continue reading

Posted in Heathen thought, History, Life, Politics | Tagged , , , , , , , ,

The story of the Orissan cycle-vālā

Vidrum had been under considerable pressure. His parents had made it clear that they would auction away his new bike if he was not ranked within the top 5 in his class in the impending mid-semester exams. They had also … Continue reading

Posted in Life | Tagged , , , , ,