Equatorial region? Says who?

There is a chill – in both climate and culture There is no sun here……….well, not now! Perhaps sparingly, but it comes accompanied by the crispness of that oh-so-familiar autumn wind!!  And in its dido, that naughty north-wind rips through Read More …

 

The Sphere of Cognition

There is a thin line between love and hate, and it is called perception. If our cognitive spheres intersect and we inhabit the same mental space, we can communicate, but when one of us leaves that sphere, we cease to Read More …

 

Tango on the run

I was seeking relief from the anomie that enshrouded me. I sought every tango venue in Indianapolis; sadly enough though, there were not too many. On one occasion, I drove to Champagne Urbana, in Illinois, there were two couples on Read More …

 

Sosua, Republica de Dominicana

Sosua reminds me very much of certain places in Jamaica, Guyana, and Honduras (Roatan). Immediately I feel at home, the people are extremely friendly and not mendicant like in Jamaica or Belize. The locals in Sosua speak several languages as their Read More …

 

An Italian Facade

Il muro elegante A plain façade, an unadorned wall, an eclectic fenestration of odd-sized windows and doors; spurious slots punctuate this curtain wall of large sized blocks of brick. The blocks look like enlarged sponges that would decorate a seabed. Read More …

 

Breakfast by the Arabian Sea

  Chateau Windsor Hotel is on Veer Nariman Road, so called because of Nariman’s Point which is some 2 minutes by taxi. In colonial times, Nariman Piont was used as the principal port in Mumbai. Directly across from the Chateau Windsor Read More …

 

Constructed realities

The train stopped in Termini, Roma. Through the window, I could see many passengers gathering closer to the end of the platform, eagerly waiting for the train to stop. It is Friday and everyone was travelling out of the city to the coastal areas; Read More …

 

Surama, Guyana

A better attendant one could not have asked for. Orla was her name.A simple woman of medium built and hair color like the dou-tones of the rupunini mountains. She was as accommodating as she was simple; and as efficient as Read More …

 

Do you see me?

I am real only to the extent that I maintain the reality of their constructions of reality; I will be acknowledged only when I conform to the scripted conversations, interactions and paradigms, when I move beyond or outside of those Read More …

 

In Guyana, when it rains it pours

It has been three days since I arrived. Guyana is still the same – the downpour of rain early in the year. Old rickety vehicles with blaring horns and unresolved engine troubles carouse the streets incessantly; with each minute of Read More …