Sane Ravings

Reflections on books, encounters and people

Talking the Walk – 1

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Life teaches us so many things at morning walks, which is a perfect slice of the organic world we live in with all its exciting variety men and women of all ages and shapes. The background Clip clop clip clop clip clop… I walk even in sleep. When you guys toss your care away and hit the bed at night my head would be booming with clip- clop, clip- clop, clip- clop… Were there earthquakes, avalanches, volcano eruptions last night? … Continue reading

Talking the Walk – 2

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Continued from Part 1 of Talking the Walk The gait When some men march past, you can hear medals clanging about on their chests.  Their eyes would be planted on the moon, their tummies would be drawn in to the point of implosion, their hands would be swinging to measured height and distance vigorously as if they are on an everlasting passing out parade, desperate to impress the higher-ups left-right-left-right left… You must have noted that the guy who walks … Continue reading

Loser’s Revolt

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Thirty years ago today my brother (who was only 14) decided to send a message to his teacher he could never forget. He hanged himself to death. Could he teach his teacher the lesson he wanted to teach? His brother reports from home (This story was first published at yentha.com 4 years ago). The run-up to a revolt There were signs all over the home. On the rose plant you did not water for a whole week, on the crumbled … Continue reading

Baptism by Fire: My Father – Part 1

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Despite all the pressure, I had to wait for four years before I could bring myself to write something about my father.It was as difficult as to take a handful of water from an ocean. What to choose and what to leave out. What I leave behind seems to be of Tsunamic proportion. Still I bring to you this handful. My father, Kilimanoor Remakanthan, as I know.  It was a time when a boy with a spark of poetry could … Continue reading