Harini Calamur's Writings
When I started my career, media existed in silos: television, cable, advertising, radio, news, and the twain rarely met. Now, I don’t know where one begins and another ends. The public space is muddled, with signals coming from everywhere. You are a…
Amazon’s abandoned AI leaderboard is not really a story about artificial intelligence. It is a story about incentives.
I suffered a stroke two years ago. My speech was gone. My ability to express myself was gone. ChatGPT helped me rebuild that. Patient, non-judgmental, always there. I like AI. I am grateful for what it gave back to me. Now I…
Who controls online speech — governments, platforms, regulators, or billionaires? A sharp look at censorship, content moderation, and authorised speech.
Not another AI think-piece. This is what daily use actually feels like — what it does to judgment, craft, and the way you think. From the practitioner’s seat.
My dog Cookie and my brother’s dog Luna “talk” to each other all the time. Not in English. Not in words. But in signals, tone, rhythm, posture. To them, it is a complete conversation. To me, it is noise I partly understand…
“Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one.”— A.J. Liebling Today, that freedom belongs not to journalists, but to billionaires. In the past, owning a press meant printing influence. Today, owning a platform means owning perception. Elon Musk…
One year ago, on Maha Shivaratri — March 8, 2024 — I had a brain stroke.I was in Faridabad.We were supposed to deck the hall for Maha Shivaratri celebrations.I woke up at 4:30 am for my sadhana. Finished by 5:45 am.Then walked…
This appeared in the FPJ on the 10th of Feb 2024 In recent days we have seen a tremendous drive across institutions to save the ancient institution of marriage. In early February, the Supreme Court rejected the plea of a 44-year-old woman…
This appeared in Splainer in January Played as the sun sets, Raga Marwa feels like a cool breeze that not just cools your skin, but also calms your soul, washing off the weariness of the day. It is a poignant melody that…