Harini Calamur's Writings
…. this morning. It was a normal Friday morning. Got up bright and early to get to college. Finished lectures. Began driving from Sophia College to Bandra. Just as soon as you get out of the main gate at Sophia, you drive…
Every year, at around this time, I trudge down to Mumbai University – Kalina to correct/moderate papers. I, for my sins, am the chairperson for one of the papers. When asked the first time what does the chairperson do – I was…
Sometimes, the mind is a dangerous place to get lost in.it is a place where time & space are elastic and past, present and future co-exist without any issue.And it is even more scary when that manifests itself as an almost lifelike,…
The Boss. Quite a character. Swears like a sailor. Commands like an empress. Plays like a child. Is stubborn as a mule. Sulks like a prima donna. stalks like a hunter. pranoid. self willed. with a sense of humour . Never name…
stuff i have no answers to … a) what is it about the male of the species and their fascination for nose snort, ear wax and other assorted stuff … a few days ago i overheard two building boys having an animated…
It is that time of the year again. i trudge down to Kalina and correct papers. The students who finish this course go on to become journalists .. and they come up with some gems. . The University is still in the…
I got a mail today. There is nothing unusual about that – i get mails on most days…It’s the content of the mail that cracked me up : with a subject matter that read we miss you, the mail read as follows…
Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. – thomas gray – elegy written in a country church…
standing at the edge of the ocean, dancing… that woman was…. I wish sometimes that i can drop all caution and just do mad stuff – not necessarily dance at the edge of the ocean … but ….
and here is something surreal to go with it : Ted Hughes on why the Crow is Black futility 🙁 The Crow’s Fall When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white. He decided it glared much too whitely. He…