I have great admiration for people with great memory power. My Dad would always use a Sanskrit term ‘ekasandhigrahi’ for those extraordinarily brilliant people who could remember the things they have read, taught or heard once. I suppose in English they are called people with ‘Photographic memories’! Though there were none of that caliber in my friend circle when I was a student, there were some who effortlessly remembered what they revised whereas, the others …like me… would strain the grey cells...

What do you call the condition when you can't log in to your fav blogspace and relate to the invisible compassionate hundreds of friends ...? What do you call it when you are too tired at the end of the day that you don't have the strength to even shut doen the computer that has been left running...?
What do you call it when the whole day you are scurrying around from place to place in a pace you have been in recent times not used to...? What do you call it when a sinking feeling hits the...

Remember an old story where a perfect polyglot comes to the court of the emperor Krishnadeva Raya and challenges the king to identify his mother tongue? The pundit is so good in using all the known languages that the courtiers are unable to expose him. Enter Tenali Rama, the ‘vikata kavi’ ( a palindrome…) who promises to expose the linguist the next day. That night, while the guest sleeps, a bucket of ice – cold water is poured on him and the pundit jumps up yelling in his mother tongue. The next...

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The most common ones used to be ‘It was out of syllabus’ or “the teacher showed partiality… So and so has been given full marks …and she has cut my marks though I have written the same answer…” We even used to try the time-tested one, ‘ The paper was too lengthy and there...

I am saddened to hear about the Supreme Court approval for the demolition of Appu Ghar. There is a twinge somewhere inside my heart… Not that I had a close association with the place. I think I might have been there twice. The first time in my teens, when I was visiting cousins… <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
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In my shady past I have had the temerity of representing the Kerala...