Delhi My Underworld

Delhi my Underworld “Once through this ruined city did I pass I espied a lonely bird on a bough and asked ‘What knowest thou of this wilderness?’ It replied: 'I can sum it up in two words: ‘Alas, Alas!” ― Khushwant Singh, Delhi Delhi has risen and fallen many times....

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To the Waters and the Wilderness

  I'm thinking about water, for this blog. I mean we lie around beaches and lollop in the waters for our de-stress from the distress of the rapidity of our lives and this to me is like a return to the waters of our mothers. We need the comfort of the repetitious tides...

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Shirdi Milkshakes

Anyway here I am back in India, for the first time with my son since he was 8 months old visiting the Dalai Lama, and living on a farm near Dharmsala with dear old friends among the paddy fields. This time, I have come to forget about someone I met here who impacted...

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The Fretful Midge

This is the beginning of my blog. Born today, on a full moon in Taurus in the year 2016. I name it ‘The Fretful Midge’ because I think it is one of the most wonderful titles for any piece of literature I have ever come across. It was coined or perhaps ‘birthed’ by Terence De Vere White, a writer who was a contemporary of my father’s in Dublin, when all the scribblers used to gather in The Pearl Bar on Fleet Street, opposite the Irish Times. This is a photo of it long after its heyday when the likes of Brendan Behan were crooning at the counter:

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