Ritusamhara – there used to be six seasons, my love

प्रचण्डसूर्यः स्पृहणीयचन्द्रमाः सूखावगाह क्षतवारिसञ्चयः। दिनान्तरम्योऽभुय्पशान्तमन्मथो निदाघकालोऽयम् उपागतः प्रिये ।। The sun is furious, but the moon is cool. Bathing is pleasant, but ponds are shrinking. Day-ends are charming, but the Cupid stirs no more. Cruel summer has set in, my love. (Ritusamhara 1:1) random image collected from internet (supposedly the cover of a You tube … Continue reading Ritusamhara – there used to be six seasons, my love →

Kamasutra of Sage Vatsyayana

The difficulty of writing a post about Kamasutra is that there is so much free material already floating in cyberspace. With about 12000 verses Charaka Samhita may have 12 times more content than Kamasutra. But the wikipedia page of Kamasutra is definitely much more elaborate than Charaka Samhita. So sex being still a taboo, we … Continue reading Kamasutra of Sage Vatsyayana →

the summer of separation

I am not the only one to feel the pangs of separation. The village pond waits for the return of lilies and the river bed for the black clouds. Is the short night the only solace? Even for the leaves of the gulmohour? It expands beyond the stars as I toss and turn and … Continue reading the summer of separation →

Love in the Age of Market Economy

To associate love with sacrifice is sublime. To mix love with pleasure is human. And to make business out of love is American. According to the Greeting Card Association of America 25% of all cards sent are valentines. Of course, now cards have replaced diamonds. Well, love is in the air. In India it is … Continue reading Love in the Age of Market Economy →

love is the way

Late nineteen eighties. Just when we thought we were out of our teenage hangovers and stupidities, and the advent of TV and DVD players would sound the death knell for Bollywood, a spate of romantic films ruled the box office. These movies also launched the career of a lot of stars: the innocent looking Juhi … Continue reading love is the way →

The lunatic, the lover and the poet, are of imagination all compact

“The lunatic, the lover and the poet, are of imagination all compact.” The statement appears in Shakespear’s play ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ Somebody who does not confirm to our logical mind, we call him/her mad. Love is beyond logic. So is poetry. Love is so much beyond logic, some say love is blind. So one … Continue reading The lunatic, the lover and the poet, are of imagination all compact →