My English translation of a conversation between Chanakya and Chandragupta in the 2011 T.V. series, Chandragupta Maurya (the YouTube subtitles shall vastly differ). (Seated beneath a tree in a forest, ere first light, was Chandragupta. To his reminiscence came the memories, alike happy and sad, of his late mother Moora…

It was something of an open-air auditorium in the campus of a university; but we were not students of that university. We were assembled for a most unusual two-part event. A large, concrete, rectangular wall, pale peach in colour, was to serve as the projection screen. It was situated at…

The sky was clear; a brilliant blue, and the sun was high. My younger brother and I were in a posh-looking neighbourhood of tree-shaded bungalows, much like the average American suburb. Or, at any rate, how many foreigners might imagine the average American suburb. For antecedents unclear, the cast of…

It is the year 1953, as available research goes, done deep but by only a handful of people. It has been but six years since the independence of India. The literacy rate is below 20%, and debilitating poverty is the norm. English is the language of the elite; speaking it…

It was an uplifting evening on Sunday. So soon as my grandmother shut the door, proceeding downstairs for her evening stroll, my younger brother and I worked apace in preparing sandwiches for dinner: a simple matter of pizza-pasta sauce applied to one side of one slice, seasoning, and cheese slices…

Now it was that with the aid of Rishi Satyavrata, Lord Vishnu, Supreme of Lords, in the form of a fish big and majestic, led the most virtuous of mankind into the cyclical beginning of days; and the youngest of yugas commenced. …

It had been six years since his retirement from politics. In every wise, he was unusual. For one, he was hundred and thirty one years of age — an unusual extent of longevity. For another, he became prime minister at the age of sixty and held it for seven uninterrupted…

The General was back at his residence, and he sat in his specially built library reading a book, sipping fine digestif after an early dinner. The door to his library flung open and was shut with equal tempest. But the General was not startled. “I see something has agitated you…

Lest We Forget: The Life and Times of my Father Brig. John Dalvi (missionvictoryindia.com) (Alternate Link for the Obituary): India of My Dreams: HIMALAYAN BLUNDER: (indiamydreamland.blogspot.com) A word of apology must form the preamble for this post, for it has become longer than I had expected. The focus ought ideally…