By Sooraj Nanaiah I remember cycling down Hyder Ali Road at 3 pm on my way to tennis coaching. I was 14 years old, the sun overhead and the heat harsh. But…
By Sooraj Nanaiah
I remember cycling down Hyder Ali Road at 3 pm on my way to tennis coaching. I was 14 years old, the sun overhead and the heat harsh. But the road — lined with tall rain trees — made it bearable. Their thick canopy provided shade, kept the ground cool and made even a summer afternoon manageable.
By Dr. R. Balasubramaniam There is a peculiar arrangement in my neighbour's home that everyone there calls dog ownership. They believe they own a dog. The dog, a portly fellow named Bruno,…
By Sujata Rajpal My name is Sujata and there is no ‘h’ in my name.” That’s how I introduced myself when, twenty-five years ago, I made Mysuru my home. Landing straight from…
from a Princely State By R.G. Singh, Secretary, Ramsons Kala Pratishtana From Left: 1. Unidentified lady, 2. H.H. Yuvarani Kempucheluvajammanni (23.6.1893 to 30.12.1970), wife of H.H. Yuvaraja Kanteerava Narasimharaja Wadiyar, 3. H.H.…
