By Dr. R. Balasubramaniam Walking into my office every morning feels like stepping into a time machine — one that malfunctions frequently, swinging me from one era to another without warning. On…
By Dr. R. Balasubramaniam
Walking into my office every morning feels like stepping into a time machine — one that malfunctions frequently, swinging me from one era to another without warning. On one side, my peers in their sixties nod sagely, discussing "policy frameworks" over their morning tea, while on the other, the younger crowd debates whether oat milk or almond milk is superior in their overpriced coffees. The contrast is stark, and my survival hinges on my ability to adapt.
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.…
