Hear The rumble of the wind, The ominous tune it plays on roof tins. Behold The darkening of the sky, The swift embrace of clouds on the sly. Feel The pounding of the hearts, The rain’s sharp descent, its pointed darts. * This whooshing wind, this eerie sky, This unyielding torrent in the storm’s eye,Continue reading “In the storm’s eye”
Monthly Archives: May 2020
Have we lost it?
[First published in The Hindu dated July 29, 2016] The Ballroom of Chennai’s Taj Coromandel hotel, resplendent under the amber glow of 20-something chandeliers, seemed like an unlikely setting for a discussion on climate change. After all, the brightly-lit room was, if anything, a painful reminder of our conspicuous consumption of electricity, and everything elseContinue reading “Have we lost it?”
Interview: Amitav Ghosh on climate change
“We have set in motion chains of causality whose ends we cannot see”
After the storm
He sits on his haunches Palm over the head. The storm last night Blew away his hut. It was made out of straw And some thatch, It was no match For the might Of the raging monster. In Sundarbans, People become meals For crocodiles &Continue reading “After the storm”
She is falling
[I wrote this poem 15 years ago while watching a tree being cut for widening the road near the IIT-Madras campus. As with back then, even now, my heart aches when I watch a tree fall!] She’s falling. She, who shade gave and fruits bore, For the greedy ones who wanted more Is in aContinue reading “She is falling”
An anthropologist among the journalists 