Illuminated faces by a golden or amber liquid, spume hung to the lips. Tongue clearing the whole thing. Behind the counter, this is an endless and sped-up video of the day, in a paradoxical slow-motion: steins get filled, two different taps, one for the foam, the other one for the golden brown liquid.
That was the month of the yellow winds dust storms from china tear gas from guns-- That was the year I learned to cry again to shake as if it were a prayer; Easter Sunday, surrounded by troops the students began to sing: something about freedom
The day we arrive, the map says duck pond, but our host crosses out the words impatiently: not a duck pond— it’s a lake! It floods sometimes, enough to wash a car away. A man drowned there a few years back. Jeremy demands proof: How can there be a funeral with no body? We walk through town. The duck pond by the road is flat and calm. Two weeks later, young Karam, brought by his father to help welcome us, retells the story.
In the firefighter’s dawn, a waking jolt Shook a scientist’s needle in its bracket. Our storm-flensed heaven made no sign of rain. We went about our business, unaware Of what would come of that discovery While somewhere unnoticed, a faithful eye
While M.S. Golwalkar is the better known ideologue of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh or RSS, Dr. B.S. Moonje was no less influential in the formation of the ethos of militant Hindu nationalism. A brilliant ophthalmologist who discovered a new way of treating cataract, he was the head of the Hindu Mahasabha from 1927 to 1937, when he was succeeded by V.D. Savarkar. He was a close friend and mentor of Hegdewar as well. After attending the Second Round Table Conference in England in 1931
“We are all merchants,” said Selfridge, “and all races of men have been merchants in some form or the other.” Merchant was he who was a writer, doctor, statesman, lawyer or an artist, said Selfridge. While bourgeois mercantilism found an illustrious redefinition in the store Selfridges, what also became furthermore legitimate was—to put it rather bluntly—the vulgar and consummative gaze of the travelling buyer, or the soon-to-evolve window-shopper.
It was 2010. Cohen’s world tours had been on for a couple of years. His one-time secretary Ms Kelley Lynch had defrauded him of millions of dollars. (Eventually she was sentenced to 18 months in prison in 2013, on grounds of harassing him with intimidating calls and emails.) Cohen who had retired from public life, had to start singing at concerts in 2008. They were a runaway hit contrary to his expectations, and his managers decided that this could be expanded to a world tour.
The River Liffey cuts through Dublin on its way to the Irish Sea, dividing the town into two distinct halves. “South of the Liffey,” reported our Fodor’s guide, “are graceful squares and fashionable terraces from Dublin’s elegant Georgian heyday.” Trinity College, Temple Bar, Grafton Street—all of the city’s most heralded sights are here.
Lest I be censured for misleading the reader, she was not from that Azad Kashmir--which is better known as Pakistan administered Kashmir. She was perhaps only going that way. She was however, from Srinagar--one that wanted azadi.
In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers Guilds struck a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire.
Ostrava and its region is a former industrial center, but you know, the city and its inhabitants are really willing to get back on their feet, they are very active in investing dynamism into the rehabilitation the region.
Kashmir’s geography has the added charm that one can read the unique history of literally each place in the pages of Kalhaṇa’s Rājataraṅginī that was written in 1150. As in Herodotus’s Histories about Greece,
Barcelona has never been acceptable to Madrid, which is, by comparison, a sullenly bureaucratic sort of place; at least that's what Barcelonans would have you believe. Barcelonans are Catalan, which...
He laid an envelope upon the table, and we all bent over it. It was of common quality, greyish in colour. The address, "Sir Henry Baskerville, Northumberland Hotel", was printed in rough characters;...
There can be no doubt; he is a womanizer...of cities. When his New York affair began, in Allen's own words (as Alvy) he was the: "I think I'm gonna be the balding virile type, you know, as opposed to say the, uh, distinguished gray." And, by god, we loved him for that. Or, perhaps we all mistook his landscapes for him. Termed as Muses and Cliches -- and in an endless litany of articulate and inarticulate audience-responses -- Woody Allen's cities keep inspiring, mesmerising, irritating, eluding and deluding just as the characters inhabiting them.