Bharat at the moment is not very mahan and secondly the Muslims have contributed a lot, from literature to cinema, not forgetting a paramvir chakra or two, just to jog the nationalised national memory. So we have got political writing out of the way.
I fear travel. I am extremely superstitious about travel. Thus, I travel to avoid travel; travel is my doppelganger...
I am a nomad at heart. I keep running away from the city I live in, not because it has run out of reasons for me to write about but my hunger to explore other places for their stories.
You never go to church unless it's on your travels. The one across the street from where you live hasn't seen you since your wedding but you scour every dark inch of the Nossa Senhora de Salvasao in Mumbai
The world would be such a placid, static and boring place, if there were not the continuous challenge of encountering the ‘horror’ of the other.
Yadav’s narrative and his occasional sarcasm at the treatment being meted out to the North East comes through
Voyage constitutes for me the very existential sense of my life as a writer: exposure to the unknown and to the perilous, to the incalculable and demonic weather on the sea...
For me, travel has been a sweet source. But my sources are not overt, for I don’t write about them; instead, they enter my writing in transformed ways.
Eating a bowl of pasta is not writing. Writing about it is. Understanding that one experience could feed the other is.
The problem with declinism is that it confirms the virtues of our highest, impossible solutions to fundamental problems.
In Arthur Conan Doyle’s detective novel A Study in Scarlet (1887) we learn that Sherlock Holmes used the most effective memory system known: a memory palace.
Few people in 18th-century Britain were as forthright in their lack of religious faith as Hume was, and his skepticism had earned him a lifetime of abuse and reproach from the pious.
If you did good, you would know about it and you are not no one. Perhaps, in this world of conscious ills, a visible and aspirational good is now our only counter.
The poet is always traveling in her mind when she is possessed by the spirit of poetry, and taking stock of the itinerary along the way.
If Sartre is right and 'Hell is other people,' getting away from them often makes for the best kind of travel and art.
I am absolutely certain that travel is not a necessary activity for a writer. To speak of the only place you know may give that place the only record it has had.
Reality is already so bloody insane that you get credit only for staying sane despite it all! You are not really swimming if you let the current wash you away.