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Queer books out in January 2015. Know any others?
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My parents were married for more than 40 years, happily. But my mother says her greatest joy is stacked in her closet: her saris or, as Bengalis say it,shaaris.

"Because sari is my passion, maybe my first love is sari," my mother says, giggling.

There are about 200 saris in there, many older than me. My mother danced on stage in a sari. She went to college in a sari. And wherever she went on holiday, she found the sari shop.

"I went to Paris, I got French chiffon. I must look for a sari, first thing," she recalls.

But in recent years, Indian women have been buying fewer saris. Instead, they wear jeans and business suits, even nighties.

Love Is Saying ‘Sari’: The Quest To Save A South Asian Tradition

Photo credits: Archival images Courtesy of Sandip Roy and Shriya Patil/India Today Group/Getty Images

The letter from my father that reached me five years after he died
Sandip Roy’s father never said much when he was alive but after his death a notepad turned up, full of unsent letters to his family. In them, he’d expressed his thoughts as he’d never done in life

My father never wrote me real letters. My mother was the letter writer in the family. Blue aerogrammes filled with choice tidbits of family gossip, menus from weddings I had missed, long-distance advice on how avoid colds and sore throats. She sometimes wrote sideways or upside down or along the margins to make sure not an inch of space was wasted. If I tore the letter open incautiously, I risked never getting to know what they had eaten at Cousin Ramita’s wedding. Mail could take three weeks to wind its way from Calcutta to California and the gossip was usually long stale by the time the letters reached me. But I devoured them nonetheless.

My father, on the other hand, just scribbled notes in the tiny spaces she left him. Notes written, I suspect, under duress. “Write to your son,” she must have told him. So he did.

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from Network Front | The Guardian http://ift.tt/1BD8kpa
- Bonsoni
Interesting things this week (Jan 8 - Jan 15)

That cartoon by Magnus Shaw broke my heart this week. 

This whole week was dominated by revisiting, rethinking, and unlearning the concepts of free speech, responsibilities, right to offend, and generally being a decent human while being critical, considerate and concerned about/for those who share the fucking planet with you!

These articles by Jacob Canfield, Sandip Roy and this tumblrite reflects closely what I feel about the issue. “It is not always easy to see the difference between a certain witty dissent from religion and a bullyingly racist agenda, but it is necessary to try.” Succinctly put by Teju Cole, as usual (h/t to thehenaproject for the article) As for Salman Rushdie, and his shagird, fuck off with your but’s and your myopic view of “terrorism”.

Meanwhile, the RSS were indulging in their usual brand of terrorism - Book burning, rioting and intimidating Tamil author Perumal Murgan whose work “insulted Hindu gods.” The writer has decided to give up writing altogether.   Here is the heartbreaking bit that will see no march of any local or world leaders, because this death of a writer (and here) apparently has less value that the murders that took place in Paris. 

So. Onwards. 

I re-read Alice Munro’s short story Free Radicals and re-heard John Cheever’s "The Reunion". (that’s a link to the podcast read by Richard Ford). And once again, the beauty of a short story, with all the horrors it can contain, came back home :)

These beautiful watercolours  caught my eye (h/t to nevver). And these fantastic posters from NASA. Given the state of things on Earth, its a toss-up between Kepler-186f or Kepler-16b :)

 

The letter from my father that reached me five years after he died
Sandip Roy’s father never said much when he was alive but after his death a notepad turned up, full of unsent letters to his family. In them, he’d expressed his thoughts as he’d never done in life

My father never wrote me real letters. My mother was the letter writer in the family. Blue aerogrammes filled with choice tidbits of family gossip, menus from weddings I had missed, long-distance advice on how avoid colds and sore throats. She sometimes wrote sideways or upside down or along the margins to make sure not an inch of space was wasted. If I tore the letter open incautiously, I risked never getting to know what they had eaten at Cousin Ramita’s wedding. Mail could take three weeks to wind its way from Calcutta to California and the gossip was usually long stale by the time the letters reached me. But I devoured them nonetheless.

My father, on the other hand, just scribbled notes in the tiny spaces she left him. Notes written, I suspect, under duress. “Write to your son,” she must have told him. So he did.

Continue reading…

from Network Front | The Guardian http://do.co.vu/1tIN57G
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Woohoo! How coincidental can it be! My st gabs classmate posted to the same company same platoon as me! have not really hang out with him ever since O level except a few times when Sandip is around! Really miss my sec sch days when we just joke around in sch and how they made a fool of themselves and i just laugh as usual!! I may hate going reservists but i guess it a blessing in disguise n how our paths crossed again! Gonna meet up w other st gabs ppl soon! #Gabrielites #reunion #TGIF #BOOKOUT