Adarsh Madhavan

Time to lift these perennial “masks”

Time to lift these perennial “masks”

By Adarsh Madhavan It is not just Corona season – it is also masks’ season. Save for a few who have neither concern for themselves nor for others, the vast majority of people who venture out for various purposes don masks. Masks, of various kinds. The medical ones,...

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Have you ‘tasted’ real hunger?

Have you ‘tasted’ real hunger?

  By Adarsh Madhavan  Tasted real hunger? Wouldn’t have. ‘cause real hunger is slow poison killing slowly… Even in the worst period of my life, like now, for instance, I have not starved. At some point, I may have experienced a form of mild hunger, not to be...

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Another case of abandonment

Another case of abandonment

By Adarsh Madhavan “I have an 87-year old mother, who is ailing on all fronts,” I said as a way of explanation as to why I had not gone back to Muscat although it has been sometime since I came to my hometown. Some time ago, in a pre-COVID world, I was explaining to...

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I, migrant; you, migrant; we, migrants…

I, migrant; you, migrant; we, migrants…

    By Adarsh Madhavan   Many years ago, I was introduced to the word “migrant” by the Muscat-based Indian social worker, P. M. Jabir. Until then I used to think of migrants as ‘illegal’ workers. Workers who came to the country on a free visa, worked...

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You can’t breathe…

You can’t breathe…

By Adarsh Madhavan You can’t breathe… You can’t breathe This time not asthma Or even virus You can’t breathe… Monster’s heavy weight on bare thin neck Black hearts breathing down on tiny little nape Kneeling is the new killing! You can’t breathe… Black coiled snake...

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Aye auto!

Aye auto!

  By Adarsh Madhavan I didn’t have to wave him down, clap or shout. Before I even thought that I would need transport, the moment I stepped out my brother’s home in Kannur during the recent lockdown allowance period, than the auto appeared before me. The auto...

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Death of a scribe

Death of a scribe

BY Adarsh Madhavan       Those who were always against me in continuing with a rather unforgiving and unrewarding profession as journalism have one more major reason now to tell me to give up my slowly dithering passion for this line: the corona virus...

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‘O Teacher, My Teacher!’

By Adarsh Madhavan “Prasiechi (my dear cousin) -- not well,” my sister (from India) had WhatsApped me (a year or so back). She was admitted to a hospital in Mangalore, she added. A few weeks ago, prior to this message, I had been thinking of making a long-distance...

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In a culture of hares, tortoises always wins

By Adarsh Madhavan There is a lot of uncertainty in the air. Did I say that? Yes, I did. Is it coming from me? No! I say it because I have been hearing it for sometime now. I am repeating what someone said and although I am not the one to believe in it, yet I still...

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Your trash could be my treasure

By Adarsh Madhavan Bobby (*) pulled at his leash and headed into an unlit corner of the road near my home one night, recently. I usually jump, leap and somersault from one dark spot to another when taking my doggie out for a walk in the evenings/nighttimes. You never...

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“Momma’s” mysterious, miraculous homing instinct

By Adarsh Madhavan When we were forced to move from our old but spacious residence of several years to another smaller lot, I was worried. Not for my immediate family of two, but for my adopted ones of six. One, shy introverted, anxiety-ridden sweety doggyboy and five...

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The two-worded therapy

By Adarsh Madhavan I was on a chit-chat-whining to a friend (she writes for us now)of mine who lives somewhere abroad and suddenly she scythed through the ‘crap’ and said hey I want you to check out an You Tube post, which I think is going to make a lot of difference...

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