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Revathy Gopal

'noticeably deficient in common sense' is a label an ancient teacher in school dumped on me and that kind of stuck. With the onset of years, dreams have tended to fall by the wayside with the intense searing reality of the world becoming too hard to ignore.

I write for myself mostly, poetry comes easier than prose, but I shall welcome exploring the by-lanes and gullies around Chowk.

Bombay-born and raised, and I would like to think of fresh winds and scents from other shores merging and mingling with those of my island.

Revathy Gopal

April 11, 2004

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A Certain Age Oct 11, 2005

Everything one reads seems so dire. Endless implications for the fate of civilization and the way the world turns and is going to go in the next ten, twenty, fifty years.

This thing called Love of Country Aug 20, 2005

If we want to know why we are what we are, psychology, science, anthropology, sociology, geography, environment, economics ---everything can be used to excavate the past. Uncover inconvenient truths. But we have to be brave enough to look these truths in

The Truth About Beauty May 26, 2005

The infinite enigma of beauty can turn out to be the falsest mirage, the mystery of love can turn into a cruel trap, religious and philosophical truths so beautiful when they are first encountered can become unbreakable chains around one’s neck and

A Good Reason To Cheer Mar 23, 2005

When Mr. Modi speaks about the pride of India being insulted by his being rejected by the US government, let him know that he himself is considered a blot, a blight a horrible insult to India.

Rage Against the Dying of the Light Dec 15, 2004

Do we actually possess a soul? Are we actually being judged at every second for our thoughts and words and actions?

The Three Queens Aug 10, 2004

My mother was her mother’s slave. And her mother was queen. Who was my father? I do not know. It was not important... As worshippers of the old religion, of our mother goddess, we understand that women are the subtle rivers that carry the world forw

Pink Flowers Jun 14, 2004

The fat one has come back and my Didi’s face grows pale as ash. Why does she come again and again when she must know that she is not welcome, when all she can do is destroy the peace of our household...

The Way We Were Apr 25, 2004

Hearing Paul McCartney sing “Yesterday” recently, I was surprised to find my eyes moist. It’s a long time since any song has really moved me, but that used to be My Song.

Passion and Obsession in Kathmandu Apr 12, 2004

To drag a feudal society kicking and screaming, into the twenty-first century is not the easiest of tasks. We should know. India has been trying to do just that for the last fifty-four years.

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