A space for thoughts that resist confinement to a margin or footnote. This page gathers occasional essays born of reading, learning, and the slow accretion of experience. The subjects vary but the intent remains constant, that is, inquiry over assertion. What is written here asks to be read for musings & reflections as they arrive, not to be resolved. Narratives and implications are self-explanatory; my responsibility etcetera.
The contents are listed newest-first, though the older ones are sometimes worth the scroll. Moreover, if something here nudges you towards a collaboration, or you just want to ideate something together - feel free to drop an email. I've never regretted possibilities of a new satellite in my intellectual orbit.
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to Carnatic music in the 17th century is worth sitting with. For centuries, it had been oral and fluid - sustained by inherited practice, temple patronage, and royal courts, with theory trailing behind what musicians actually did. Venkatamakhin changed the direction with his combinatorial system, which did not describe existing music so much as project a logical space that music might eventually fill. The classical identity of Carnatic music comes from that move. So do the social upheavals of rupture in traditions, institutionalisation & globalisation that followed. |
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digital culture governed by fragmented 'infotainment'. Through a juxtaposition of historical political debates and modern algorithmic design, the article attempts to demonstrate how current media is engineered to prioritize dopamine-driven retention over deep, sustained focus. The narrative identifies the internet as a hostile environment that physically rewires the brain, eroding our capacity for linear thought. Ultimately, the piece reframes academic 'stubbornness' as a vital cultural defence, providing the essential mental workout needed to restore human attention. |
01 April, 2026 | |
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the slow realisation that I might be able to write. This essay is what followed. It personifies the Darjeeling mountains and attempts to paint a life with lessons in letting go, things slipping through, the particular silence when what you thought was yours simply leaves. |
07 October, 2025 | |
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rare and clean, of a debt finally settling. This is a naive piece in that spirit. Two legends, long left at the edges of the recognition they earned, brought a little closer to where they always belonged. |
15 August, 2025 | |
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applicants seeking doctoral admissions. Nothing written here is 'correct' in any absolute sense and is based on my experiences as an applicant. |
01 February, 2025 |
