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A Dream of A Thousand Cats.
Another of my friends turns older today, and this post is thus in honour of her. In the event you are getting a little sick of all these hurrah posts- it not my fault half my friends are Cancerian, and you can rest assured them posts will now cease for a while. (I use the…
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Of Nativity
I, too, am a native. Saying this aloud, a mere whisper lost to the the deep night, is terrifying. The quick phrase feels like the slow stripping of all agency, a rape of my right to speak of the world and its concerns, forced to leave them to ‘better men’. To be native is to…
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Res Ipsa Loquitor
Requiem for a Dream I started National Law School (hereinafter NLS or law school) when I was 17. I entered a college of 400 people (the LLMs and sundry researchers we deemed too irrelevant to measure) in a class of 80. I was told at the time that it was the most broad-based liberal arts…
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Pitching SpaceTime
A pitch for the combined reading of Ranajit Guha, History at the Limit of World-History and Mahmood Mamdani, Citizen and Subject. In two interlocking review-essays. was roundly rejected. for it featured most alarming graphs. Limits, in math, are a clever, offside approach to concrete integers. If you apply them to functions, they can illuminate indeterminate…
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In Girum Imus Nocte et Consumimur Igni.
We turn a circle in the night and are consumed by the fire. Happy B’day Shalini, who could never resist a palindrome. Timeous at 25, and so pivotal to my encounter with words.