Recently, I encountered Lamia by John Keats in Penguin Little Black Classics – The Eve of St Agnes. In my reflection on that little volume, I mentioned that while reading Lamia, I kept thinking of Sridevi. This post is about that. For my generation, Nagina (1986) is part of childhood memory. The movie, the…
The Penguin Little Black Classics continue to surprise me. Now when I had begun to find my footing in poetry through Keats, the fourteenth volume introduced me to another poet I had never really expected to meet this way. Until now, I had only known Thomas Hardy as a novelist. I have heard of…
End of April, Nifty hovered around 23,900. May, around 23,900. June, still around 23,900. And today, once again, around 23,900. If someone looked only at the headline index, they would conclude that the market has forgotten how to move. Last month I called it boring, and little has changed on that front. Meanwhile, geopolitics…
After Baltasar Gracián’s worldly wisdom, the thirteenth Penguin Little Black Classic brings us back to poetry. This time, the poetry reads like poetry. Unlike Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, where the verse often flows like elevated prose, Keats writes the sort of poetry most of us imagine when we hear the word: rhyme, rhythm, melody…
In the twelfth book of this continuously engaging series, we once again encounter aphorisms. Unlike the ones in the fifth book by Nietzsche, however, these are concerned less with philosophical questions than with the practical problems of life. After wandering through ancient China with the Tang dynasty poets and medieval Japan with Kenko, Penguin…
As I had written in my post on Nightshade, I hoped Michael Connelly would keep writing the Stillwell stories. It was refreshing to read about a younger version of Bosch, though one who is not quite as burdened by department politics. Stillwell also has something Bosch rarely enjoyed: an area of jurisdiction that he…
Where Whitman was all about enterprise and the pioneer fervour, in Penguin Little Black Classic number 11 we encounter a 13th-14th century Japanese Buddhist monk who says, “Sit around a while. Why the rush?” I knew nothing about Kenko before picking up this little book. I discovered that he became a monk late in…
In my previous Penguin Little Black Classics post, I had mentioned that meeting the author of the tenth classic seems to be destined. I have been a serious reader for about three decades now and Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass has been one of the books that has been recommended to me countless times…
The previous Penguin Little Black Classic – Jonathan Swift’s A Modest Proposal left me shocked. It is one of those books that leaves you admiring the writer while hoping the next book on your shelf inhabits a gentler world. Swift’s satire is so sharp and so relentless that even after the final page, the…
One of the interesting things about writing this series every month is that after a while you stop looking only at the market. You begin noticing how investors behave. This month, I came across several articles discussing whether investors should pause or stop their SIPs because markets have delivered very little over the past…