Indian temple history is so exciting. It’s amazing to read all about the beginnings of imagery; the mask that spirit possessions brought to a village, was in fact the origin of the ‘image’ that a temple houses. How the processional ratha (cart) of the last rites of the dead was the starting point of the shikhara/vimana, and how the temple ritual changed from sacrificed blood drinking to smearing of red powder to an idol. How tribal origins and elements were sanskritised, borrowing from the brahmanical north; how the temple structure was a simple implication of the material in use. Beautiful. It feels good to know more about our temples than just to visit them as tourists.

I hate ‘small talk’. It’s extremely irritating when conversation gets shallow; “Oh hi...are you doing good?” “Yes, yes, I am doing well, thanks.” Grrr...

While writing in slam books, I like to write specific things. I like to remember how I interacted with that person, what we spoke about, and how much it meant to me. And when you write a parting message for someone, I think it is important that you be specific. How else will the person remember you? By saying “I had a great time on this trip, and I hope we keep in touch.” ??? Or by saying “I would like to continue the debate we had of socialism Vs capitalism some day...I had great fun imitating sir- you make a terrific partner-in-crime!” I like it when people write specifics in my memory book- I like the one I made in 2 PUC. All wonderful entries; but I like Sandesh’s the best. Very himself- no pretence; no extra colouring for the sake of it- just very true and in-the-face. Vinay’s entry, too.

Most of my friends are boys. It has always been the case- right from primary school all the way till now. I wonder why.