Being a Minority in Cambridge

We had a great discussion and a good turnout for the CAMbFIRE discussion-event on ‘Being a Minority in Cambridge’. We had a couple of double-minority students as guest speakers to give us perspective on intersectionality and the interplay of identities in the University space. It was pleasure moderating the event. The statement from the event […]

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‘Ghar Vapsi’

Having been detached from the Indian political scene lately, I got to know about the ‘Ghar Vapsi’ drive of certain fringe ‘Sangh Parivar’ groups recently. Unequivocally I’d say that it is a sad development and more so for anyone who believes in the teachings of the Bhagavad Gita or has an inkling of belief in the […]

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Fitzwilliam

The Fitzwilliam Museum is a colossal repository of treasured artifacts and just about everything from Chinese vases to Greek and Renaissance art, Knights’ armor to Egyptian sarcophagi.   Facade of the Museum Walking by, from Peterhouse, I actually stumbled upon this entrance with two stone lions lazily looking at any wayfarer. A few steps in […]

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Snippets: First Moments in Cambridge – Stranded at the City Centre!

After having taken my luggage at the Heathrow Airport, I ambled my way to the small cubicle of the National Express. The weather was nippy. A jovial woman and a (Punjabi) guy. The lady, probably looking at the urgency and availability of buses, took up the initiative and booked the ticket, and rushed me off with a “go quickly, darling” (had she […]

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Yale

The ‘Yale-Baby’ has a special connotation and I have the words ‘Yale’ inscribed on my room’s door key, but till recently I did not ever take the efforts to know what the word ‘Yale’ connotes. It was yesternight that Robin Lamboll, a good friend in College, told me that the goat-like mythical creatures on the […]

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Potala over Peking

Earlier today I read a small piece of news- the attack of the refugees of Little Tibet on the Chinese Embassy, New Delhi. A startling revelation, it was, as I always felt that the psychology of a refugee is to feel a recluse, secluse and unattended too. But they had increased vigour or was it […]

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