Usually related to education, philosophy or society, I write these to give form to some of things I grapple with. If they can spur on debate and reflection so much the better.


I met a dog called Karl Marx in India

He was quite a character. Consigned to the small courtyard caught in between the ground floor of his owner’s apartment and that of their neighbours – the result of Bangalore’s contrivance of buildings old and new – he would pace up and down the nine square meters of concrete and pierce the evenings’ clamour with his erratic barks. “MARX! Keep it down will you!” His owner would exclaim from inside the house, peering into the courtyard through barred windows after what seemed an eternity. I’ve learnt that one’s threshold of noise differs widely from place to place. Parents the world over seem remarkably immune to the sounds of a child wailing. I’m not sure Marx’s household experienced noise –

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