Calligraphy in the time of Corona. I write. I write for a living. And I write the old-fashioned way – filling my fountain pen with ink and seeing my thoughts dry on the paper for posterity. I am fifty plus – that is to say, I did most of my
Renaissance, literally meaning re-birth, was a period of feverish advancements in a number of fields including art, culture, politics and economics. But more than anything else, it was and continues to be known for the magnificent art that was created in the period, especially by the three masters – Leonardo
Click in hand, let us fight the pandemic – Harsh Gagwani The pandemic has impacted us in a thousand different ways, mostly negative. None of us wanted to, or liked the way we were forced to remain indoors during the lockdown, forcing us to cope up with the attendant problems,
Wars and famines. The fountain pen has witnessed pestilence in the past, just the way it has seen – from the trenches, the two World Wars. An estimated 20,00,000 people died in Leningrad – a direct fallout of the nine-hundred-day blockade by the Nazis between 1941 and 1944. The Bengal
Magna Carta Symbiocene, empowering the Anthropocene man to fight climate change. The World Environment Day came and went, as always, silently. There were sporadic posts in the social media wishing every one a “happy environment day” (whatever it means), there were some rustling of the leaves (or whatever is left
Lotus Flood 19, the pen that defies the deluge. How many people have taken up the pen to highlight the bigger issues of global warming and climate change that have manifested themselves through the Mumbai floods? Yes, social media platforms like Facebook and Twitter are awash (no pun intended) with
A Pen-chant for the fountain pen of eternal blessings? “But wouldn’t the Earth be better off if you switched to using a stylus” asked the PYT in all seriousness when I tried to impress upon her to switch to a fountain pen the other day in my class. “Don’t you
