Was in the subway yesterday, listlessly browsing the Internet on my phone, when I came across ‘Blueprint’, by Manisha Lakhe. I have come across her writings from time to time and often wondered how she writes in a way that resonates so often with my thoughts.

Mirza Ghalib often returns from the grave to tug at my heartstrings. Always at opportune moments. I’ve often discovered specific ghazals which seem to apply in their entirety to the situation I find myself in. Perhaps this is another illustration of the principal, “The more personal it is, the more...

It is hard to dislike a place where you’ve been laughing every five minutes. And eating good food. And having great conversations with random strangers. And making new friends. Where good natured ribbing, flamboyance, art, tradition and culture blend smoothly into the potpourri of life. In short, it is hard to dislike...

The last few days in Italy were a blur of activity.

To begin with, the summer school activities became more and more exciting. Two teachers from Barcelona delivered a crash course on control and realtime scheduling. They were young, funny and I wished I had them as my first control teachers. The day brought a very...