Res Gestae

--> Will they still need me?  New York : “This holiday was one etched in sadness as well as thankfulness.” A pastor in the t...

Too Precious to Die Prakash Desai basically knew everything and everyone accepted this…until I came along one cold February evening in ...

‘Tis the Season… Days of Future Past Some sort of a sweet foreboding sweeps over me in this season of glad tidings and joy. I ge...

In My Life All These Places Have a Meaning… The single dominant memory that I have of Alan Oscar (pictured above on the right)...

Mahatmas with a small m Through my pre-teen and teenage years, I spent a lot of time with my grandfather. He was a medical doctor, a th...

In a 2007 column, your correspondent worried about the confusion between consumerism and modernity and still remains worried. Years ago,...

Chicago: This city has been my sustenance for nearly four decades. I have lived away from it for many years but come here several times a ...

Obama’s Problem… Chicago: It’s cold here, bracingly so. The high was minus five Celsius; late at night as I sit jet lagged on th...

Chicago, My Kind of Town On a bright beautiful spring morning, I landed in Chicago, where I have a family of friends. The airport, the city,...

New York City: My Daughter’s Hometown So here I am back again in the city that never sleeps. The airline has a limo waiting to take me to Gr...

Chicago : The Livin’ is Easy It’s summertime in this city of broad shoulders and the Grant Park Symphony is performing works by Men...