
I am saddened to learn of the passing of Asha Bhosle in Mumbai Sunday morning. She was 92.
Asha-ji, I thought, was the most versatile of the three sisters, though Lata was the more famous and prolific. Asha had a fan-following even among non-Indians. I got to know that from a roommate at UC Berkeley.
It was in the mid-1990s. One evening at dinner, I mentioned to my housemate, W, that I was in touch with the daughter of a very famous playback singer in India. W, a mid-Western American, was doing his mathematics PhD. He is arguably the smartest mathematician I have ever met. I had to explain to him what a playback singer was and so on. I said that the two sisters Asha and Lata were really awesome singers. Continue reading “Goodbye, Asha-ji”
“When We Cease to Understand the World” is a historical fiction work by Chilean author Benjamín Labatut. It explores the human drive to comprehend the universe, the costs of intellectual obsession, and the ethical dilemmas inherent in scientific progress.

It’s hard to find any humor in wars in general but pointless wars are particularly depressing. I avoid as much as I can news about the wars around the world. But it’s impossible to entirely avoid it in these days of social media. Thankfully there are stupid people who unintentionally do their bit to lighten the mood.


I’ve been spending a great deal of time following the war in the Middle East. It’s depressing as all hell.