Krishna Shastri Devulapalli is a cartoonist, children’s illustrator, graphic designer and writer. He has worked in advertising, designed greeting cards, illustrated school textbooks, written film scripts and original stories for children. His first novel, ‘Ice Boys in Bell-bottoms’ (HarperCollins, 2011), is a humorous chronicle of a 1970s Madras childhood. His second novel, ‘Jump Cut’ (HarperCollins, 2013), is a seriocomic thriller set in Chennai with the film industry as its backdrop. At present, he is working on a book of humorous prose, a young adult novel, the sequel to his first book and a play you might see sooner than you think.
The other day, I went to a bar. I do that when my wife ‘loses’ the key to the liquor cabinet and becomes temporarily hearing impaired, which she’s prone to now and again. My companion on these outings is usually my old friend, the redoubtable Ramki Ramakrishnan. A man who’s always there during alcohol emergencies, no questions asked. Not to mention, a man who can be an alcohol emergency if questions are asked. Continue reading
The Sweet Spot. Bliss, for those of us who have played cricket long enough, was finding the sweet spot in the bat. The sweet spot was every man’s personal search for excellence. We were, in a way, defined by our attitude towards the sweet spot. Continue reading
She was the stuff of fairy tales: a flamboyant singer much sought after by British India’s nobility; a socialite who threw lavish parties;a hedonist who went about town in expensive horse buggies;a diva whose image appeared on matchboxes made in Austria. And then, the inevitable end for someone leading a life as feisty as this: self-destruction, penury and a lonely death. Continue reading
Oxford, January 2001. I was back after taking care of my father’s funeral and the challenges that accompanied the untimely death of my dad. He was 57. I was back to what was then, for me at least, the land of the unknown. Oxford had an aura strong enough to challenge my confidence. Was I good enough belong to the best university in the world? Had the Rhodes interview board made a mistake by giving me the scholarship? Should I have taken a year off and not rushed it back? Continue reading
Scars in my memory…not quite I doubt if it will be staged again. The first play I wrote and directed. After a decade of engaging with different forms of writing, I find it awkward to read the plays I wrote in the early years. They don’t feel like my works anymore. Continue reading
We sat beneath the tamarind tree, the goat-herd and I. I had been walking along the track when I came across him tending to his goats. He was thin as a stick, like most villagers in the valley. His knobbly knees were like cricket balls beneath his worn dhoti, pulled up and tied between his legs in the traditional manner. Continue reading