Love ties you to this world firmly Where you cannot but get involved To share a joy or wipe a … More
Author: D. Samarender Reddy
Being Nobody, Doing Nothing, Going Nowhere
“He who is an Āchārya has to know different things. One needs a sword and shield to kill others; but … More
The Wisdom of Time
I sit alone in my room Every hour, every day Silently, not thinking anything Just listening to see what Time … More
My Mother’s Curse
In a fit of anger my mother cursed me once that, “After you are dead, your body will become purugula paalu.”Now, … More
The Complexity of Love Explained
Can you explain this position of mine to others who may not understand what I am saying: “It is not … More
The Complexity of Love
“It is not that I do not love her. It is that I do not love life.”
Jo Bhi Ho So Ho
Why do I keep falling in loveWith this dream called the worldUnreal I know it is, and sometimesOh, quite a … More
3 Sayings. Yes, Just 3, So Don’t Complain
“I wonder if doctors realize the great disservice they are doing to humanity by keeping lots and lots of people … More
Why I Have Gone Into Seclusion
In this candid reflection, Sam opens up about stepping away from social chatter and phone calls—not out of indifference, but as an act of quiet rebellion against the noise of life. He muses that most of our problems arise from the restless mind and its endless buzz, which we often mistake for living. Through this introspective note, he invites readers to pause, sip coffee at sunset, and ponder whether peace begins where the “I, Me, Mine” ends. Honest, humorous, and deeply meditative, Sam’s farewell is less a goodbye and more a gentle nudge toward inner stillness.
Social Text thirty years after the Sokal affair
Social Text still exists. In the spring of 1996, when the journal was the object of an enthusiastically publicized hoax by the physicist Alan Sokal, its survival seemed a bad bet. You published an essay arguing that gravity is a “social and linguistic construct?” Really? The mainstream media, hitherto unaware of the existence of this very little, very marginal magazine, were uncertain what exactly they were mocking. Was Social Text’s foolishness postmodern? Left wing? Cultural? Academic? They were certain, however, that what they smelled in the water was blood. On their side, and for a not insignificant portion of the left, jubilation. On the other side, humiliation. (I should know: I was the journal’s coeditor at the time.) We seemed like the stupidest people in the world, or the stupidest people who had been pretending to speak on behalf of the most avant-garde sociopolitical views. One friend of the journal suggested that we fall on our swords. If we owned no swords, swords could be made available.
The journal did not fold. One reason was that it had published a lot of good work, none of it remotely resembling Sokal’s gravity-is-a-construct nonsense, and those who cared about such things knew it. Edward Said’s “Zionism from the Standpoint of Its Victims” had come out in the first issue in 1979; for U.S.-based critiques of Zionism, 1979 was early. Other issues contained Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick’s “How to Bring Your Kids Up Gay” and Aijaz Ahmad’s Marxist critique of Marxist (and Social Text cofounder) Fredric Jameson.