"Pillay's Perspective" began as a leader page column in theSaturdayPaper in Durban. The paper was then known as Natal on Saturday and editor George Parker offered me the spot in a moment of lunacy for which I am eternally indebted to him. George coined the name, "Pillay's Perspective". "Editor's prerogative," he said.
The column appeared every week after July 15, 1995 through October 29, 1999 with two exceptions. (In December of 1995, George took early retirement to live on the beach and contemplate the nature of the universe and I gave up the slot for him to write a farewell piece. On October 22, 1999, I decided — on deadline — that the quality was not up to its usual chaotic standard.) From October of 1997, the column also began to appear in the Cape Times in Cape Town where I was Managing Editor for the following two years.
theSaturday Paper closed in April of 1998. For a several months after that, I published reprints of earlier columns that Cape Times readers had not seen, hence the gap in publication dates. (That in itself was an interesting exercise showing that some subjects, if appropriately written, never go stale.)
I'm at a loss to describe these pieces. They are a jigsaw puzzle of things that I find interesting (which is just about everything). The writing wanders between agony and ecstasy, between brilliance and idiocy, and is sometimes just plain tedious. I am almost never completely satisfied with the way they turn out. But they provide a diary of my life over that period — stepping stones to thought processes over the past years.
Water, water everywhere, but it's not ours
There have been storm clouds gathering in our household following the government's plan to take ownership of all our water...
KATE was stomping about the kitchen and muttering. "Six inches of water in the back garden. If it's his, he should come and take it away."
A long bloody road to reconciliation
What does the rest of the world know that our opposition parties don't?
MADIBA'S announcement this week that we would be ending diplomatic relations with Taiwan and embracing the People's Republic of China took me by surprise.
Spurning the hand of friendship
Friendship cannot be bought.
Once bitten, twice shy for dog-lovers
LUKE, our Rottweiller, was so exuberant he kept leaping with excitement. His 40kg frame was a bit much for Aura, who at less than half his size was nearly always bowled over.
Reluctantly, we decided Luke had to go. The classified ad ran
Zooming into the future and the past
Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, the solstice, call it what you like. 'Tis the season to be schmaltzy...
I'M HAVING a Dickens of a festive season. It's that time of year when mental stocktaking rears its troublesome head. Another
Time for those New Year resolutions
That ultimate symbol of domesticity and parenthood, the gift-wrapped bottle of Brut 33, found its way under our Christmas tree...
I briefly considered slitting my wrists. Can the lawnmower, the weed-whacker, and the Mickey Mouse tie be far behind? Perhaps it's
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