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"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.

Deepavali Greetings

1 November 1997

For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words, says Isabel Allende. For men, I say, it's probably power

Legend has it that Ravana, the ruler of Sri Lanka, coveted Sita, the wife of Rama, exiled ruler of Ayodhya in north India. He

Day of thanks, remembrance

15 November 1997

CAPE TOWN did not come to a standstill last week, but there is still a need for us to remember.

I WAS a high-school pupil in India, 13 years old, walking through the school grounds when the bell rang. The effect was magical. Around me, people froze in mid-step. Some gazed at the

Pandering to our deepest emotions

22 November 1997

Even boiling water puts out a fire -- old Indian proverb

WINNIE Madikizela-Mandela. It's not possible to mention the woman's name without evoking some sort of reaction. Almost everyone has an opinion about her. Not all of them negative.

Fairytale road to the poorhouse

29 November 1997

Fairy tales are nice, but real life does not always have happy endings. Here's a bedtime story for Sam Shilowa and Tito Mboweni

THE primary school I attended three decades ago, St Anthony's in Durban, was staffed by nuns — seriously teutonic Sound of

Let's just scratch our arsenals

6 December 1997

If a stealth bomber crashes in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?

THE world, some of you may have noticed, has gotten to be expensive. I remember when a billion used to be a lot of money. These days, it just isn't enough to get by.

Oh look, dear, it's the Master Race

13 December 1997

I've often been asked why I left Italy to return home. In this letter to friends around the world, four years ago, I explained.

Back in '86, in the week that Halley's Comet came visiting, Kate interviewed Tony Hambly, a geography teacher from a small town

Merry Christmas, Mr President

20 December 1997

You know who you are. You still think of yourselves as "white South Africa". Not as human beings, not as Africans, not as South Africans, but as "white South Africa".

And you do not know me.

Many of you think you know me.