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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.

The year of living dangerously

27 December 1997

This has been a strange year

THE world land speed record was shattered not so long ago. Perhaps this explains why 1997 screamed past before I noticed.

January: Algerian terror troops masquerading under the banner of

How far can a Boeing glide?

3 January 1998

"That's not flying, that's falling in style" -- Disney's Toy Story

LIFE imitating art -- if you look around carefully, chances are that you will stumble upon something that fits this mold.

These bizarre coincidences seem to crop up around me at the

Visiting Telkom's world of fantasy

10 January 1998

The age of romance is almost upon us, but right now, it's up in the air

Blame Telkom. I dialled 1023, got put on hold, and found myself singing: "You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest, like a mountain in springtime, like a walk in the rain..."

Nice place, pity about the locals

17 January 1998

The Seffrican term for it is "semigration" ­ the belief that moving to Cape Town is a panacea

I was in the midst of a rather pleasant dream involving an AK-47 and minibus taxi tyres when the incessant trilling of telephone finally penetrated through the fog of sleep.

Clinton in a PC quagmire

24 January 1998

To understand Bill Clinton's problems, one has to understand the dilemma of the modern, politically correct American male

IT was while we were living and working in the USA. The librarian often posted titbits gleaned from the newspapers on the

School labs fine for napalm

31 January 1998

Ummm ... Excuse me. What exactly does "weapon of mass destruction" mean?

Not long ago, the Americans fought a war in Vietnam. (It was not a real war, you must understand, because the US never declared war against the Vietnamese. But we won't talk about that today.)

Staying in touch stops poor decisions

7 February 1998

Thursday, February 5, 18h00. Happy hour with the ICJ judges. Dress: Formal/traditional

A bizarre thought struck me earlier today. The conventional wisdom is that Bill Clinton wants to bomb Iraq to distract the world from his sex scandal. But what if he has set up a sex scandal