"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 silicon chip inside her head gets switched to
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Full moon fever
Eid, Passover, Easter... Just another multicultural week in the new RSA
It's a peaceful Wednesday night in the newsroom here in the fairest Cape. The weekend lies ahead with the promise of a little rest and relaxation.
The chihuahua that roared
POLITICIANS generally irritate me. Stupid politicians more so. Uninformed politicians are the worst. Uninformed politicians with flatulently large mouths make me wish we still had the death penalty on our statute books for public indecency.
Starr, the sex-symbol
The finest cigars used to be hand rolled on the inner thighs of young virgins.
The story of Bill, Monica, and the cigar greeted me on the front page on Saturday morning. By the evening, I had received six cigars as gifts from friends in anticipation of my birthday tomorrow.
California dreaming
There's always been a mystique about California. Maybe it was the allure of Hollywood, or the pace of Los Angeles, or animal skulls washed by the drifting sand in Death Valley.
But most of all, it was San Francisco, the city that is
Middle-eastern soap opera
THE Middle-East peace process coughed, sputtered, and began to chug on its way again on Friday, and I watched in bewilderment over the weekend as bits and pieces of the latest episode were revealed — soap-opera like — to those of us around the world who are
When a shark is born
"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo
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