"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.
Indonesian history lesson
'History can teach us nothing' - Sting, 1987
NOT so long ago, in about the 4th Century of the Christian calendar, a renaissance took place across the Indian sub-continent. India's golden age (as it is known today) saw a blossoming of
Sex lives of salamanders
A frog he would a wooing go...
HAVE you ever stopped to think about the possibility of having access to a mystical formula that would make you infinitely desirable to members of the opposite sex? (Sorry, let me make that
The butterfly that stamped
This is the 9th month of the year 1999. There are 99 days to go to the last year of this century. Do you feel a sense of destiny?
The relative value of tourists
When beggars die, no comets are seen. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
— Anonymous Rwandan poet
The limitations of advertising
It is sad to think that the first few people on earth needed no books, movies, games or music to inspire coldblooded murder. The day that Cain bashed his brother Abel's brains in, the only motivation he needed was his own human disposition to
Judge not lest ye be...
"Usurpers always choose troubled times to enact, in the atmosphere of general panic, laws which the public would never adopt when passions were cool." Jean-Jacques Rousseau
RAPE touches a raw nerve among most of us, especially since we
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