By Shashi Bellamkonda ·
Memoir • Personal Reflections
From Delhi Rails to the Red Dirt of Interior Telangana
By Shashi Bellamkonda
Entering that world was always fascinating because it was so utterly different.
Whether pulling out of Delhi or leaving Madras, the long journey back to our ancestral village in interior Telangana captured our imagination as children, and that fa…
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The tanker arrived before the sun did. I remember lying in bed in Madras, maybe eight years old, listening for that particular rumble on the street outside, a diesel engine and a …
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Eleven minutes. That is how long it took, this summer in Ameerpet, for a pair of pajama pants to travel from a dark store I couldn't see to the gate of the house I grew up vis…
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The Cellular Jail in Port Blair has a long corridor of cells, each one built so prisoners could not see one another, radiating out from a central tower like spokes. Near the entra…
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I am writing this from Hyderabad, on vacation, in the same city where I first read about the Ghadar movement in one paragraph of a school textbook and moved on without a second th…
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Personal Essay | September 12, 2026Guests Show Up. An Audience Is Designed.By Shashi BellamkondaThe Qualtrics XM Analyst event this week was not held in a hotel ballroom. It was…
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Personal EssayThe C-2 had been in the air about an hour when the crew signaled with their hands. Here we go, here we go. I was facing backward, which is not how you expect to land…
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