• A Blog by Ken Langer

    SEEDS

    In India philosophy, the word “vāsanā” denotes past mental impressions that are imprinted in the subconscious. Vāsanās are likened to seeds that sprout into thoughts, behavior, and personality traits.

    SEEDS

KEN’S INTRO TO BLOG

Vāsanās are also karmic imprints that determine future lives. While I’m not sure about reincarnation, I do feel as if vāsanās planted deep in the soil of my mind years ago in India sprung into the heads of my characters and gave them life. The blogs below consist of satirical essays, short stories, vignettes and, well, just about anything that comes to my mind–all personal and most sprouting from my time in India.

Since May 2025, Ken is posting his short stories, personal essays, and other writing on Medium.com. Search Ken Langer.  Thanks.

 

 

Tabla Rhythms and Lalita

  When I lived in Varanasi as a college student, I took tabla lessons from the late Kedar Nath Bhowmick, a professor of mathematics at Benares Hindu University. Here he is, on the left, in 1970. The other photo is me last February when I visited his home 50 years later, only to find out […]

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In Defending Science, We Defend the Earth

This essay appeared in the Vineyard Gazette, July 6, 2017 On April 22, more than a million citizens marched in 600 cities across the United States and abroad in support of science — an impressive turnout. But if we are to defend the role of science in public policy, we must do more than march […]

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History in a Word

The history of the world can be found in an etymological dictionary. Take, for example, the entry for the word “cipher” (zero, code) from etymonline.com, given below. The word traces back to Europe, the Middle East, and all the way to India, where it existed as Sanskrit “shunyata,” meaning “zero” (as well as the Buddhist word […]

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The Elegy

This story was published in the Taj Mahal Review, June 2017 (tajmahalreview.com) Kesh marched into the living room, a glass of bourbon in hand. In the other, a pack of Gauloises, half crushed by his tight grip. He plopped down on the couch, set the drink on the coffee table, and ran a hand through […]

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