My Saree Stories: Part 21 (Paintings of India)
In my previous editions of my saree stories, I have written about the different embroideries from the different states of India which have been showcased on sarees. In this edition, I will share my forays into translating…
Flying high
Sometimes you know in a jiffy how much a person enjoys their work. When they speak of “soaring through the blue skies”, you know that they have been able to fly after a long struggle. Just by…
Life of Pi: The theatrical version at NMACC
When I first read Yann Martel’s Man Booker award winning novel, Life of Pi, I thought it was too obtuse and philosophical to be made into a movie. How would a talking Royal Bengal tiger named Richard Parker…
New Year-induced stress
Last night a Whatsapp forward reached me, which was a translation of Taslima Nasreen’s poem Madhyaraater phone. Although the context of the poem is completely different from what I am writing about, the first two lines of…
Ways we work
I see her walking on the pedestrian pathway. I’m in a taxi crawling through the cramped traffic. She is walking in the opposite direction. Her hair tied severely away from her face. It is her attire which…
A prayer for peace in paradise
On day two of our Kashmir trip, I got into an argument with our driver, Javaid. He said that we would start from Srinagar for Pahalgam the next day at 10 am. Now, both Subodh and I…
Savouring Kashmiri hospitality
We are sailing on a brightly painted shikara on Nigeen lake in Srinagar in Kashmir. We have unexpectedly landed in Srinagar on the day of Eid. Our plans were to travel further north, but those have been…
Sighting the pink-browed rosefinch at Mukteshwar
It was my first vacation in the hills of Uttarakhand. From my terrace room in the Ojaswi Himalayan resort in Mukteshwar, I spotted the whole Himalayan range of peaks. Getting up early in the morning to spot…
The frisky Himalayan Bulbul: Punk with a mohawk
We decided to spend a quiet vacation in Mukteshwar in Uttarakhand. This time we steered clear of ‘spot-hopping’. Preferred to take it slow and watch the magnificent Himalayan peaks from my room. But then the bird watching…
The apparent parent
I chose not to have children. So I have never had to go through the rigmarole of attending parent-teacher meetings (PTMs as they are called) and have no clue of what this entails. Until now. My niece,…
