It was Maha shivarathri last night. Staying up long at night is one of those things I find very hard to do in silence. I need some company and music or conversation to do it. Back at home, I used to attend the Isha convention and the experience would be amazing. Here, I am alone … More Arunachala!
Premier Inn – DSO, Dubai. We went up for a dip in the pool. The sides were filled with good looking caucasian women in bright dainty bikinis.. some tribal prints.. some crocheted.. basking in the sun, wearing shades and rubbing sunblock on their flawlessly smooth skin, either happily displaying their fronts or backs. Next to … More The pool incident
Perhaps, it is a thing I picked up as a child – my dad could chop any vegetable into the smallest cubes possible and my mum could actually create paper thin noodles out of cabbage! I would wake up the crushing of veggies under the knife on a wooden board and find myself aimlessly staring … More Small details possess a transendental power
I started a new project – hand painted kurtas.. had a few successes and a few set backs. But when it started to pick up pace I was bursting with ideas. I couldnt get up from my gym ball ( which happens to be my chair). There were a few other things that were working … More Mandala drawing
He came to us all by himself.. out of the blue.. clung on to sarang for dear life, never to let go.. he wanted the warmth of an older loved one.. he was cold and hungry rambling on a busy street trying to snuggle up under the chair of the watchman in kalakshetra… he was … More My cat, my teacher
Yet another moving speech by Mr Sadanand Menon, as a part of Madras week celebrations. Mr Menon, (Sada, as he is lovingly called by his contemporaries in the art world) is an impeccable orator. Every time I hear him speak, especially about her (Chandralekha), he opens up a new dimension to her character that is … More Chandra and her connects with Madras