The debate on comments in blogs is never-ending. Me personally, commento ergo bloggum (Latin makes me sound so cool – and clueless)… Which roughly means, I keep blogging because you in your nice and naive way keep leaving comments, thereby egging me on. You may or may not have noticed but I need little encouragement… Continue reading I am interesting in comments
Comfort me, food…
I came across a very interesting post on the Cheskin blog about China’s window to the world. Food. In China, food is love. Food represents familial ties and status between people: the elderly and most prestigious guests are always served the first and best parts of the dish. Food represents commitment: business deals and marriages… Continue reading Comfort me, food…
Dance baby, dance
Iam going through a blogger’s block and have not been posting regularly. Sometimes I stare at the screen and wonder whether there is anything at all to write about. This too shall pass. I hope. And then there are these incidents which make me want to write again… A couple of days ago I attended… Continue reading Dance baby, dance
Too shocked to react?
What did you do when you looked at the ineed image in my earlier post? Or if you are a smoker, what do you do each time you see a cancer kills ad? Or an ad for cooking oil that shows that healthy young man suddenly collapse with a heart attack? What will happen to… Continue reading Too shocked to react?
AIDS, adoption and ipods
A few things that have been disturbing me over the last week or so… random, casual lines heard or read, images that make me shudder every time I think of them, attitudes that make me despair… they pop up at inconvenient times, little imps that dance in my mind, those morsels I have not been… Continue reading AIDS, adoption and ipods
My own heritage walk
Been spending a lot of time at the Kala Ghoda festival, soaking in culture in small digestible bite-sized pieces… As I walk around the stalls on both ends of the road, I wonder about the way popular Bollywood has come to be accepted as part of the arts… Has it always been this way? I… Continue reading My own heritage walk
Kids, crayons and Kala Ghoda
Some images from the Kala Ghoda festival… A hundred kids + two bright red tents + many boxes of waterpaints and crayons. Akanksha volunteers. A camera. A set of anxious and guiltily relieved parents. Two hours of rollicking fun. Theme for the day: dream city… Venue : the big red tent… The children’s section is… Continue reading Kids, crayons and Kala Ghoda
The Kala Ghoda Gazette
The Kala Ghoda arts festival begins today, showcasing the best in arts that Bombay has to offer… And covering it live, well, almost live, will be an enthusiastic bunch of bloggers writing for the Kala Ghoda Gazette. The Kala Ghoda Gazette is the latest in the list of collablogs conceived of and managed by serial… Continue reading The Kala Ghoda Gazette
Past her shelf life
Uma at Indianwriting has this posted an email she received from someone in the US… I found much in the mail objectionable but this sentence particularly got me thinking – The number of overage unmarried Indian girls in the US is quite large. And there is nothing the parents can do about it, which causes… Continue reading Past her shelf life
Rumble-tremble news
When was the last time news made your hands tremble? Hmm, let me see now… Was it when I first heard about Raveena Tandon’s lost dog ?(on the front page of the Times of India) Or was it when I read that Indian couples are now quick to wed, quicker to split? (again on the… Continue reading Rumble-tremble news