Monday, April 23, 2018




Thrilled with Coming Home published on Kitaab.

https://kitaab.org/2018/04/23/short-story-coming-home-by-pravinsinh-chavda/

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

"Bambai mein paisa hawa mein udta hai... aapko pakadna aana chahiye"

Money flutters about in the breeze in Mumbai, you should know how to grasp it.

Wisdom from a rickshaw walla.

Friday, April 06, 2018

Dear crows
Thank you for residing in the banyan tree outside, I enjoy your company and your antics.
But why have you taken to cawing piteously?
You craved bread. You got bread.
Rotis were not good enough. I understand. Dry, non-ghee rotis are a cultivated taste. Gourmet.
Now you don't want bread anymore.
Suddenly. Like the change in the weather.
Why?!
I hear your piteous demands and cringe.
What?

Wednesday, April 04, 2018

Bridging the gap between 8/70 and 66/70... that is the real challenge then.
To address both groups in the same class, keep them involved and keep them active.
A 4th std kid was struggling with b's and d's to my dismay... and then I reminded myself these were slum kids.
Change takes work.

Friday, March 30, 2018

I had forgotten what 42 deg C feels like. Scorching. Searing.
The last few days were a grim reminder-nudge.
A kinder version of what summer feels like back home. Not 47 deg C, no not yet.
Back to a mild 27 deg C now... a salubrious breeze wafts.

Monday, February 12, 2018

The photos will have to wait some till I figure out how up upload from my phone. But saw something amazing...a thirst for life...a tree decimated with zero leaves on it springs back to life...another tree a giant ficus that fell to its knees after a storm putting out new leaves from the trunk...to Life!

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Too many movies, my nagging brain alerts me.

At times it can be therapeutic. Plus I missed the film festival this year, so that’s 40 movies that I’ve not watched. Surplus movie quota!

Somewhere I’ve lost my mojo. Which is why Tumhari Sulu was like a shot in the arm. I remember and take away Vidya Balan’s confident stride. Her laugh, her can-do spirit. It tugged at a part that I once was. A gentle reminder .I walk taller.

Nebraska at the Express Film Club for the brilliantly stark photography as much as the realism of the story. The post film discussion as captivating. Thinking minds.

Secret Superstar. Quarib quarib singlle. For the pace, the content. The hope. The reminder that technology is a lifechanger. Enabler.

About the mojo, it can’t be life events because life is pretty even keel. I volunteer, even if the kids got 3 on 50. I walk. I dutifully visit the temple twice weekly and chant. I rustle up a new recipe every now and then from vegrecipesofindia.  I give placeoforigin more business than I ought to .I plan my next trip—next year for sure, I promise myself-- to the beautiful  big mountains.

What probably needs to happen is more butt in the chair-work. More brainfood. More structure.

Less antsy.