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.


Saturday, August 26, 2017



images for now as I scramble for the words
this yatra of many lifetimes
the trek to Mt kailash-mansarovar
in the footsteps of the great
humbling


Climbing Chialekh, Uttarakhand



enroute Deraphuk

Mansarovar

that magical first glimpse, Darchen

on the way to Budhi, Uttarakhand

yamdwar



Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Shravan, the holy month, draws to a close.
It has been a peaceful time.
In tribute, some images of temples dedicated to Lord Shiva -- these were taken when I rushed through a few states down south last year.

At the garden in VIZAG

Sringeri gate

the ancient temple in Sringeri

Suchindram temple
the ancient shrine in Bora caves

Sunday, July 10, 2016

What a a magical trail ... Silonda, in SGNP... the absolute thriller was listening to the call of the drongo...such variety of the calls from one diminutive bird.. unbelievable.(blurry pic, hence not posted). Huge huge thanks to Ushamaam, Renee maam and the TAW...



kusum







Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Incredible how busy one can be-- without much to show for it.  Days have fallen into a predictable pattern now--  a longish walk in the morning, afternoon nap, evening time  a Turkish serial and then a temple visit. Yes, for the first time in years I collect and arrange flowers, and for the first time ever, I tried to decipher the meanings of the verses I have long recited by rote.

I did some volunteer work too, but may need to shift back to teaching English instead of science, my students have gone AWOL,they preferred coaching classes.

Have been caretaking with hospital visits for some people too, but fortunately that phase seems to be over for now.

Writing got difficult with all the free time...  Some translations got done, but my speed has halved now as the author has turned extra particular...

I did watch some great movies—Sairat, Waiting, Udta Punjab, Dhanak—and that’s from the last two months only. Finished “Being Mortal” by Atul Gawande…. Gave my grey cells a workout.


Friday, April 29, 2016


the panicked screeches of birds losing their homes and wood being hacked for no reason...this has kept me busy... more later


http://www.mid-day.com/articles/hey-bmc-this-is-chopping-trees-not-trimming/17180192

Thursday, March 24, 2016

I have a story up on Pure Slush.. this one's derived from hours of meetings one has sat through.

http://pureslush.webs.com/goodmanbadman.htm