Thursday, March 28, 2013


AAfrica… the five year old, a neighbor’s daughter, squealed pointing at the continent. Noorth America, South Americaaa, Asiaaah…
Where does all this excitement about the world go?
Where does the thrill of learning go?
Does getting older mean we stop learning?
I got a autographed many-hued world as a gift.

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obit. Pure Slush Vol. 6
is now available

Pure Slush is proud to announce the publication of
the long-awaited obit. Pure Slush Vol. 6

one year in the writing!


87 years in the living!

22 writers in 32 stories give their own personal recollections of

Webster Murphy Allen
1925 - 2012

the man and his mysteries,
the wine and the whining,
the wheeling and dealing,
the laughter and the tears,
the ecstacy and the espionage!

Who was he really?


For a taste of obit. click here

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Featuring the work of William HendersonMichael Webb,
Jaylee AldeMeghan K. BarnesMira DesaiJennifer K. Dick,
Teresa Burns GuntherKyle HemmingsGill HoffsJoanne Jagoda,
Joyce JuzwikJen KnoxMaude LarkeMatt McGee
Gwendolyn Joyce MintzMatt PotterMartha Rand
Sally RenoDusty-Anne Rhodes
Andrew StancekSusan Tepper and Erin Zulkoski.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

random shed, Ranibaug

ceiling, Bhau Daji Lad Museum/ Victoria and Albert Museum

Mahua tree ( i think)

HRH The Queen

Reena Kallat's winning installation-- stamps made of changed road names

A cannonball tree/ Kailashpati

Monday, March 18, 2013


Obit, an anthology from Pure Slush is at the press-- I have a story in it.
Pure Slush has  created a book around the detailed obit of a fictitious New Yorker, Webster Murphy Allen (http://pureslush.webs.com/webstermurphyallen.htm). Submissions were invited around this theme, drawing from his life.
http://pureslush.webs.com/atasteofobit.htm

Other writers contributed stories about the same person, about different parts of this character's life, etc. They took incidents or ideas or traits or other characters mentioned in the obituary ... and sometimes their stories refuted them. Stories could be wholly about the obit's subject or maybe only in passing.
My story has my somewhat-big-city-India imprint, and I’m sure the tales of the other authors reflect their lives as well.
Can’t wait to see my copy.




One more beautiful morning exclaiming over trees, touching sundry trunks and branches. This time, the tree group,TAW,  walked through Rani Baug, or the Victoria and Albert gardens and zoo or the Jijamata Udyan—I don’t care what they call it as long as they preserve it and not turn it into one  silly amusement park.
http://www.saveranibagh.org/aboutus.php

Amazing amazing trees. Felt so good to recognize a few- the tivar, the brownia,  the sita-ashok, the ficus, cajuput-- they felt like old friends. Saw so many new trees, including rare ones that have grown over a century.


Thursday, March 14, 2013


This has been an incredibly tough post to write.
I was reading one of the better personal advice blogs, Trent’s simple dollar or Raptitude, I forget which, and the post was about looking back at mistakes (life mistakes, blunders, not minor misses) And picking three lessons that one has learned from them. So I thought and thought and winced and thought and well, here we go:
1. I should have trusted my gut feel. The writing on the wall IS as one reads it, and no, that’s not delusional. No one can know your interests better than you. I should have, but I didn’t., and that undermined my confidence. And it would have given me more time with the parent, time that’s irreplaceable now.
2. I should not have been passive, or what’s that term, passive aggressive. But talking back is not so part of my nature. Or defending turf. I tend to give up, compromise to keep the peace.
3. I could have strengthened my own resources. There is one part of me which says I’ve done ok. There’s another part that says I could have done much much better, sharper, been more PROACTIVE rather than merely riding the wave. 
Neat thing, this.

Monday, March 11, 2013


Yes! To new leaves on the rain tree, the tivar, the laburnum, and to the first-ever palash blooms I’ve ever seen, fragile and prone to wilting. The kailaspati are blooming, just in time for Shivratri--the festival dedicated to the God that dwells on Mount Kailash-- there is a certain hardiness about these blooms despite how showy they are, and some may not find them “pretty.” The Bauhinia, on the other hand, are making a marked exit, I notice the leaves yellow and drop first and then the blooms give in. But yes, it is a fresh new time for my little patch of green, the neighborhood park.

Is it possible to out-wait something, so by the time that thing reaches you, the impact has faded away, the excitement non existent, and the only bewildering thought is how much work remains to be done?

I was at a puja yday to celebrate Shivratri, with a consecration to the fire and chanting, the entire ceremony being performed by family members, the event meaningful and somber—much better than any prayer ceremony that a Panditji could perform.

Thursday, March 07, 2013


Sadness-- not mine--and two requests for help, two instances on the same day. Been there, done that and yes I can tell you worked for me, your mileage may vary. I tell one to keep a stoic silence, any replies are petrol to the anger, until of course it gets too much and then one must shout back, the way one would admonish a dog. I tell the other to work for closure and move on, life is too short and too important. Thankfully my bleeding heart phase is over and done with, and my circle of concern limited--I wonder what if anything the Universe is trying to say, usually I let people be.