PicTale 003 – Seven thoughts for seven minds
Minds can focus or waver, they can scream or scheme, they sometimes force the body to be on the defensive or be ready to attack… and do everything that makes them an enigma. The evening was spent watching Lior Suchard astonish the audience at the Kingdom of Dreams in Gurgaon. ‘Just astonish?’ I asked...
PicTale 002 – My workplace is all fun
Yes, a workplace for these construction workers is just fun. The space that I saw from my seventh floor balcony was one that was an office, a dining area, a living room, a place for get one’s thoughts together, a place to sit and gossip, and some may just say it is a worker’s...
French dessert, some history, and a village
I was categorically told that Hauz Khas Village was a huddle of pretensions and that I’d find girls in stilettoes playing hand-ball with words like trekking, art hikes, creative adventures, and revolutions. It was all there… and more. The village isn’t really a village and yet, it is one. There are doorways with ‘kundis’ and...
PicTale 001 – One early morning in CP
The place is CP in Delhi… the outer circle near Baba Kharag Singh Marg. I was out there for an early morning walk to discover Central Delhi. Specky saw them first, stopped, and said, ‘Look, I didn’t know street children could smile and have fun. I’ve always seen them struggle on crossings trying to sell...
A foodilicious kingdom
The invite said: ‘You’re invited to the Kingdom of Dreams.’ My first reaction was to run to a mirror and see if I was still my old self or had there been some magical transformation during the night. ‘Well, I’m still the same,’ I said to my wife, ‘so why would I want to go...
The new-age warriors
As I drove towards Arpana Art Gallery, locating this place wasn’t bothering me as much as my fear and phobia of the snootiness of the art tribe of this country. Yes, the artists, for some strange reason that only they can possibly explain, generally tend to gravitate into a tight group that then becomes impenetrable....
Photo instincts and a camera phone
Have we suddenly had some genetic mutation as a nation to have taken to photography in such a big way? I ask this because I find almost everyone talking about photography in a knowledgeable way. There are just too many people wanting to be called the experts in photography. Photo exhibitions are literally crammed inside...
Graffiti in Sydney
Trip: Sydney. 2012. Expedia made this trip to Sydney possible. You can catch them on Facebook, twitter, and even on Youtube. Graffiti can be both inspiring and intimidating… legal as well as illegal… accepted and unacceptable… creative and it can be just a mishmash of abuses hurled at you with a spray can from a wall!...
Kyra, the sunshine girl!
Met Kyra… yes, I did meet her on a rather sunny day in Sydney. She was sunning herself and making sure that the sun did not give her any of the blemishes and spots that it was famed for giving. ‘After all,’ she mused, ‘my beauty is why I get so many fans coming to...
Sun-glasses and the eternal seeker within me
‘Why do I want to buy shades?’ – is the question I was once very prone to ask myself. But this was before my encounter with the sunglasses salesman in a large store in a large mall in Delhi. My wife and I were at the shades counter there and I was looking wistfully at...
The flowchart of excitement
Don’t worry, I am not going to quote any psychologist here in this article telling you that excessive shopping is a result of stress or anger or some sort of a mismanaged life. I also don’t intend to go on and on and on about some remote but existing statistics on a comparison between online...
Even a single hair casts its shadow
It was one of those low-pressure days at the office. A warm sun asked its rays to gently shuffle in through the closed window panes hoping this might help the people inside deal with the biting December cold of Delhi. I was sitting with the visiting team from a friendly daily who wanted some confirmation...
