GarhKundhar Fort – Baune chor ka kila
Garh Kundhar ka Quila… around 70 kms from Jhansi via Baruasagar and Niwari… has a history that is full of stories that can make one tremble with fear. I will soon be uploading a post on this fort but for now let me just say that this fort is also called ‘Bonae chor ka kila’...
Mughals for the travel enthusiast
The representation of the Mughal Era doesn’t revolve only around a road in Delhi named after Aurangzeb. Kebabs originating from the imperial kitchens of the Mughals, Persian that converged with Turkish and Arabic to transform into Urdu, art and painting styles, and architecture are just a few connections that still go on and converge with...
Verzeih mir! This book isn’t just a thriller
Verzeih mir! This book isn’t just a thriller Review of ‘The Trail of Four’ by Manjiri Prabhu When you read a book where ‘shadowy shapes splashed with twilight orange’, interiors ‘scintillate under the stucco ceilings’, the banks of the lake has ‘lit torches perched like sentinels’, and one of the characters realises that ‘jealousy...
Navigating through defaced history and culture
Our monuments, gardens, streets, walls, and even books in libraries have one thing in common. They are all defaced. I remember it was a pain navigating my way through a garden without touching a tree where a heart or some name wasn’t etched. It is the same story with walls of houses, inside parking lots,...
The visible is the mystery
No, there is no cellar in our house and no attic, no hidden cupboards and no passageways opening up when you strike the wall in a particular way. I remember there was a time when all this troubled me a lot… but I was in school then and was reading a lot of Ellery Queen...
Cola de Gallo started it all
There are words… then there are words with a story… and finally there are words with a lot of stories trailing them. Cocktail is one word that has no limit to the stories that can be connected to it. Who wouldn’t want to be a part the history of a word that most of humanity...
An argument for mortal immortality
I wonder if it is life that is moving Through my stationery body Or is it me stumbling and bumbling Like a drunk, through a life that is still And unmoving with every decision As meaningless as any other? Or are we like a photograph swept across Geographies and histories by the currents Of memories,...
The philosopher is more important than the stone. Review of ‘The Krishna Key’
‘Chhedi and Priya were stumped.’ Well, I’m sure most of the characters even inside this novel must’ve been stumped. As a reader and very much an outsider for all that this book has, even I was thoroughly stumped. Just look at what a reader has to agree to believe. ‘Just take the name Noah and...
