The blog

An assortment of thoughts, opinions and stories

Books I’ve enjoyed, notes from my workshops, and stories about writing, dance and travel

  • Arangetram – Tejashree

    Arangetram – Tejashree

    The Academy of Indian Dances cordially invites you to Tejashree’s Arangetram.

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  • Seatbelt

    Seatbelt

    During an exchange programme with a school in France, I noticed something I had never noticed before – rickshaws do not have doors! The first time I went in a rickshaw with my French…

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  • Advertisement

    Advertisement

    A banner I saw made me chuckle all the way to school: POSH ROOMS AVAILABLE ON COT BASIS

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  • Mr. Popper’s Penguins

    Mr. Popper’s Penguins

    Perhaps Peppy created “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper corn.” Because Peppy, Mr. Popper’s personal assistant, takes particular pleasure in paraphrasing paragraphs to produce passages that permit plentiful pronunciations of /p/. What…

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  • Dragonfly

    Dragonfly

    Dragonfly

    Some pacy books are formulaic, and this one is one of them.Prince must marry Princess – it’s a political alliance. Prince and Princess hate each other; they have all kinds of adventures; then they…

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  • Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani

    Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani

    I watched the movie two months ago, but did not write about it out of – I can’t find a better word – cowardice. The whole world seemed to like the movie. On Facebook,…

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  • Independence Day

    Independence Day

    I have a dear friend who is half-French, half-Brazilian. She’s been living in India for about five years now, and is a unique blend of several cultures. Here’s what she said about the 15th…

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  • MRP

    MRP

    On the radio, I hear advertisements, urging the consumer to wake up and realise that the Maximum Retail Price is printed on all kinds of products. Consumers are duped by dishonest shopkeepers simply because…

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  • A Tribute: Prem Jeevan

    A Tribute: Prem Jeevan

    I met her twice. Two memorable times. I know nothing or next to nothing about Osho, but once I had the pleasure of dropping this formidable lady, Prem Jeevan, to Koregaon Park. I had…

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  • Asylum

    Asylum

    For once, the amount of time I’ve taken to read this says nothing about the book. I remember reading Bloom of Youth. I was faintly unhappy with it. I then somehow ended up reading Grandmother’s Footsteps…

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