The blog

An assortment of thoughts, opinions and stories

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

  • Jeep Rides

    Jeep Rides

    Some people say that if you can drive in India, you can drive anywhere in the world. Others are more specific. They say that if you can drive in Calcutta, you can drive anywhere…

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  • The Eiffel Tower

    The Eiffel Tower

    I was not at all impressed when I first saw the Eiffel Tower. My problem with the Eiffel Tower, the Taj Mahal and the Mona Lisa is that they look just like the pictures.…

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  • Ustad Amjad Ali Khan

    Ustad Amjad Ali Khan

    I listened to Amaan and Ayaan Ali Khan and they were beautiful. In fact, I listened to many musicians over the last few days, and enjoyed most. Yet, when I watched and listened to…

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  • One-Arm-Distance

    One-Arm-Distance

    Children in dance class believe firmly that the closer they are to me the better I will be able to see them. I try every now and then – very ineffectively – to explain…

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  • Sawai Gandharva

    Sawai Gandharva

    Sitting at the bharatiya baithak on the second day of the Sawai Gandharva festival, I realised once again that for me, the festival is as much about the grand music as about watching people. There are…

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  • My Name is Rose

    My Name is Rose

    My Name is Rose

    I could say that Smarties Gold Medal winning author Sally Grindley’s book is about a Romanian gypsy being integrated into a dysfunctional recomposed English family. Orphaned during a road accident, she has to find…

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  • Cool Cans

    Cool Cans

    When cans of soft drinks were launched in India, they were both ridiculously expensive and ridiculously cool. I remember the summer holidays – four cousins in Bangalore, always hungry and always asking for ice-cream…

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  • Torre Pendente

    Torre Pendente

    We had just a few hours at Pisa, but we could not travel all over Italy and not visit the famous leaning tower. So we asked a lady on a train what to do,…

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  • Cut

    Cut

    My sister and I often got invited to the same parties. Once, when I was about seven, both of us received birthday invitations that had a fancy RSVP slip that had to be cut…

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  • No Television

    No Television

    I moved into a flat that looked as if it had been painted by the landlord himself. It had definitely been painted by someone who had never painted anything before. I loved the flat…

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