a memoir of etchings and wanderings
After spending over six years in Maharashtra, the festival of the beloved Elephant God has almost become a part of me. I remember being told to stay away from the maddening crowds that Ganesh Chaturthi brings, because there is a certain level of craziness involved that not all of us can digest. But I recollect being a part of a visarjan party in Pune and even observing one from a … Continue reading “Moryaaa!” →
Is there anyone who hasn’t seen the Jill & Kevin wedding video yet? Now is the time, then. The story will continue afterwards. I was introduced to it during my MBA at SIMC. I cannot remember what class or who the teacher was, or what was the point of showing it to a bunch of post graduating students. But the song was a revelation! Everyone was nuts over it for a … Continue reading “Turn Up The Music” →
The benefits of being born in an extremely culturally inclined family are manifold. I’ve been educated in Indian classical vocals since I was six and Baba’s love for western classical has ensured that I know a little about the subject. When other parents would be taking their children to parks and amusement centres, my father was booking tickets for three to listen to the Royal Oman Symphony Orchestra at the … Continue reading “An Evening With The Arts” →