and i am not even close to finishing

Day Zero of Solitary Writing Camp I am excited about the air hostess with small eyes made slanting almonds with loads of eyeliner, and her strong voice that teases everyone, promising not sex, oh, that would be too obvious but maybe longer conversations, giggles and shared secrets and the pretty East Coast Road which I see between bouts of dozing off and the pink damp walls … Continue reading and i am not even close to finishing

the heart yearns, for what, it doesn’t know

A young woman showed us her film on getting to know/see Delhi. She said later, I was not interested in the dead monuments, those dead things. She looked at her dilemnas through her neighborhood, her neighbors, the sun, light and wind around her own house. Perhaps when you live in a city, your dilemnas are too entangled in its fabric for you to be able … Continue reading the heart yearns, for what, it doesn’t know

of flying kites and apples

In the last year, Teja and I, between us have erased entire hard disks 3 times, by mistake. There have been smaller misdemeanors on my part, erasing files, moving them around, which specially with Final Cut Pro, creates havoc. Anyway, the last mishap was at Baroda, just a couple of hours before a large screening of KAPHAL, where after spending the entire day in setting … Continue reading of flying kites and apples

i am not quite kanhaiyalal but ..

So while Dhanno and I are having a what seems to us desi types bred on Dominoes and Pizza Hut, an authentic Pizza Prosciutto e Funghi at Cafe Concerto by the Lakeside in Pokhara and Teja has been saddled with a spinach ravioli with ricotta cheese which he is trying hard to like for our sakes, he sighs happily and says, “We should do this … Continue reading i am not quite kanhaiyalal but ..