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
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
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
The day began with the deliciousness of nutan-gur rasogollas. I had my share of 2, then went for a bath. Teja left me 1, from his share, which I had without demur. Before that, there had been the pale blue house in the tube-lit street at 4 am, a walk up red stairs, and paintings on every landing, and a bed which did not move, … Continue reading then, and before, and after
The coupe in the Duronto is clean, the sheets spotless. A far cry from the Haridwar Express. There are several people who keep dropping in, to lay out two folding tables and serve us food, to clean the coupe every time we eat, to ask us what we would like to eat. The food is the best I have had on a train, tasty, yet … Continue reading passing time
Our holiday in Puri begins with an evening in South Bombay. We travel by train but perhaps not often enough, because we have reached VT without checking if our train is leaving on time. We are enamoured by the idea of the Duronto train after Dhanno’s review of it, and smug in the fact that we have 1st class A/C tickets, for which we paid … Continue reading sometimes baggage makes you lighter
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 ..