Grand plans

Weekends come with a happy punctuality, and inevitably make me draw up ambitious plans to get out and about; to see a bit more of the city I am living in; and to come up with some wonderful ideas for a nice, long blog post. This one was no different, as I made plans to…

Solitary

Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? – Excerpt from the poem, The Solitary Reaper, by…

One wall, many lives.

Was feeling a bit meh (maybe because it is Monday?), browsing through my hard disk when I found this photo from last year. I had clicked this as I was passing by in a bus, in Guangzhou. It seemed poetic that each window was identical architecturally, but the view from each and the reflections they…

A still life.

Have you ever visited a place that seemed so melancholic? Not the damp, marshy landscapes that are so often associated with the word, but more a place that was once important, but now slowing fading away, except for the occasional tourist who might pass through? And just when you had made up your mind that…

Happy Lunar New Year!

It is lunar new year, which for me means another opportunity to restart all those resolutions made less than a month ago and try to keep them up, again. One of those resolutions for me was to go out and sketch a bit more regularly, and meet some new people in the process. And what better…

Rivers

Rivers change course, break banks, dry up, only to flow again; starting far up in the mountains, travelling far and wide to reach the sea. And growing up on the banks of one, I have learned to cherish them. Also, it was AA Milne’s birthday last week. 18 January to be precise. So here is…

Unwell.

8 June 2016. Like most of my posts, this too begins with a commute. A little boy, with his head covered in gauze and an IV catheter in his arm, sits in front of me. It is a seat meant for two, but like many things Indian, a ‘little adjustment’ ensures that three people are squeezed onto the…

Sunday mornings

A notebook to pen some thoughts in, millet-based cookies for a relatively guilt-free snack, a book for the inevitable interludes, and a lot of paint. That’s the stuff the best Sunday mornings are made of. (Oil on paper)

In the middle of an adventure, some thoughts.

Life is an adventure in the long run, however boring or routine it may seem at the moment. And all those little pauses in the course of one offer plenty of opportunities to think, reflect and just wonder where it is all headed (Oh me and my existential crises!). This is one such moment: The text here…

Hot summer days

Cold water becomes precious on hot summer days, especially for those whose job is to be on the road, driving the bus and issuing tickets. But regular commuters like this woman help out, getting ice-cold water to share with the driver and conductor, on the way back from work. As seen in bus route 29E, 28 April 2016.…

A chance encounter

Taking the bus, you see images flashing past – faces, buildings, trees. And sometimes, when you look down, deep in thought, you might just realize that the old wrinkled woman sitting in front of you who, until then, was just another face in the crowd, is actually a construction worker, returning home, carrying a hoe held between tanned, roughened fingers, after a long…

Mums

  Mums are awesome. When they take the bus, they not only manage to carry their handbags, but they also carry you and everything else that you might ever need — some balloons for you to play with, towels to cool off in the summer heat, food in case you get hungry and so on and so forth.…

Outside

Often, I find myself wondering what to do on the weekends, the usual chores aside. But invariably, I end up walking around my apartment building, going round and round the parking lot; or walking around malls. Neither of which are particularly engaging. All these just make me dream of large parks that I can just walk…

Rhythm and motion

Earlier today, I had the opportunity to attend the Panguni annual festival being held at the Kabaleeshwar temple in Mylapore, Chennai from the 13th – 24th of this month. Today was the famed ‘Therottam’ where ornate chariots carrying different deities go around the temple. Suffice to say, it was a long affair, starting at 7.15 am in…

Longing for Gravity

“You are on a mission to Mars. Because of the length of of the journey, you will never be able to return to Earth. What about our blue planet will you miss the most?”. So went the question on today’s Daily Prompt. That is a pretty easy one to answer. I will miss our crazy cities…

Time

Nothing reflects time and change like old places adapting for the new world. While walking through such places, I do love to capture a bit of the old and the new in one frame – beautiful in their contrast, yet coming together to form one picture. So here are 3 photographs on this theme from 3 different places. Enjoy! Busting center…

Constancy in a time of change

  Every once in a while, you leave work but somehow work doesn’t leave your thoughts. So you absentmindedly churn out to-do lists for the coming days, mechanically taking one step after another, switching buses and trains, walking by with the crowd, a little afraid of being overwhelmed in case you decide to pause and take a…

Car-free Sundays

Wake up before the sun rises. Check. Watch the sky turn pink while sipping some awesome coffee. Check. Take a long bus ride and see the city wake up. Check. Loiter around on the street and create some art. Check. I love it when a plan comes together! Car-free Sundays are held at Elliot’s Beach Road, Chennai, from…