The blog ban continues, even though it's increasingly clear that it was all a mistake. My hard disk crashed, and the people who are tryi...

I'm revisiting my baby bitter gourds. This is the vine, outside the kitchen door. The rectangle of light is the height of a brick l...

The blog ban continues, but I’m not going to write about it – others are doing so. Instead, I present here the latest fruits of our garden, ...

According to NDTV 24X7 , an Indian news channel, the clampdown on blogsites (and some websites) is NOT connected to the recent blasts in Mum...

Since last night, I'm able to post to this blog, but not able to see the results after they are published, except through my RSS reader....

Metroblogging Chennai is turning into a fun and often informative place to read about the city. Lately I have been most looking forward to...

My latest post on Metroblogging Chennai: Bleah! or, Current Architectural Trends Look at this poor, architecturally-challenged creatur...

R and I got our names in the paper today: a nice article in The Hindu 's MetroPlus section, by Geeta Padmanabhan: What symbolises C...

I drew and watercoloured this small bullock toy today. It has holes drilled in the platform so that wheels can be added. The thread-garlan...

I love this sentence, from Tahir Shah's The Caliph's House . He's describing the morning of bakr-id , in the slum near his hous...

I love the vanishing hand-painted signs / murals. I took this photograph today, on Chamiers Road: And one more, on Flickr

In what folds and crevices of the brain do these things reside: just now, out of nowhere, I began to sing under my breath I'm Popeye th...

Here we are in the Irony Department. It's a cheap one, I know, but pretty striking all the same: Now take a look at the lower right-han...

R's childhood friend has come to visit from Calcutta, bringing a carton of langda mangoes and a box of sandesh, one of R's favourite...

I went out yesterday morning to buy some beer.  Before the state government took over the liquor business, one could enter a respectable pla...

I called the clouds, and for once they responded. I was sitting in a cane chair on the lawn at about 5:15 in the evening, resting my head o...

I've been reverting to childhood lately: cutting paper and pasting it to more paper; only the scissors don’t have round ends, and the p...

I've been enjoying The Caliph's House by Tahir Shah. It tells the story of his and his family's relocation from England to a h...

We saw a perfect little gem of a film, Rituparno Ghosh's Titli . Titli, the pet name of one of the characters, means butterfly, and the...

I borrowed picture and text from R's blog : At a time when the Indian plains are seething and writhing with heat, staring at this pictur...