August 22 is Madras Day, the (368th) 'birthday' of the city of Chennai, which was called Madras for almost all of its previous birth...

So we're vacationing in Bangalore, and we're in the bar, and sitting at another table is Feroze Khan , who was a filmstar once, and ...

August 15 is Indian Independence Day. Last night someone from Guest Relations called us and said that the hotel was having a flag-raising a...

Still on vacation, and still updating my arts blog with sketches and findings and such: fire star arts

It's always interesting to see what Sepia Gallery , in New York, is showing. Their current online exhibition has eight photomontages by...

I'm on vacation, first of all. Hurray for wi-fi! Secondly, a few days back I was able once again to see the blogsites which had been ba...

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...