I can’t remember exactly when I saw Jitish Kallat for the first time. I might have only seen pictures of him after getting to know a little bit about him. To be very honest, I knew him not at all before I joined the BDL course; I had previously admitted to my limited knowledge of… Continue reading On Jitish Kallat
During the first semester of the course, we have visited two artists’ studios – Atul Dodiya’s and Reena Saini Kallat’s. Both studios were impressively large and awe-inspiring spaces. Ironically, in a city which seems sometimes to crowd in a dizzying claustrophobic breathlessness, these open spaces that allows the artist to breathe took our breath away.… Continue reading Rendezvous with an Artist: Reena Saini Kallat
This is the question that is bothering me currently. Who cares? Who reads my blog? Who gives a inch of breathe to read about how I fare in my life and my goals? Who cares whether I complete my goals? I guess I might be using this excuse to give up on the 30-day challenge.… Continue reading Who Cares?
Goal no. 5 for 5th May: Organise Closet Maybe for some people this might sound like an easy achievable goal. What’s so challenging about properly folding clothes and hanging or stacking them up in a closet? A LOT, if you have not done any of that since January! (I am usually an obsessively organized person, but… Continue reading 𝄞♩♪ ♫ ♬ Ain’t no mountain high enough..
These days I find three kinds of hair on my clothes: my own, my cat’s and Barima’s. I do not call my maternal grandma nani, like other north Indians. I call her Barima; which translates from Hindi to “big mother” in English. That name was given to her by my elder sister (the first-born of… Continue reading Barima
I still consider it New Year’s Day, even though it is 1:20am of 2nd January as I type. I have been trying to sleep, and end this day, but I fail. Insomnia and minor hurts of the day revolve around – with their insignificance in comparison to the grander hurts of world (hunger-war-environmental destruction) – in… Continue reading New Year Old Pangs
I should write this down before I forget. My cat once nearly drowned. No, that was me. I once nearly drowned. In Trinidad. At Maracas Beach. “I was swimming in the Caribbean!” There were some kind of retreating current that could pull you into the deep seas if you didn’t notice you were there, of… Continue reading Drowning and being saved