This was my India
This second wave was supposed to be over by now. Instead, it’s getting worse, and worse still is predicted. Sad, sad, sad. And scary. I feel the inadequacy of words […]
Category Archives: City life
Duranceville
We are in the city and going into lockdown. The word that pops into my head all the time is “Duranceville”. I have no idea where I first met the […]
Earth Day song: Make the planet bloom again
A year ago, when the first Covid wave hit us, people were all going on about how nature was retaliating, and how humans were going to learn not to abuse […]
Hum ek hain
This is old news now, but I’ve had no time to post. In my recent Bangalore stint (or shall I say stink, both are equally appropriate), I got mixed up […]
Is scale all- important?
I’ve talked before, in my post on Green Warriors, of the loneliness of trying to do the right thing on your own. In an effort to scale up a little, […]
Gandhiji and the gym
Like most Indians growing up in the 60s, I was taken to see and cry buckets over ‘Satyameva Jayate’, a movie which ended with the assassination of Mahatma Gandhi. I […]
Where’s the joy?
From June to August end my husband has agreed to teach a course at his old institute. In our thirty-five years of married life, we have always functioned as a […]
The Long View 