Art
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My first rengay
Thank you, David. It was such fun writing this. Continue reading
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Searching for my inner Usha Uthup
One of the strongest women who’s ever inspired me is Usha Uthup. She’s fascinated me ever since I was a child. For those who don’t know her, she’s a popular Indian pop singer—but that description doesn’t quite cut it. To be honest: she doesn’t have what people would call a “melodious” voice. In fact, the… Continue reading
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Books and Beginnings
Do you judge a book by its cover? Covers are for couch cusions. The first line—that’s where the book shows its true colours. A good first line doesn’t invite you in, it grabs you by the necktie. Take this for instance: “The story so far: in the beginning, the universe was created. This has made… Continue reading
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Let’s Twist and Turn
Coloured lights in melody,Are they from You, are they from me?Or perhaps there is no divide,Just flickers booming from inside. Red and blue and emerald gleam,Each note a hue, each pulse a dream.Can light itself create the song?Or do we dance and sing along? As we join the rhythm’s call,You and I, no gap at… Continue reading
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My own Path
In life, I know not words so wise,That saints and sages memorise.Their chants and verses, deep and old,Are tales I’ve heard but never told. Unbound by another’s song,And borrowed truths don’t belong.I only crave to call You mine,To feel Your presence, pure, divine. Am I indolent, lost in ease?Too quick to doubt, too hard to… Continue reading
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Beneath the Banyan Tree
The roots await beneath the tree,The banyan old, and wise, and free.I sit in peace at its base,And breathe the calmness of this place. A breeze just right, no heat, no chill,It wraps me close, and time stands still.I close my eyes, the world turns thin.That’s the moment You walk in. You sit beside me,… Continue reading
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The Eternal Dance
Oh Krishna, I search, I cannot see,Your voice is drowned by the storm in me. My dear, I am the storm, the might,And I am the path that leads to light. Oh Krishna, why then, when I am torn,Do I feel lost, so bruised and worn? My dear, you feel what stands apart,I dwell within… Continue reading
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Illusion
The waves toss me, up and down,Foam surrounds—I twist, I drown.I cannot fight, I cannot swim,Lost in currents, weak and dim. Yet—there are no waves at all,No clash, no storm, no rise, no fall.The ocean’s all, it’s vast, it’s deep,Nothing else, to hold or keep. Then why this thrash, this fear, this fight?Why grasp at… Continue reading
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Republic day kolam.
75 years ago on this day, free India’s constitution came into effect and we celebrate the Republic day today. Everywhere in the country there are parades and celebration. In the capital city, a grand parade which begins from near the President’s House and ends in the historic Red Fort That is the rangoli kolam of… Continue reading
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The Finalé
Nayan’s brilliance Today being the last day of Margazhi, I got ambitious. This is the popular representation of Aandal looking at her reflection as Krishna. Not bad for a rangoli, I thought. The bordering flowers are real, btw, and not rangoli. Continue reading
The Burping Bullfrog 