Writing About Writing

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
To you, If you and I have made plans at any point in time you’ve probably heard the refrain “I have some writing to finish” or “I have a deadline” multiple times. You’re also probably tired of hearing it. These days, life revolves around stringing words to make coherent sentences. Every other day, I fall into […]

On a Street Art Trail in Colombo

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
A man (Gihan, he tells me his name later) catches sight of me surveying a stencil of a smiling child sandwiched between a photocopy shop and a dilapidated building on Dawson Street, and signals from across the road: “There’s more over here”. Cheerfully appointing himself as my guide and with a number of wide eyed, […]

On a Street Art Trail in Colombo

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
A man (Gihan, he tells me his name later) catches sight of me surveying a stencil of a smiling child sandwiched between a photocopy shop and a dilapidated building on Dawson Street, and signals from across the road: “There’s more over here”. Cheerfully appointing himself as my guide and with a number of wide eyed, […]

Memory, History

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
(Written a few months ago, posting now. Fervently hoping this has lost its relevance.) * New Delhi, June 2013.  To you, I’m not sure when it happened but Running in the Family has become one of my favourite books. I’d read it years ago and I stumbled across a battered copy at a Sunday book […]

Memory, History

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
(Written a few months ago, posting now. Fervently hoping this has lost its relevance.) * New Delhi, June 2013.  To you, I’m not sure when it happened but Running in the Family has become one of my favourite books. I’d read it years ago and I stumbled across a battered copy at a Sunday book […]

Notes from Delhi: Red Lights

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
Ps: If you’re having trouble reading the text, click on the image for a clearer view.       Filed under: india, irony, letters, Notes from Delhi, Postcards Tagged: Delhi, India, postcards

Notes from Delhi: Red Lights

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
  Ps: If you’re having trouble reading the text, click on the image for a clearer view.Filed under: india, irony, letters, Notes from Delhi, Postcards Tagged: Delhi, India, postcards

Places and Spaces

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
July 2013, Delhi To you,   It’s finally happened. I’ve put down roots. They’re hesitant, frail tendrils with a propensity to wither at the slightest provocation but they’ve been planted. After nodding my way through conversations with potential landlords/ladies and looking at one dubious room after another, I’d wearily head back home, climb up to […]

Notes from Delhi: Places and Spaces

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
July 2013, Delhi To you, It’s finally happened. I’ve put down roots. They’re hesitant, frail tendrils with a propensity to wither at the slightest provocation but they’ve been planted. After nodding my way through conversations with potential landlords/ladies and looking at one dubious room after another, I’d wearily head back home, climb up to the […]

Jaipur Lit Fest – Vignettes

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
Heavily pencilled-schedule in hand and books in backpack, I walk past the lines of people waiting to greet his Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama and navigate past the formidable bodyguards (a new addition to this year’s festival). The Dalai Lama, wagging his finger informs the packed front lawns that money fails to bring inner peace [...]

Jaipur Lit Fest – Vignettes

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
Heavily pencilled-schedule in hand and books in backpack, I walk past the lines of people waiting to greet his Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama and navigate past the formidable bodyguards (a new addition to this year’s festival). The Dalai Lama, wagging his finger informs the packed front lawns that money fails to bring inner peace […]

Winter Notebook (i)

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
  To you, 1) This is going to be a list letter. Brevity and organization are the key words for the day. 2) It seems as though I’ve spent a chunk of my life, waiting. Huddled in a threewheeler, watching rain form rivulets and drip slowly down the taurpalin; waiting on hold, a pop song [...]

Notes from Delhi: Winter Notebook

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
  To you, 1) This is going to be a list letter. Brevity and organization are the key words for the day. 2) It seems as though I’ve spent a chunk of my life, waiting. Huddled in a threewheeler, watching rain form rivulets and drip slowly down the taurpalin; waiting on hold, a pop song […]

Of funk-sticks, rastiadu cases and body parts

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
The dictionary of Sri Lankan English is proving to be an entertaining read so far. Since my move to Delhi, I’ve noticed that there are certain words in my vocabulary which puzzle my friends. I once sent a text to The Dancer and she called me in a few minutes, slightly perplexed – “Err. I [...]

Of funk-sticks, rastiadu cases and body parts

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
The dictionary of Sri Lankan English is proving to be an entertaining read so far. Since my move to Delhi, I’ve noticed that there are certain words in my vocabulary which puzzle my friends. I once sent a text to The Dancer and she called me in a few minutes, slightly perplexed – “Err. I […]

Airport Observations

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
I hang up my phone in amusement. My ride was still at home, in a half-sleep stupor but awake enough to brush away my insistence to take a cab. I didn’t mind hanging around for a while. The arrival section of the airport is a lovely place to people watch and I’m usually in such [...]

Airport Observations

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
I hang up my phone in amusement. My ride was still at home, in a half-sleep stupor but awake enough to brush away my insistence to take a cab. I didn’t mind hanging around for a while. The arrival section of the airport is a lovely place to people watch and I’m usually in such […]

Author-Artist Double Acts

A LIFE OF SATURDAYS
One of my most treasured possessions is a copy of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales. While growing up, Andersen’s stories unnerved me. Very few of them had positive closure and at times highly ambiguous (Ugly Duckling, anyone?) and for a little girl who liked utopian, apple-pie endings where everyone lived happily ever after, Andersen’s stories [...]