Saturday, October 27, 2012

Little from the {warm} sand.

{I almost forgot I could glide,
And sleep on the stagnant waters,
Feel the beer go down the saturated throat;
And dig my feet in the grainy sand.
I almost forgot.}

I am back from an extremely rejuvenating trip to Goa. My family and me being unconditional foodies, we have explored every possible eatery in and around Goa in the last several years. Yet another place was discovered considering our ever-growing love for fish. This was a small quaint Goan restaurant in the narrow lanes of Panjim called Linda’s Viva Panjim. We were welcomed by Linda’s wide warm smile and felt completely at home with her hospitality. Viva Panjim has been around for many years and has various prestigious accolades to its credit for Goan food.
Linda D'souza
 I would strongly recommend the 'orange fish curry' as they call it with the extensive fish platter along with gin with tonic water/port wine/beer.

I was away from my phone and internet so couldn't blog from there even though I was tempted to share some pictures taken on the iPad (I am saying this because I am a technophobe).Anyway here are some of my favorites. 

Now I am eagerly looking forward to Diwali and some work I need to finish before it. Hope you take a short break too and just ‘be’ for some time. Have a quiet Sunday, I will see you soon.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

A {place} makes a person.

It’s often difficult to answer this question, "What inspires you?" The answer is usually a little vague and at times convincing. Here is my work space at home which inspires me to express because the space has grown with me and now I am quite sensitive to my surroundings. There are lots of things that are not a part of this small video because it is indeed impossible to document every small thing I have gathered over the years. The rain and its sound intrigued me to shoot this. 

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This is for my mother who has witnessed the growth of this space very closely and she still threatens me that she would give away all the rusted things I have collected. I know she wouldn't.
Music is by the inevitable thumri veteran, Girija Devi.

{Hope you spend your weekend in the space that inspires you}

Saturday, October 13, 2012

{Such is a relationship, tied in its strings}

My weekends are primarily dedicated to my grandparents and especially my grandmother who we fondly call Amma. The time I spend with her and her stories inspire me. Her elegant plait that has remained unchanged over the years personifies time and memories to me.

Entangling various strands;
Those make a rhythmic choir;
The oiled nostalgia,
That seeps through unending memories,
With weathered tender fingers,
Running through the swinging hair,
Such is a relationship,
Tied in its strings.

As the day unfolds and time dissolves,
Stories of old Bombay;
Relive their existence.
In her mind play those million voices,
Of India longing for freedom.
Then the pressure cooker whistles;
To this day of life,
When gone is the gone,
But in mind it remains.

Fresh from the cooker;
Come the secret recipes,
Of spices and vessels.
Stories are the same,
Understanding is new.
The evening setting in;
With coffee she likes,
Her bangles cling to the ceramics;
And cookies less sweet.

The plait is still entangled,
As the night creates shadows.
Such is a relationship,
Tied in its strings.
Who wants to be young and old?
Who likes it that way?
We live for the memories,
Like the rigid plait.

And memories drip like the night oil;
And we; like the strings.
And rigid!