Music, my car and me.

I rounded off my intermittent attendance of this music season with my final concert for the year, yesterday, that of Sri. Abhishek Raghuram at the Music Academy. Driving in at about 6.10 pm for the 6.45 pm concert, I approached the valets. They told me unequivocally that there was no…

Once upon a bus

Ever since I returned to Madras over a decade ago, I have been strongly dissuaded from traveling on the bus saying “It is not what it used to be. It is not safe” etc. etc. However, it is important to me to have the ability to negotiate public transport to…

Sabyasachi, the saree and me.

As I read Indian clothing designer Sabyasachi Mukherjee’s comment at Harvard regarding women and the saree – http://bit.ly/2HbTQI7, and counter points to it – http://bit.ly/2CiaemH, some thoughts came up. Mr. Mukherjee said “I think, if you tell me that you do not know how to wear a saree, I would say shame…

A testing time

As school leaving examinations approach in India, tensions and anxieties run high – not just for the children but also for parents and everyone residing under the same roof. Even if we keep telling ourselves that there is life beyond this examination and regardless of what happens, life goes on…

Predictably unpredictable

A garbled conundrum of traffic signals leading commuters to at least five streets, always packed with vehicles, many defying description – this is the major Valluvar Kottam intersection in my city of Madras. For the past few weeks, the traffic signals there have been completely non functional and there were…