Vijay Natesan

It is his pleasant countenance that first draws attention but once you settle down, his playing of the mridangam keeps you absorbed. Vijay grew up in Mumbai, the son of Geetha, a vainika, and N. Balasubramanian, a Chartered Accountant and bhajan singer. Vijay’s father, an ardent admirer of T.V. Gopalakrishnan…

My mother – Part 1

After my recent return from abroad, my right foot started acting up. It does so a couple of times a year – after-effects of a really bad Chikungunya attack in 2006. Usually, this is alleviated with two days of Naproxen. This time though, it lingered. When I mentioned to my…

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…

Of Camels and Life

In my erstwhile home for a short sojourn, I enjoyed getting together with old friends. Recently, one mentioned to another how the previous time they had met was the last time I had visited. It set me thinking. The temporariness of a short visit often helps to make and concentrate…

What is the yardstick?

The number has increased but do all sabhas offer quality experience? It is human nature to evaluate things, often experiences too. Chennai is gearing for yet another Season of Music and Dance. There is no dearth of variety with programmes happening at venues across the city. Now the quality of…

Friends Old and New

Recently, I spent good, quality time with friends of old whom I have been in touch with constantly, though we have not physically met in a while, geographically separated as we are. As usually happens on such occasions, we reminisced – how we were then, barely into adulthood, and how…