Shall We Dance......
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2y ago
  I have tried, but the courage to dance isn’t mine.  We were taught Indian classical dance in school. I recall quite vividly, how the whole class had to line up in the assembly hall, at Loreto Convent, Tara Hall, in Shimla and a male teacher would instruct us from the front, standing right below the choir benches that lined the width of the stage behind it. I hated that class. I was also no good at it. So, this meant that the teacher would have me right up front to keep a keen eye on my mis-steps, which made it even worse. I never got the steps or the rhythm right and the dread o ..read more
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It’s Not Okay And That is Okay
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2y ago
  Have you ever had that moment, when you’d been agonizing  over something and suddenly, the penny dropped? An instant of such clarity that the earlier, intense ‘innerlogue’ seemed quite unbelievable and superfluous.  Well, I had one of those inspirational flashes just the other day. I was going on and on about the way that I was feeling and couldn’t quite get to a point of peace with the incident and why it bothered me so much. I was upset and couldn’t quite let it go. Anyway, let me tell you the whole story. It was Saturday. An odd day because things didn’t go as planned ..read more
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My Saturday Morning Walk
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2y ago
I’m not usually a morning walker. Daunted by the idea of suddenly emerging into the world, from the sanctuary of my sleep, I begin the day gently. My current routine commences with journaling - slowing down to write by hand, then some yoga and topping it off with an hour of Reiki. The last few days I’ve not been feeling like myself. Something’s been askew but I just cannot put my finger on it.  I realize that as much as routine can be an useful anchor,  I also need to do things differently. So, after my second cup of coffee, I grabbed an umbrella, put on my trekking sandals and h ..read more
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Meaning......?
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3y ago
   I was rudely woken up early this morning. I hadn’t slept well for weeks and was enjoying a rather rare, luxuriously deep sleep, when I heard a loud door bell. It was so distinctive that, even though I did hesitate momentarily, I said to myself it must have rung and I wasn’t imagining it. I was deep in comforting slumber but I don’t think I was dreaming. I cannot remember the reverie or that the bell ringing had any connection with a fictive event that was occurring in that altered state of consciousness.  Strangely though, I often hear door bells early in the morning. They ..read more
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As with Art, So too in Life.....
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4y ago
I’ve been working hard. There’s a lot to be done in preparation for a forthcoming drawing workshop. I’m nowhere near done with the course work and there is not long to go before we begin.  The other day, early in the morning one participant sent frantic messages, wanting to withdraw because she said she couldn’t draw to save her life. Prompted by some guidelines I had sent she was feeling terrified of sharing, what she had deemed as inadequate attempts, with others in the group. When signing up, another person had sent me a monkey with hands over eyes emoji, indicative of feeling a ..read more
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Do I or Don’t I live in Paradise…..
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5y ago
I am fed-up with people residing in Delhi, Mumbai and elsewhere, who insist on telling me how lucky I am to have moved to Goa. One day, while sharing some problematic issues with a friend, I was stunned when the voice on the other side of the telephone, instead of empathizing or helping,  said: “ you live in paradise and you’re complaining!” The Goan landscape is beautiful. My apartment is surrounded by lush green and the complex has a fabulous view. The aquamarine waters of the swimming pool, are surrounded by a variety of palm trees and flowering plants. And, lining the boundary of the lawn ..read more
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What Should One’s Day Look Like……
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5y ago
   An artist’s life, a writer’s life, what should it look like. What can a productive, good day be? I have been plagued by this for the longest time. As a designer, I ran a studio. I employed people and had a routine that I adhered to. I and my assistants were at work at 9.30 am sharp and left at 5.30pm. My studio was not on the major bus routes – Sarita Vihar was not well connected in the early 1990’s, I would drop the girls off at Ashram crossing and so, I too left then. During these hours one worked with efficiency and for the most part, emotional issues didn’t come up. Not enough to disab ..read more
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If Only I had Listened......
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5y ago
 I knew I should have said no, but had been unable to lie. I was driving down to Rachol Village in Salcete, South Goa for a heritage walking tour. The walk itself was just two hours but the drive from Siolim  was over 55Kms and since it was the first time that I was driving to the South, I wasn’t sure about doing it alone. Varun, of ‘Soul Travelling’ that organises these tours, suggested car-pooling. I thought it a great idea and so he shared my number with those interested. First Vaishali called, then Akshita whatsapped me and we were going together. I was to meet them at the Panjim bus stand ..read more
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Untangling The Tangle
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5y ago
The patterns in a Zentangle nag. Compelling me  untangle this idea of quirks as perfection in art, in a visually drawn space but, not quite as easily applicable in the psychological domain.  Rohini is a wonderful individual and her passion for Zentangles have got me interested in the art. She shares her endeavours with passion and such grace that one is inspired to read more into what has been drawn on the square tiles - the formatted base for a Zentangle, than to simply look at it as an artistic enterprise. I haven’t done any myself but have understood that there are some basic arrangements w ..read more
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A Question of Gratitude
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5y ago
The stick and doll's head were part of what I have collected from the beach. The crochet is symbolic of going over and over with the same thread of  thought to find some resolve. I was hoping to get some rest on Sunday. Actually I was planning to off-load a lot of stuff in my journal, but life had something else lined up. My computer refused to start. On Saturday, or was it Friday when I had been working on my laptop, I kept getting a message from Dell, which I ignored. I hate these epistles. I get them from Microsoft, from Quick Heal and Dell Support on a daily basis and they are such pesti ..read more
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