• Comics

    Scallywags Summer

          _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Inspirations This short comic/illustrated story is inspired by my memories of reading Russian Fairy Tales as a child. The book Mridu picks up is The Lost Girl and the Scallywags by Galina Demykina. What I remember the most are the beautiful names and the dark enchantment of these books. Have you had similar experiences? It is also a part of my illustrations for introverts. Mridu is a shy and quiet girl like I was. And she likes to do things by herself. And, her very first friends are books – something most introverts would agree to. Let me know your thoughts.  This post is a part of Write Over…

  • Goa,  India,  Travel

    The Loja by the Water: A Genuine Goan Getaway

    Our first brush with Goan beaches was at Arambol back in 2012, which was a typical Goa holiday of beaches, beer, and buzzing party atmosphere. This year we returned to the sunshine state in search of a different experience – a quieter one – which we found at the beautiful Loja by the Water. What the Loja felt like The Loja is an intimate cabin just right for a couple or a single traveler. Slanting red tiled roof, a wall painting on one corner, and cool red-peroxide floor as you step in – I loved the earthy feel. The cabin is divided into a living area and a kitchenette with a dining…

  • Coffee Connections

    Sitting in Cafes and Starbucks- Part 2

    Kafa had a king called Matto, with three wives and three houses. As a present to the king, the wife of the gepetato taught one of them to prepare coffee fruits. The Manjo had their own king. He heard about the coffee and wanted to taste it. Manjo had ninety-nine wives and ninety-nine houses, and he told Matto, “I will give you forty wives and forty houses for your one wife that makes you coffee.” Matto refused. But Manjo was desperate to taste the coffee. He hired some people to kill the king and kidnap the wife that knew how to make coffee. An excerpt from the Chapter – Origins,…

  • India,  Karnataka,  Travel,  Urban Sketching

    Urban Sketching: Siddhaih Road, Bangalore

    The Urban Sketchers Bengaluru meet in the first week of August was all about automobile repair shops. We met across  Urvashi Theater. A relic from the single screen theater era, this theater was famous for its great sound system. K. C. Nanjunde Gowda, a film producer and prominent businessman of Karnataka, constructed it during the 1970s. Before multiplexes became popular, this was a hep place where college students would hang-out. We walked along the Siddhaih Road and found a nook where we could gather and sketch. The turnout was very good with some newcomers and a guest from Portugal. We also had a few goats who ambled around quite comfortable being sketched! I…

  • India,  Orissa,  Travel

    Celebrating Indian Handloom Day

    The Amlan Store, of Orissa Cooperative Tasar and Silk Federation Ltd (SERIFED), has beautiful murals showcasing Orissa handloom. I have inherited my love of handlooms from an aunt, whom I have seen wearing absolutely gorgeous handloom sarees. Every trip home includes a shopping trip with my aunt and uncle to get something handloom. The best pampering! Nowadays, where ever I travel, I try to pick up something handloom as a souvenir. I feel so privileged to live in a country with an endless variety of handlooms. It’s the best cloth to wear. Draped as a saree, designed into a crisp skirt, a striking kurta or a shawl – it is…

  • India,  Karnataka,  South India,  Travel,  Travelogue & Art Journal

    Benne Dosa at Gururaj Canteen, the Oldest Dosa Canteen In Davengere

    On our way to Sirsi, on a hot summer afternoon in May, we stopped at Davengere, to sample the Benne Dosas which have made this tiny city so very famous on the Karnataka map. And of course, we wanted to have it at the most authentic place possible. After some scouting around in the busy city street, typical of small towns like this, with fruit vendors, flower sellers, goli soda carts, and small eateries, we gathered that the place to be at is GURURAJ CANTEEN. We walked around, avoided the larger shops with bigger boards until we found out this hole in the wall shop. It was in a small…

  • India,  Karnataka,  Photo Essay,  South India,  Travel,  Travelogue & Art Journal

    The Last Stalk Standing at Cubbon Park

    The Withering Bamboo Grove Be Like the Bamboo The Higher You Grow The Deeper You Bow – Chinese Proverb Bangalore’s sprawling Cubbon Park was teeming with people as usual. Quintessential young couples lost in their world. Fitness enthusiasts sprinting while chatting breathlessly. Nature enthusiasts Instagramming away.  Photographers doing portfolio shoots of one too many expecting moms (a new trend). I spotted one lady lying down on her back, toys placed all around and on her, an assistant blew soap bubbles while the photographer tried various angles, while the husband and the mother in law displayed a sea of emotions. A furlong ahead a family played throw ball. A group of theatre actors…

  • Delhi,  North India,  Travel,  Travelogue & Art Journal

    Waiting at Bikaner House, Delhi

    While reading up on this building, which has had a storied past, I was happy to find out that the recent restoration taken up by the Rajasthan government. Much of the damage caused by the neglect and abuse it suffered due to the bus boarding activity has been addressed. The house has been restored to the glory it enjoyed as the residence of the maharajah of Bikaner. Now, a hep cultural center, its Facebook page boasts of the high-society events.

  • North India,  Rajasthan,  Travel,  Travelogue & Art Journal

    Salam Singh Ki Haveli – A House of Luxury and Decadance

    Once upon a time in Jaisalmer, the walls of Salam Singh's Haveli trembled with occurrences of cruelty. Women feared event its shadow, and the curse it could bring upon them. A few miles away in the Thar Desert, Kuldhara village has similar stories of a curse, and remains an abandoned place. Legend says that it remains deserted to this day because of the misdeeds of diwan Salam Singh.