Memory (Written by Agni Barathi – Technologist, philosopher, poet, and wanderer.) Who would remember the sighs, the groans the cries, the howls, the laughs, the smiles? Who would remember, the great grand works
पंछी बनूँ उड़ती फिरूँ मस्त गगन में आज मैं आज़ाद हूँ दुनिया की चमन में Panchhi Banu Udati Phirun Mast Gagan Men Aaj Main Aazaad Hun Duniya Ke Chaman Men English translation: As a bird, I want to fly in
‘Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.’ – Ibn Battuta Orissa is often in the news for all the wrong reasons – a cyclone, famine, political issues. Living outside Orissa for many years, I have often found
Last night’s rainfall washed all the trees and buildings in and around Cubbon Park. The heart of my city was in vivid mode. We met at the Karnataka High Court for our weekend Bangalore Urban Sketching. The two-storeyed, red building
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.