Driving in the hills is as much about skills as it is being courteous and considerate
The pickup truck swung at a squirming angle, automotive viscera vulnerable in a groaning metallic…
Jadan would have passed by like any other town in rustic Rajasthan during midday – an ochreous vastness permeating in all directions, including upwards, which turns out to be buildings…
For a full ignoble minute I remember thinking Conan – Barbarian and Destroyer – was right. These halitosis hurricanes ought to be thwacked.
'Camel milk' sends shivers down some spines
I lay…
Dear dad, mom
At Madame Tussauds
I am hoping by now one of my – four – sisters would have told you about my blog Wanderink.com. Mom, a blog is essentially a…
Doda in these parts is not just for the anchorite or the ailing, it’s for everybody. It is a permanent fixture in riyan or ceremonies like weddings or housewarming and…
'Whoa' goes the babul
Angrezi babuls scramble from both sides eager for a prickly embrace, turns around with a ‘whoa’ just as you pass. We sped along a spit of a…
Self decapitation by a Kakatiya warrior
Decapitated, defiled or deified, the human body has always enjoyed centre stage in Indian art. Whether the unabashed exploration of the sexual we see in…
Katrina's Slice
Around this time two years ago Katrina Kaif sat languid, sated, gazing out of her boudoir, a reveur, across the floodplains of Betwa. Following her gaze through the viridian…
We looked for it here...
The alaap strained through the tightening dusk before it was devoured by the traffic cacophony on Achleshwar Road. Kaalu gave me a triumphant ‘Didn’t-I-tell-you-it-was-here’ look. In…