Historywali

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Sometimes Screenwriter. Full-Time Director: #LostRecipes #ChakhLeIndia #IndiaOnAPlate etc. Museum Rat. Wannabe Writer writing on food/history. Always #OnTheRoad
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This is the time of the year I begin to get very jealous of everyone living in Banaras / Lucknow / Dilli for this reason! Call this what you may - Mallaiyo, Makkhan Malai, Nimish, or Daulat Ki Chaat, it’s just the best thing in the whole wide world yes it is don’t @ me. 😻

Geli Journal 12

Surface pattern made with impressions of marigold flowers and leaves and toilet paper.

#Marigold #Printmaking #print #journal #Geli #Print #natureart #MastoArt #inktober #pixelfed #Surface #Design #Pattern

What did one impoverished historian tell another? “The only thing we learn from history is that we don’t earn from history.”
Would it be wrong for me to put up here that I’m doing this thing on Birdsite this Wednesday at 3pm? 😬

Collected over the year, pencil sketches from a Ghat-side artist in Banaras, Hanuman from Hampi, two mixed media works from Ladakh & a print from Kolkata + masks from everywhere + Lanka (not in pic).

Quick Tip: Always plan a wall layout by arranging stuff on the floor to see what works!

My review of Avik Chanda's new book on the tragic Mughal prince Dara Shukoh--a beautifully written biography which, however, succumbs to romanticising Dara at the cost of fully understanding his historical reality.
https://www.thehindu.com/books/books-reviews/dara-shukoh-the-man-who-would-be-king-review-a-man-of-the-world/article29974095.ece/
‘Dara Shukoh – The Man Who Would Be King’ review: A man of the world

In a lovingly developed biography, the historical figure Dara Shukoh, who lost the war of succession to Aurangzeb, makes appearances, but the mythical persona dominates

Hey, Bombay.

#HappyToBeHome

Happy to be home.

I don’t miss Bombay but heck I do miss it. :) And like all good relationships, this sexy mama still gets me all giddy & butterfly-bellied when I swoop down into her vastness, glittering ocean and a cluster of dreams crammed together.
Uff.

Everywhere else, homes are too large, too far away for me to have this window into others’ lives without having to engage with them.

There, my one-sided relationship is with plants, birds, the sun’s shadow on the mountains, moon, stars.

That’s routine.

In Bombay, it’s the people who become my sun, moon, and stars.
I feed off them.
They are the stories I read.

Coming home to Bombay anchors me, centres me. I live in Dehradoon, in Kalap, Bhopal is home as well, very often I live out of a suitcase for weeks on end.

But Bombay is my zero mile. <3

The sounds are familiar. They let me plug-in to a stable routine that is entirely missing in my own wanderer life. Puja bells in the morning from 304. The 8 o’clock cooker ki seeti from 503. Knowing what’s coming.

Bombay envelopes you in its embrace in ways you don’t even know.