We revisited the Indian Museum on Chowringhee, an amazing shrine to Civilisation, and passed these characters on our way down Sudder Street. The Indian Museum is one of the great museums of the world. A cathedral to culture and industry. Vast rooms, one upon another, each the size of ballrooms, pillared, plastered, soaring ceilings, doors […]Read More The Indian Museum
St Thomas the Apostle, Doubting Thomas, is said to have founded the Catholic Church in Southern India in 52 AD. There he toiled and tarried, preached and propagated, performed numerous miracles Had a number of hairy escapes from badmashes intent on doing him a bit of no good And made himself useful in many ways. […]Read More The Incredulity of Thomas
I was in a tuk-tuk smoking through Madurai enroute to Madurai International Airport when we careened on two wheels around a corner and puttered past this statue. ”MGR” I said. Well, the tuk-tuk driver stopped, turned in his seat and with a huge grin and the emotion plain in his eye shook me warmly by […]Read More MGR Superstar !
We have been quiet and will be for a while longer for our hearts lie with our beloved Mother, Joyce, who, after starring in our lives and shining light and love and laughter into the dark corners of many hundreds of other people’s lives has left us at the age of 93. The good may […]Read More Joyce Haskett
We’ve been intrigued by the Meenakshi Temple at Madurai since reading an essay on it by William Dalrymple in The Age of Kali. Meenakshi is a form of the goddess Parvati. She is the wombless issue of the Pandyan King Malayadhwaja and his wife Kanchanamala – a gift from Shiva. She is born with three breasts […]Read More The Temple of the Fish-Eyed Goddess
At a time when many romantic leads in Indian movies looked like this… A young man appeared who looked like this… A doe-eyed, slim hipped, rebel with a taste for Trouble. Over many decades he became The main man, the top-of-the-pops, the Big Banana of Bollywood, he is as omnipresent as any God. You see […]Read More The Bollywood Bombshell
“…I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon the tide-flats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale green air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off…” Kristen’s take: Our friend, Bob who we […]Read More Dislocated book report: The Sound and The Fury – William Faulkner