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
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 !
In Ye olde days (the 1980s) India had fabulous graphic art everywhere. Hand painted and drawn signs, advertisements and giant movie posters abounded. They were glorious, and always just a tiny bit strange, out of proportion, really quite large stars making eyes at each other or gazing dreamily into the middle distance, looking as if […]Read More Graphic Art of India
Gentle breezes across the Lake, Bursts of colorful bougainvillea, rhododendrons, frangipanis, elusive perfumes wafting from each corner, the light twinkling on the water, the classically beautiful lakeside havelis thronging the shoreline. We are discussing life, love, literature with our new-found, eminently entertaining friends Bob and Wendy. We are covertly and nefariously drinking gin from Bill’s […]Read More Délices d’Architecture- Udaipur
In India, in between the Sun’s rays and the Moon’s beams the physical and the metaphysical tangle and blur, constantly wavering, shimmering, flickering in and out of focus. Ganesha, Rama and Sita, Krishna and his Gopis, Shiva and Kali and Hanuman walk the streets and enchantment fills the air. Even as one plants ones fleshy […]Read More Sorrow into Joy
Whilst I was down for the count Bill tuktukked out to the Red Fort. He reported a certain austere grandiosity, emanating from a deceptively simple but incredibly powerful collection of buildings that have seen the birth and death of Empires and the creation of India. Refreshed by a kip we decided to follow the rings […]Read More Red Fort, Roccoco Respite, Runaway Trains
When Brahma dropped a lotus from the sky it fell on Pushkar and created a sacred lake hemmed in by desert and mountains, a lake ringed by wonderfully scenic ghats now sadly over populated by predatory priests, persistently pugnacious and pointedly pertinaceous pundits who attempt with all their might to further confuse the already thin […]Read More Pushkar 1