Modak For Mogambo
Spotted on the side of a building wall. I’m guessing the dangling man offering the modak came later. Street art is an ever evolving form, after all.
Spotted on the side of a building wall. I’m guessing the dangling man offering the modak came later. Street art is an ever evolving form, after all.
Dance, dance with meSwing me out of secretsReel me into your criesSpin me over conversationsTo meet under shared laughter Dance with me.
From childhood crafts to teenage pranks and memorable moments, explore the evolving perspective on Valentine’s Day. A celebration of love in its various forms.
From my very early years, I learnt to detest the violent green hue, the snappy texture (external) and gooey feel (internal) of bhindi.
Back in February, I had the privilege of conducting a blogging workshop as part of the Kala Ghoda Art Festival 2011. Among the team, was my dear friend Moksh Juneja (also known as The Social Media Catalyst). Now Moksh is a regular teddybear, a fact known well to those close…
Heeheehee….got this picture off The Lady‘s post. It reminded me of the time my friend got married. The pre-wedding days were a time of much mirth for the cronies of the bride and groom. But of course. We were such a bunch of wits. For the wedding night, we decided…
The Ocean franchise is what I like to think of as Smooth Masculine (but still very masculine) — a format popularized by the early James Bonds. They’re stylish and suave. They actually talk, even intimidate, with words rather than their fists. In itself, this digresses from the usual toxic masculine image of…