The Moody Artist Cliche
This great myth of the tortured artist, the starving writer, the moody creator needs to be debunked once and for all.
Performance
New Spaces But The Stage is Always Home
I’m always looking for new spaces to perform in. New venues, new people, new poetry. I brought my story of Mumbai’s textile mills to Ghatkopar station.
Quoted In HT Cafe: ‘A Shot In The Dark: Why Artistes Love To Perform With The Lights Out’
HT Cafe carried a story by Sapna Mathur on darkroom performances in Mumbai. I was quoted for my spoken word poetry. They were also nice enough to include a video of my collaboration with Karthik (performed in the light, so you can see) of the same act we did during the darkroom event – Lullaby.
Performing To The Gallery: Alcohols & Men – Tuning Fork
I went to an Open Mic after nearly three weeks and I’m glad I picked that Monday to do it. It was an evening rife with unusual performances, from a poem-turned-song to a monologue to a haiku battle to a truly moving piece that made everyone’s eyes well up. I had…
A Retro Generation: Burnt Out Firecrackers & Faded Flowers
“It was rebellion. Just like every other generation.”
Building Poetry, Shaping Me: Architect @ Tuning Fork
Another Monday at the Tuning Fork and how can I possibly hate the week when it starts that way? I’ve been struggling a bit with performance poetry. I now know the difference between performed poetry and spoken word. I can’t entirely articulate it but I can see, hear and feel…
DNA Feature: From Business Consultancy To Performance Poetry, This Woman Manages It All
Anvi Mehta ran a feature on me for DNA, focusing on my work on stage as a Spoken Word artist.
Tuning Up The Poetry At Tuning Fork
So Karthik showed up at the Open Mic earlier this week. I was running late and we barely had a few minutes to catch up and sync up. There was a super ANNOYING couple at the table next to us talking LOUDLY during a performance and saying things like “He’s…
The Mother Box – Poetry & Acid
I wore a saree to a poetry event today. Unlike the last time, it was a rushed drape of an unstarched cotton. I look like an amma. But I was on my way to a new poetry event. And I thought it would be nice to do gentle romantic piece….
Faking It Because I Don’t Think I’m Making It: Two Poems
Two poems and some insights through the breathing. The poems are called ‘Patchwork Relationship’ and ‘Wrong Time’