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Journey With Girish Karnad.
Purvaranga design for Hayavadhana With Girish Karnad passing away, one more pillar of the “Kattuvevu naavu hosa naad ondanu” the builders of a new nation follows. It was the sets of Utsav at Halsnaadu, it was a week of shooting. My friends and I from the popular theatre group were taken on as fillers. I…
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A quest for Padmavati.
Purba Ray tweeted, that Padmawati was Padwaiting… But Padmawaiting is present continuous tense , we are dealing with past confused and tense. It was so confusing! Forget the second cup of coffee; even Google Mata is not able to sift the facts. My own information herding begins with an encounter with Rani Padmini once a…
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Blogabonds in Ruskin Bond’s Doon
Dr.Lokesh Ohri the anthropologist and team member of VOW2017 took us on the Ruskin Bond walk. Dr.Ohri made it so interesting and personal, with extensive knowledge and storytelling skills, what was interesting to me, was he was not performing the story he was sharing Dehradun and Ruskin Bond with us. Ruskin Bond is the icon…
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Why Kankadasa will always remain relevant.
“How can we let a lowly Kurba in/” the Brahmins of the Mutta hurled at the man, Vadiraja Teertha decided it was time to humble the arrogant Brahmins. He had immense faith in the devotion of the man, so he kept quiet. The Man stood out and sang the praise of the Lord … Lo…
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Meet The World’s First Woman Programmer
The second Tuesday of October is the day the first ever woman computer program is remembered, it the known as the Ada Lovelace Day –ALD – in honour of Augusta Ada Lovelace, the daughter of Lord Byron and his wife Annabelle. Ada was born in 1815, as her mother feared that she might inherit her…
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Discover the secret contributor to socio-economic growth
On World Post Day The Postal department — Papa would enter the compound just before lunch and tell us,”I am the postman” All of us kids playing “house game” would giggle, but the Postman, with his heavy bag was always fascinating. I am talking of days before the email posts, or the courier boy, I am talking…
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