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  • Walking Through An Open Plan House.

    Our friend Jairam Acharya, who is an astrologer at Parkala; (he is also the in-house astrologer for ETV and runs a shows with them.) Built a house at Percale, his nephew from Bombay had been every upset that Mamaji did have a big house, with lot of rooms but no bathrooms. Now we were a…

  • The Community Garden at Taleigao

    It is such a pleasure to sink one’s hands into the warm earth to feel at one’s finger tips the possibilities of the new seasons. Growing up in rural west coast, between fields and kitchen gardens we pottered around, it helped us connect and the single greatest lesson that we learnt was that our relationship…

  • The Real Heroes

    A lofty call, how will I teach my kids to press Ctrl+S   for nature? Well I will not, teach them. Simply because kids cannot be taught, they learn through imitation. They imbibe values that we can hand them. We are destroying forests, we are destroying wild life, we have come to a stage where we…

  • A Journey to Epiphany.

    A Journey to Epiphany.

    This trip seems to be doomed one of those things when life decides to make things uncomfortable for you. My journey from Goa to Bombay was pits, enough from to invoke the Egyptian god of creation and say,”Ptah” next day I was so exhausted that all that I did was to sleep, that in turn…

  • Corrupt Citizens

    Corrupt Citizens

    When we talk corruption, a non performing government we are talking of a corrupt population and a society that takes pride is getting away with non performance. Just last evening there was someone who had come to discuss something with MrD. on their way out, they chanced on me working on something, The younger of…

  • Welcoming Spring–Hozhi Habba

    Welcoming Spring–Hozhi Habba

    “I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.” Shivrathri is over, the mists begin to clear and the days get hotter. Some Years  it is the month of February, when everything around is dead, the trees are dark and chilled, that appearance of green shoots seems preposterous, the ground…