Burma: Monks And Monkey Minds

  Burma or Myanmar? A country that is democratic or authoritarian? Modern or traditional? Yangon or Rangoon? The contradictions of Burma are apparent from the time you land in Yangon’s international airport. It is winter and the city is wrapped in a slightly colder haze. The roads are wide swept and clean and the visions

Two Drunk Chinese and an Orange

  Many years ago, now more than a decade, I spent a few months in the most obscure town you can imagine in China. Shuyang. Deep in Jiangsu Province in the northern part of China, it was my first stay abroad. Shuyang was a nondescript town. A village really. It was drab, colorless, and would

Bangalore’s Hidden Gems: Harohalli’s Proud Past

I stay in one of Bangalore’s more recently developed ‘IT hubs.’ The area there is chaotic. The air an unfiltered hell of poison. The people speak to me in Hindi more often than not. Traffic is not the word you can use to describe a 1,000 vehicles trying to squeeze past each other in a

Divine Food and Cows By The Beach

Today is the last day in Goa. I have watched a movie or two. Harold and Maude, a cult classic, and a Hayao Miyazaki movie called Howl’s Moving Castle that gave me a headache or two. True to nature, it’s hot again today. Not a cloud on the horizon. All that blue in the sky

Sun, Chapora, and Rain

I think the title of this blog post just about sums up the day. The mornings in Goa here have been always sunny. No trace of clouds. But slowly or in an instant, depending on the mood, the tide turns, and the clouds gather. In an instant, you can go = from scorching sun to

Goa In The Monsoon

The sun is playing a game here. Kissing the clouds. Pushing them away. Rain here. And then rain no more. Vagator doesn’t have much in the way of ‘seeing.’ It’s just an ordinary beach, if you really want to describe the serenity of the ocean in such manner. But there is a ruggedness to the

Reflections from Vagator

I think there is something to settings that makes you write. It’s not enough to write, you should go where the muse calls you. Maybe VS Naipaul would not have been able to compile his award-winning novels if he was told to sit in the middle of MG Road or Sarjapur Road, right near the

Journeys and More: Vagator Calling

I hadn’t posted to this blog in a while. A combination of ennui, chaos, and a sense of wordlessness had gripped me. As always, when I feel that I have reached the end of my tether, there is just one God I turn to – the God of Travel. The long Eid weekend was a

No Words

I have no words to share Just some colors Flowers Petals Weeds On a Sunday of No Words   Go on. Spread the love!