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My Peninsula today : 


I try not to look at the papers, the first one and half pages of the Times are Real Estate rearing skyscrapers- neighbor to ‘300 corporate offices’ & HDFC bankers swearing by Galaxy S9+, after which you finally get to the Times’ official Pg1Image result for photos of shiradi ghats

Nice weather, Bangalore 25 deg. C, cool shade, no thunder wails here- pic below is my home town (half a day’s journey from here) Mangalore Coastal ghats;

travel by rail Shiradi Ghats hosts some insane bridges. I am seriously stressed out by heights but the terrain is  beyond beautiful- old world mist and mountain before you roll into Coast. Was thinking on that and trying not to look at our Burari mass suicides, Delhi. Whyyy?

But look at this, TO KEEP KIDS IN SCHOOL TEACHER TURNS INTO DRIVER..ferrying 20 students, 4kms to school and back in his car across a forested stretch by a river, dangerous during the rains..” my hero for the day;


beats chatter of Medical/Engg college fees that dwarf real estate prices, how do they do it? There’s that/ and there’s the nice Pediatric Neurologist at our son’s regular checkup-

he would not charge us his consultation fee, never mind colleague Eye Doc shearing me up with her nice brown eyes,

“… are you qualified to teach your son?”

We’d never met before, I was groaning inside at the amount of work this was going to take. Our kid is blind, not deaf, don’t talk loudly at him… that kind of thing.

I said I’d been a teacher (didn’t tell her that meant assisting my mum through college hours, that I’d been street school play teacher- my forte : non-academic fun, staunch believer in the University of Play therapy, ‘course  I did not tell her, I’m not suicidal);

Eye Doc, (re- re – confirming our son Joh was / is technically blind, and since there isn’t adequate education for him), puts us on to a person ‘who could train Joh for a certain fee.’ I looked at her through slits in my soul and told her our son could stand not structure, hadn’t we tried Integrated Education, and near every school in the city;

my husband, a gentleman – led us out that valley of the shadow of Edu- care at its darkest;

Neuro Doc honorary Medical Superintendent, took my wildly trembling arms in his hands and whispered that he had good reports about us from Open Schooling Chief herself,

outside the Center there’s kids in wheelchair, kids with popcorn,  a mother feeding her very young child rice and pickle, they were smiling and tired; our 3 pm sun hidden by clouds, like now. Yeah its a Peninsula pickling with the times












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Wishing you the Best/ 2014


Wishing you a blessed beautiful Christmas and a peaceful fabulous New Year.

The attached Link is something  I did for a Christmas Play 2010, with Sunday Sch kids and me :  cover from The Bible Movie), followed by our daughter Vihan’s cover What child is This. What a season its been and is ; we wish to personally thank you for being here. May you be blessed…



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Too many good things confuse me

Gul Mohar

My neighbourhood GulMohar (Flame of the forest) just this one tree broke into bloom )

Early morning walks are somethings I must never stop,

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PiCourtesy RayCatcher

especially in May when the flowers are out and wearing Rain, like hi-fashion ear drops. People look great, smiling. I talk to strangers, they talk back. What’s this ? It is beautiful, a Peace returning. Storms wear pretty coats, gray silver lining and gentle breathing songs. Koyal. Milkmen on cycles, newspaper boys fabulous eyes fringed with lash.

I must always go on these walks. I forgave Ms Lily K for the yelling I got flunking a Maths test and how I wept all over my blue pinafore that noon after school, pigtail come loose with shock and horror….

I finally forgave her ; she looked great with the morning  light now bright in her little curls. Weird that we remember her curls now, so many dawns down the calendar since that day.

Walks should not be too long. I might bring down all my defenses, all barbed wire and put up friendly posts everywhere… uh. Just a lil walk ‘ll do. Too much heaven complicates this earthling…


Water is still cool

full bath is out of question

just dipping my feet.


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Finding my keys

Ukrainian Musical Instrument

Ukrainian Musical Instrument (Photo credit: Canadian Pacific)








Taya plays too many musical instruments for one human, that young, but when you get close and read between the lines you see he has been to at least 7 countries and met so many people. Which really does not explain all his musical instruments, still, it explains a few things :


the way Taya listens. With curiosity and humility, I have not seen that before.


With tolerance and anticipation.


With appetite for more, as if you had something to offer he needed. We talked about flowers and illusions, cats, dogs, voting, national highways and tourist destinations. He loves Tibet, forests and the Maldive islands where he wrote his new batch of songs, he says.


“Creation is a great big musical instrument, like an organ : we need to find its keys…”




Did he just make that up…










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India : Coffee,Usha Kishore,Vedas,and my suburban-sitar

FOCUS – Poetising IndianHeritage

Poetising Indian Heritage, my contribution,thank you so much Usha Kishore, guest Editor, Muse India, E-Journal, celebrating in this issue,Indian life, from Myths and Heritage, to coffee,temples, music, dance … For more read :

Extract :

Rayla Noel

Silences: Rayla Noel

Silences (from Naked Prayers)

Because more often than not,
I begin not to speak, and start to feel
the pulse of an earth dying to be heard,
the voice of my homes
homes i forgot i had
brothers and sisters i left, in my pursuit of
‘ peace’..
forgive me…my silence
teach me how to speak

Sitar Player

My father and I sat in the winter sun
yesterday; his eyes warm with Life
and I wondered that he could be like that
after so much illness, but Joy is a terrific

and I know Peace is a Sword, piercing thru’
striking Chords we chide, hide within our hushed
celebrations of Life.. Do you hear it seep-warm
stirring waiting – ah Joy is a terrific contagion
rearing Fires ‘ ...where the Head is held high and the mind

* where the mind is without fear … Rabindranath Tagore..


Focus – Poetising Indian Heritage
Usha KishorePoetry
Ambereen Visharam
Ami Kaye
Arundhati Subramanian
Ashoka Sen
Bashabi Fraser
Brian D’Arcy
Debjani Chatterjee
Karthika Naïr
Kavita Jindal
Mani Rao
Rayla Noel
Richa Joshi Pandey
Rizio Yohannan Raj
Shanta Acharya
Soumyen Maitra
Sudeep Sen
Tabish Khair
Usha Kishore
Vivekanand Jha
Winston Plowes Translations
Debjani Chatterjee: Of Sanjay Bhattacharya (Bengali)
Priya Sarukkai-Chabria: Of Aandaal (Tamil)
Shankar Rajaraman and Venetia Kotamraju: Of Gangadevi (Sanskrit)
Santhosh Alex: Of Rishabha Deo Sharma and Badrinarayan (Hindi)
Santosh Alex: Of Savithri Rajeevan & Abhirami (Malayalam)
Sarita Varma: Of Manuj Brahmapaad (Malayalam)
Usha Kishore: Of Kalidasa (Sanskrit)Essays
Kameshwari Ayyagari: ‘Sarojini Naidu – Poetising Indian Heritage’
Priya Sarukkai Chabria: ‘My Many Ramayanas’
Sutapa Chaudhuri: ‘Radha Poems of Sarojini Naidu’

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Street Jazz


Red toe nailed feet and jeans, in my streets,

pretty-eye-faced they burn these walks,

we are such a Wood of Bolly-Sweets,

ooooh-ayyyyy ! *


Indian song never got me this close,

to peace and war, pieces of a Republic-

I adore.

The dance troupe last night, flashed curve and spin, items-

not meant for sin;  dear hearts- brave and true, know this-

you and I, citizens of acres of feet,

red with rhythms of a feast –

birthed thru’ flood and gore,

songs of what we are,

when there is thrum and,

nothing left to sit, no more,except strut the brazen stare of Peace,

Love, and bare Hope, hai- la. Oye- oh, haaaaa!

This Republic I adore….

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Performance by Odissi dance troupe Rudrakshya ...

Performance by Odissi dance troupe Rudrakshya (with live musical accompaniment) at Interlake High School, Bellevue, Washington; performance in the Ragamala series (Greater Seattle). Information about the individual performers can be found on the Ragamala site. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



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