January 30, 2013
Arriving in Calcutta

Arriving in Calcutta

August 22, 2012
India to build world’s tallest statue

India to build world’s tallest statue

August 15, 2012
Happy Independence Day India!

Happy Independence Day India!

July 31, 2012
Half of India was without electricity today:

India’s energy crisis spread over half the country Tuesday when both its eastern and northern electricity grids collapsed, leaving 600 million people without power in one of the world’s biggest-ever blackouts.

Half of India was without electricity today:

India’s energy crisis spread over half the country Tuesday when both its eastern and northern electricity grids collapsed, leaving 600 million people without power in one of the world’s biggest-ever blackouts.

July 29, 2012
"Flora: “While having tiffin on the veranda of my bungalow I spilled kedgeree on my dungarees and had to go to the gymkhana in my pyjamas looking like a coolie.”
Nirad: “I was buying chutney in the bazaar when a thug who had escaped from the chokey ran amok and killed a box-wallah for his loot, creating a hullabaloo and landing himself in the mulligatawny."

Hobson-Jobson: The words English owes to India

July 22, 2012
One of Varanasi’s distinctive doors:

“Varanasi is a city where Hindus hope to die. It is believed that a person cremated at the city’s river ghats will achieve moksha – release from the cycle of birth, death and rebirth – and the widows and Brahmins that make their way through the streets can seem spectral, like otherworldly shades, which you will pass by only once. The old city’s doors are different: solid, purposeful, unmoving, stained by the traffic of passing generations. They are landmarks in a labyrinthine world, decorated with painted fish and pictures of palms, protected by idols in a niche; they are the narrow membrane between personal and public worlds, in a country where a separation between the two can be a privilege hard-won. Chai wallahs and garland sellers conduct business in the recesses beside a door, and itinerant workers and vagrants, forced to sleep outside, still choose to lie down close to these markers of indoor space.”

One of Varanasi’s distinctive doors:

“Varanasi is a city where Hindus hope to die. It is believed that a person cremated at the city’s river ghats will achieve moksha – release from the cycle of birth, death and rebirth – and the widows and Brahmins that make their way through the streets can seem spectral, like otherworldly shades, which you will pass by only once. The old city’s doors are different: solid, purposeful, unmoving, stained by the traffic of passing generations. They are landmarks in a labyrinthine world, decorated with painted fish and pictures of palms, protected by idols in a niche; they are the narrow membrane between personal and public worlds, in a country where a separation between the two can be a privilege hard-won. Chai wallahs and garland sellers conduct business in the recesses beside a door, and itinerant workers and vagrants, forced to sleep outside, still choose to lie down close to these markers of indoor space.”

July 20, 2012
Dusk in Varanasi, a triptych

Dusk in Varanasi, a triptych

July 19, 2012
Daylight in Varanasi, a triptych 

Daylight in Varanasi, a triptych 

July 18, 2012
The Curse of Gokarna
Part III: The Memory Vault

The idea of a conscious rock – a rock with an atma, or soul – became a way for me to think about Gokarna’s past and future. It was a kind of memory vault, which emerged every sixty years to assess a disorienting present, and a way of taking a long view of the village and, by extension, India’s progress though time. The Atmalinga was last unearthed when Dr Shastri was a boy, in the late seventies or early eighties. Isolated by its lack of infrastructure, Gokarna was parochial and poor. Sixty years before that, in the 1920s, India was a British colony, experiencing the first stirrings of an independence movement that would mark it as a place apart, a place where a great soul – a Mahatma – was a better leader than a great general. The Atmalinga was unearthed during or just after the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857, and several times while Gokarna, like most of India, was ruled by Muslim sultans and the great Mughals in Delhi. The period both enriched Indian culture and destroyed a great deal. The Atmalinga played witness to the worst of the destruction. It was dug up within a few years of 1565, when a Muslim army reduced the sophisticated capital of the Hindu Vijayanagara Empire to ruins, destroying a political entity with borders that encompassed Gokarna. And so the backwards progression went on, until history was conflated by myth. The Atmalinga was never dug up by the same people and has never emerged into a completely familiar world. Viewed like this, in a series of snapshots taken every sixty years, India looked a dynamic but unpredictable place.

Continue reading The Curse of Gokarna»

The Curse of Gokarna

Part III: The Memory Vault

The idea of a conscious rock – a rock with an atma, or soul – became a way for me to think about Gokarna’s past and future. It was a kind of memory vault, which emerged every sixty years to assess a disorienting present, and a way of taking a long view of the village and, by extension, India’s progress though time. The Atmalinga was last unearthed when Dr Shastri was a boy, in the late seventies or early eighties. Isolated by its lack of infrastructure, Gokarna was parochial and poor. Sixty years before that, in the 1920s, India was a British colony, experiencing the first stirrings of an independence movement that would mark it as a place apart, a place where a great soul – a Mahatma – was a better leader than a great general. The Atmalinga was unearthed during or just after the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857, and several times while Gokarna, like most of India, was ruled by Muslim sultans and the great Mughals in Delhi. The period both enriched Indian culture and destroyed a great deal. The Atmalinga played witness to the worst of the destruction. It was dug up within a few years of 1565, when a Muslim army reduced the sophisticated capital of the Hindu Vijayanagara Empire to ruins, destroying a political entity with borders that encompassed Gokarna. And so the backwards progression went on, until history was conflated by myth. The Atmalinga was never dug up by the same people and has never emerged into a completely familiar world. Viewed like this, in a series of snapshots taken every sixty years, India looked a dynamic but unpredictable place.

Continue reading The Curse of Gokarna»

July 18, 2012
Dawn in Varanasi, a triptych 

Dawn in Varanasi, a triptych 

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