• Purdy at thirty!

    What wonder it is

    In the world we live

    So much of bliss

    Much more to give

    Songs and sonnets

    And a lovely bonnet

    The beauty there is

    With joy abliss

    In the last of twenties

    We bury our effendies

    Our beliefs are clear

    As we begin to endear

    Charm and endure

    With kind allure

    For while we sieve

    memories that steer

    There’s nothing to fear

    No matter the jeer

    Wisdom with age

    Comes with grace

    Celebrating the moment

    Is quite the slogan

    For the lures of gratitude

    Must be the attitude 

    As there are miles to go

    And clockwork to store

    The grass to mow

    And things to ignore

    Blessed are the rings

    With a thickened skin

    For they are the kings

    With tonic and Jiin’s

    And blessed are those

    The hearts of whose fill

    With family that never ends

    And happy and jolly friends

    Finding ones rhythm

    In all the adventurism

    Skipping stones and rocks 

    Joyful as a chatterbox

    Chirping light-hearted 

    Laughing up a riot

    The calling is up clear 

    It is to bounce and tigger

    To stir up a storm

    Or the world to roam

    Build a monument

    Or thrive on movement 

    Prancing along for 

    Wide and long

    Being very sure

    Prim and proper

    Knowing fully well

    That no matter the bell

    Humour is the armour

    We hold in the larder

    The smiles that come

    With battles that are won

    The lightness of being

    Comes from believing

    In giving and receiving

    And most of all forgiving

    The slights and mights

    Drawn in many a lights

    For the goodness of man

    That many a poet sang

    Ties up the ends

    To every ear that lends

    And calls for one

    To let the tears run

    Of happiness and the sun

    That many a times gun

    All the doubts and affronts

    They take their final bows

    Understanding that love

    And worshipping the cow

    Is all we May need

    To be utterly freed

    Knowing and caring

    And all the more mirthy

    Purdy though nerdy

    Wordy and earthy

    At the turn of thirty!

  • The Rashtrapathi’s House

    A visit to the Rashtrapathi Bhavan is not for the faint-hearted. First of all claiming a pass online is a daunting task in itself, the president of India website makes it a tad easy, but the number of questions they ask and the slots that show up make a visit to Vaisho Devi seem much less complicated! No phone, no computers, no beedis, no flowers, no selfie sticks (yes, thats appropriate), no chocolate (no really!), and with a long list of nos we are welcomed into what would be the largest, grandest, most gorgeous residence in India that is laced with history. Taking all the warnings seriously, the Husband and I left all our belongings, gifts and flowers (we wanted to bring for the President) and turned up at the Rajpath empty handed on a beautiful February morning. February is the second best month for visiting Delhi, October being the first, when the city lights up and bursts into a wondrous delight during Diwali! As we hiked up the Raisina Hill we could feel dozens of eyes watching our every move. May not apply to the rest of India, but the Raisina hill is really on guard!

    Studying the making of the Hill, the North and South Blocks by Herbert Baker, the Rashtrapathi Bhavan, its Mughal Gardens and the precincts of Lutyens Delhi by Lutyens himself, in my 5 years of architecture school I began reciting all the facts I could muster to the husband (who kept a firm eye on the guards, saftety first!). If not for the intimidating nature of the armed personnel, the scale, proportion and light of the North and South Blocks, standing tall and strong is largely fanciful with all its glory in sandstone. The material, a favorite of the Mughals and largely available across North India is used very well all across the extents of Lutyens Delhi. It is combined with frail wrought-iron and manicured greenery. The Rashtrapathi Bhavan, originally designed as the Viceroy’s house by Architect Sir Edwin Lutyens is home to the President of India and his staff. It hosts various state dignitaries (of comparatively poorer nations, I am told, the richer nations make their own accommodations!) and boasts of the extremely well-curated, the Mughal Gardens.

    Built in the Delhi Order, the architectural style is a mix of the classical order with elements from the architecture witnessed in the Indian sub-continent. The design envisaged in 1912, displays capitals with a band of vertical ridges, and has uniquely to its own, bells hanging at each corner replacing the original Greek or Roman volutes. The bells were in stone so they could never sound the fall of the British Empire! Lutyens Delhi and the Rashtrapathi Bhavan are definitely the architect’s masterpieces for the largely residential, villa-building architect from England. He worked on this project for 20 years. His only other claim to fame is his relation with the Viceroy. Lutyens father-in-law was Viceroy Lytton! However one drive around the central part of Delhi with its unique hexagonal road layout seals any strand of doubt. It is beautiful and very well-done. At the President’s house though Lutyens employs a grand sense of scale at every level. Thoughtfully laying out several entries into the building, wooden pavers for the arrival of horse-carriageways, allowing for guests to alight amidst the arrival courts, wooden pavers to muffle the sound of moving vehicles, the building is intelligent in not just scale and proportion, but also in it’s material application and thorough details.

    What the building lacks in finery and riches of the traditional sense, it makes up in its structure and proportion. After walking through the Durbar Hall, whose flooring line divides Delhi into North and South, where official ceremonies are held, the Grand Ball room with its fine carpet and heavily worked on ceiling, the 1000 headed Buddha, all mostly gifts, the residence is also adorned by archaeological relics unearthed in the  country, one is guided out into an internal court of beautiful stairways where the a marble bust of the architect is placed. Architect of the building, Sir Edwin Lutyens it says. What pride for an architect to not just design a marvelous structure, be not just acknowledged or awarded for it, but have a figurine that claims the intellectual rights! Inspired by that rare display of adjudication, I felt thrilled, honored and privileged to be an architect, who could contribute in building literally, the world!

    Architecture that inspires is the best architecture of them all, just like art. Wanting to build beautiful buildings, Lutyens spread the love for beauty, that is indeed a joy forever through his winning work.

    Here’s an anecdote featuring the man himself:

    When Lutyens left Rashtrapati Bhavan for the last time, he wiped the stone with his handkerchief and kissed it. He said leaving the house felt like giving away his daughter in marriage.

  • As I am drowned in CAD on this World Poetry day, here’s my favorite poem for your reading. It is by T.S Eliot and I recommend reading it aloud!

    Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—
    For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
    He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
    For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!

    Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
    He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
    His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
    And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
    You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
    But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!

    Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
    You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
    His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
    His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
    He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
    And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.

    Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
    For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
    You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
    But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!

    He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
    And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s
    And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
    Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
    Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair
    Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!

    And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty’s gone astray,
    Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
    There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—
    But it’s useless to investigate—Macavity’s not there!
    And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
    It must have been Macavity!’—but he’s a mile away.
    You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumb;
    Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

    Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
    There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
    He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
    At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE !
    And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
    (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
    Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
    Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

  • After one school-trip, 5 years of living, and numerous other visits back and forth to India’s capital city I was finally doused by some salubrious dose of the city’s most famous phenomenon – the Delhi Belly! What two-hundred delicacies served up in a fabulous punjabi delhi wedding, aloo-chaat from Connaught place, double-chocolate decadence from Big Chill, palak-chaat from Greater Kailash’s quaint markets, home-cooked kulchas and chole couldn’t do, the more recently added to Delhi’s menu, the Tandoori Momos did and how! For all those Delhi-lovers and visitors to the capital city, it’s something to experience at least once in a lifetime, and provided you live through it, once is more than enough!

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    A haven for food the city never disappoints on the varied offerings it has for the average foodie. Not really blessed with a sweet tooth, I even prefer my chocolate super dark, the Uganda mix kind. So undoubtedly my favorite memory of food is and will always be the Double Chocolate Decadence from Big Chill in Khan Market, specifically. Its an ode to life! The other favorite food memory coming up rather close is Dilli’s famous Aloo Chaat. What awesomeness, and what a delight. Though it may take the intestines a while more before they can make peace, and the belly a little more cajoling to get over the atrocities, the lungs a bit more wooing with Bengaluru’s cleaner air, Delhi’s food memories are remarkable and exciting all the same. Phew!

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    Its not just the end of another year, for me its the coming to close of three decades of living on this fragile, ever-changing, dynamo of a planet! The big 30 as they say, when you finally run out of excuses and have to well, grow up! With a good quarter left before the turn of events. I find this a rather good time to lament and wrap up the lists of the decade. The shoulds, the coulds and the woulds as I would call them! Here are my learning’s from my humble existence on the planet, after all we are nothing but space dust! =)

    The Shoulds

    1. Laugh. No not just smile, but at the cost of appearing like a lunatic, laugh.
    2. Be carefree. We aren’t matter, we’re energy, a bunch of waves.
    3. Sing. Even if you flatter yourself croaking like a frog.
    4. Dance. Yes in the living room, in the bathroom(if you slip, fall, get-up, repeat), on the dance floor, in Zumba class.
    5. Move. 10000 steps a day I am told, the more the merrier.
    6. Let go. Of clutter, of memories, of obsessing over the future.
    7. Draw. However much, whatever it is, line drawings, pencil sketches, ink or watercolor.
    8. Pump the adrenaline. Take that risk, jump off a building, a plane.
    9. Work. Do your part in contributing to the world through food, clothes or shelter.
    10. Have a goal. Steer the mast of your boat, catch the wind in your hair and sails.

    The Coulds

    1. Eat cake for breakfast. Provided you ran 10 km before that and ate salad for dinner.
    2. Travel the world. Provided you finished the US first and plan the rest of the world later.
    3. Read a book a week. It could be a booklet too, just teleport into another world.
    4. Engage a partner-in-crime. You could not climb the Mount Everest alone. Period.
    5. Dress to impress. It could get you in the papers or simply noticed for what you said.
    6. Practice coloring. Becoming smarter could be a worthy life-skill.
    7. Follow your dreams. It could get you killed but heck you’d die anyway.
    8. Forgive. Yourself. It could lighten your load.
    9. Don’t get mad. You could get even though.
    10. Write your horoscopes. It could get you to finally believe in miracles.

    The Woulds

    1. Where there is a will, there is a way. Where there is a would, there is a would-be.
    2. Every action has an unequal and disproportionate reaction. All the coulds are followed by the woulds.
    3. In the house-court. All that you said would be used against you at the most inconvenient time.
    4. Fire, like gossip, spreads. By lighting yourself up you would be lighting up the world.
    5. Its all personal. Everything. There is no would be.
    6. Hear the tone. Would you please do would mean just do.
    7. Know when to shut up. You would save yourself a great deal of heartbreak.
    8. Live for once. And then once would be more than enough.
    9. Be a rockstar. You would be living your dream.
    10. Be a sportstar. Then you would be living the planetary predictions.

    Most importantly, ah be fun and funny, delirious and high on life. Here’s a toast to the living. Merry everything and Happy always, like they say! Happy 2017 peeps.

    On a serious note. Here’s wisdom from Tolkien. Who’s books are on the reading list in the upcoming year. LOTR!

    All that is gold does not glitter,

    Not all those who wander are lost;

    The old that is strong does not wither,

    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

    A light from the shadows shall spring;

    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

    The crownless again shall be king!

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    With charming walls telling even more endearing stories the near-perfect illustrations of the Smoke House Deli food chain, with all its i’s dotted and t’s crossed does more than dish out glorious food. The place is enlivening, amusing and entertaining all at once. All walls with hand-drawn illustrations, each distinct and each beautiful in pen and ink remind one of the preppy childhood days of endless wonder. Tweaked to fit the local bill, the cozy restaurants in Bangalore, Delhi or Mumbai, offer delightful backdrops for easy conversations, happy tummies and satiated minds. First in Delhi, then in Mumbai and now in Bangalore I was enthralled by the finesse in design and the blissful vibes the Deli offers all at once. Its one of those well-made happy places, and food may well have a greater contribution to the atmosphere than we could imagine. In Delhi the Crepe was lovely, in Mumbai the risotto was winning while in Bangalore the Gnocchi was enchanting. Good design inspires, and in beautiful spaces there is joy forever. With a pleasing design the place is intelligence personified. The designers at BUSRIDE (whose principal designer doubles as the head peon) first ideated the décor concept while the Turmeric Design Studio has just done the Haus Khas deli in Delhi. A must-have experience for them design junkies!

    p.s The flourless chocolate cake may well be to die for.

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    When Kipling crafted the affable character of Mowgli, he modeled the locale of the Jungle Book on the pretty Kanha National park in the heart of India. The state of Madhya Pradesh is home to the Kanha National Park or the Kanha Tiger Reserve that is roughly over 520 sq kilometers in core zone area with an additional 1000 sq km as buffer zone to the core area. The reserve is home to roughly 110 tigers and besides offers a gorgeous setting for other lesser pursued flora and fauna. The reserve is mostly made of salwood trees growing long and lean with broad leaves, my favorite Labernum, the vine(y) Banyans, from which Mowgli swings and other local specie. The beautiful forest that once inspired Rudyard Kipling to concoct the Jungle Book is still as glorious as ever, well maintained by the Park officials over time. Apart from the man-cub Mowgli, the Jungle Book introduces us to varied other characters with their own eccentricities and idiosyncrasies, each as different as can be from the other. Together they form a microcosm of the world as it is and highlights a plot where like in every story the good wins over the evil. On a mission to relive the childhood Jungle Book days, ones where we religiously tuned into the government run Doordarshan channel and watched Mowgli, Bagheera, Akira, Ka and the unforgettable Balu fight the evil Sher Khan. The only difference being, we literally pursued, hoping to get a glimpse of a Sher Khan or the Indian national animal the Tiger!

    Venturing into the forest in the early morning hours with a group of wildlife enthusiasts means that we were kept abreast wholly about the inner workings of the forest. From firelines to the names of trees and birds sighted the government induced guide and our fellow naturalists brought to the front wonderful nature knowledge to our notice. The Park is divided into zones accessible from different gates. The Kanha Gate is the most popular while the Mukki Gate is the least. But once in the park there is no knowing of which route the Tiger decides to grace. No more tracked down by Mahouts, the sighting of Tigers has gotten unpredictable at it’s best. Besides tigers are rather solitary creatures and like cats, they simply cannot be coaxed into doing something they would rather not. That said, after almost two hours of our scheduled 5 hour safari time we were elated to spot a lessor known tiger, approximated by it’s build to be roughly 5 years old. And unlike Sher khan this creature with a shiny coat looked as magnificent as ever. Quite a bit of the show-off the tiger sat amidst the jeep tracks checking us out, just as we clicked away incessantly. As I marveled at the orange and brown stripes, unique to each tiger, the guide watched carefully, instructing less movement and low decibel volume continuously, lest we be attacked. But looking into the vastly contended eyes of Mr T, I was pretty sure he had his fill for the week!

    Excited and pleased to have survived the safari and spotting a tiger, we set out again to appreciate the salwoods, the very many birds and other fauna, mainly the Barasingha deer that is only found in Kanha. With thriving deer population, the tigers at Kanha do have plenty to eat apart from the gorgeous surroundings they enjoy. Switching off the mobile phones in mandatory in Kanha as the radiation caused the death of many a bird-specie. The feathery creatures are supposedly not immune to the radiation and I sure wish we fare better off! Sleeping owls, foxes, kingfishers, tailor birds, mynas, and a whole lot of other ornithographer delights later one drives out of Kanha very refreshed and delighted. When the great architect Frank Llyod Wright said, “I do believe in God, I only call it nature”, he did know a thing or two about God. Kanha hosts a great many number of resorts and lodges, staying in a tent, wearing the safari hat with binoculars in tow, ala Shikari Shambu may be a great idea!

    p.s as a lover of fiction, visiting places that inspire timeless classics is a wonder in itself, sometimes the imagination wins but mostly the reality is truly inspiring. (ala Bath for Pride and Prejudice, Atlanta for Gone with the Wind, Baker Street for Sherlock Holmes!)

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    We shape our buildings which thereafter shape us, said Churchill. Its a statement that’s truer than ever. The architecture of the Rishi Valley school just does that. Built amidst picturesque hills near Madenapalli in Chittoor district of Andhra Pradesh, the school housing 360 students and a third of support staff sparsely populates its 300 acres land size nurturing and shaping nature-loving individuals since its inception in 1928. Deeply ingrained with the philosophy of J. Krishnamurthy the teachers leave no stone unturned in providing world-class education to the students.

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    In their tryst to promote the influence of natural surrounds, the urban world is kept away. Internet connections, digital cameras are limited while the education promotes syncing with the solar system instead. Ashtachal or the evening quiet reflective time from 6.15 to 6.35, around sunset, dressing in Indian clothes, focusing on creative pursuits rather than competitive sport, smaller classes and living in close proximity to nature are hugely propagated. The campus in exposed brick and quaint spaces is probably the most beautiful part of the school that is largely comprised of trees. The disconnect from the world on a daily basis probably instills a spiritual prowess that prevents one from carrying the world on their shoulders! Living in such close proximity to nature does also bring about a sense of calm. The most beautiful thing about the Rishi Valley School, maybe even surpassing the philosophy of it’s founder J. Krishnamurthi, is the deep-rooted connection it provides to the nature.

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    A lesson or two that every school must take including the proximity to nature is the class on gratitude. As a lesson for life, Gratitude must be the attitude, for if the only prayer you ever said was, “Thank You”, its more than enough am told. Easy smiles and breezy vibes engulf the students of the Rishi Valley school who quite as easily settle into quick contentment. While the lack of ambition and a lack of competitive spirit may be unsettling for one from a convent school, or rather from the mainstream world, it does embody the words of the Gita, that instructs to carry on without having an end in mind, to live for the moment in quiet contentment. As Chesterton declared, “One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak!” The location of the Rishi Valley school, figuratively and metaphorically embarks on getting their protege to see great things in life. When questioned on how debilitating such a disconnect from the urban world could be in terms of success, the reflective Director of the school smilingly observes the relative and elusive perception of success.

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    However unconvinced by his reply, I could not agree more on the joy brought by natural surrounds. Not only bringing joy to the weary, it makes one smarter, stronger and more spiritual. Starting with the education system, the green layer is a precept in all our living spaces that is indispensable. Its a note in point where the alternate needs to be made mainstream.

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    And to further elucidate my case in point, here is a lil more reading on the subject..https://michaelhyatt.com/nature-going-outdoors.html

  • Sketching the National Gallery of modern art on the World Architecture Day!

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    As we ponder on how build a better world the first question we need to consider is whether we need to build at all! Green over matter!

  • The Arthur Ashe stadium is home to the biggest tennis tournament held every year in the United States. The US Open Final is a sight to witness, one with a full-flag salute, fighter-jet salute, a goose-bump inducing musical number, the joy of a full stadium, quirky fun people, classy tennis dressing, cheers and grunts and finally players putting up the best show in the game. The stadium for one is beautifully crafted holding a capacity of over 23,000 people. On a hot muggy day, a lot of us gathered to watch Angelique Kerber play Karolina Pliskova in a nail-biting neck to neck game spanning over a grueling 2 hours. As the ball-pickers run to the players with towels after every rally we could have done with a few towels ourselves!! The stadium supremely well-designed allows for perfect viewing from every angle. And watching a game in the stadium has a charm like no other. It does help when the players themselves are spectacular too!

    In Flushing Meadows, the stadium is in close proximity with the Mets stadium in New York State and it could spell chaos when base-ball and tennis games are held simultaneously. Crowd-control may then well be the most important aspect. But during this year’s US Open, the tough weather was probably the only thing to worry about. The mechanically controlled roof could be opened up or closed to suit the weather conditions, but welcoming the last of the summer days, the players and the audience basked as well as baked in the sunshine. Finals are treated with great respect at the US Open, after all, all the players who have reached the final have won more or less 90% of the games and in that themselves deserve an ovation. The men’s doubles, highly one-sided were taken away by Murray and Soares early on in the day and the stage was set for the women’s singles later in the afternoon. A tidy food court and lots of day cafes keep the spectators fueled for the rest of the day. As Kerber and Pliskova battled leading every point to a deuce and then advantage, Kerber especially prancing around the court taking shots jumping at times or squatting other times, we spectators witnessed new faces in tennis making their mark that very day.

    Always a classy game, the US Open just like Wimbledon marks just another milestone as a Grand-slam in the careers of the sports-persons. A huge fan of Federer, Sharapova and now Kerber, the game she played and the consistency she displayed was inspiring. Losing on the same court last year, she upped her winning streak with a Grand slam title, World no 1, she lifted the trophy with grace. Dressed to win in a cheery pink and a colorful streaked skirt, she said ‘staying in the moment’ helped her win this time round. Possibly what every sportsman vouches for on the field and what every successful person knows is the mantra or the magic hack for life – staying in the moment! With a childhood dream checked off and an audience spellbound, Kerber gave a good game to the tall Pliskova who just defeated Serena Williams to enter the final. An experience like no other watching the US Open is truly memorable, I can only then fathom how amazing it would feel to be on the court playing.


    Places may make people, stadia make sports-stars and sports makes us happy!

    Live happy music at the US Open. 

    And some awareness too!