Sunday, November 17, 2019

Pottery Town adventure 🤪

There are some places that you hear about, read about, see photographs of... and you add your own imagination into all of that and build up a picture in your head. You finally actually go there and you experience this humongous disappointment and you feel as if your own mind has let you down.

Has this happened to you? Which place/experience was it?

Pottery Town was one such let down for me. I've lived in Bangalore almost all my life, but had never been there. So when I thought of buying some clay cookware, some planters, etc., we thought why not go there and check out the place. When my sister warned me that it's not worth going there, I should have listened! (This is not an I-told-you-so moment sis, back off!)

Several factors combined to contribute to this disappointment. First of all, there is heavy metro construction happening all around the area and there were several roadblocks that led us away from that place. We relied on Google Maps (not always a good idea but I never learn!), but it didn't consider the roadblocks, so we drove around in circles for a while. We got stuck at really narrow roads lined with houses, shops, gunny bags, parked trucks, cars and bikes, cattle, where people's lives spilled out on to the streets and for a while I thought that's it, we're never getting out of here!

We finally escaped, thought OK, let's park the car a few streets away and walk. But finding a decent parking space in Bangalore is an entirely new post altogether. Anyway, we then parked at quite a distance and got an auto to take us there!

Once we finally got there we realized how close we had actually come there before. Mind you, we were still laughing at our silliness that time.

We skipped and dodged some muck on the road and stood and looked around, to see a few shops with some sad looking pots, planters and kulhads. The streets were waterlogged, there was muck and garbage all around, and the shopfronts were choked with junk. Nothing at all like I had imagined.

Pottery Town Bangalore


Pottery Town Bangalore

Pottery Town Bangalore

Maybe it was our unfortunate timing too. Deepavali is just over, and summer is still a while away. There are not many buyers around this time, and this is kind of a slow phase for the potters. There was a woman in front of one shop who we started talking to, and she confirmed this for us. All the things you want will be ready only January-February, she said.

Pottery Town Bangalore

Pottery Town Bangalore

Pottery Town Bangalore



We nodded, walked out, got another auto, got into our car, and got home, without buying a thing.

Pottery Town Bangalore

Moral of the story is, don't always believe social media pictures are the reality, go where you want to go, but don't always expect things to turn the way you imagined it. Prepare to be surprised/shocked/disappointed. But I guess this is not to say you will always be disappointed. There have been times when I have been pleasantly surprised, exhilarated even and some places have proved to be sooo much better than my imagination. So I might not go to Pottery Town again (or maybe I'll change my mind in January) but I definitely will not stop exploring new or out of my places! 😆



(Also, sometimes do listen to your sister.)

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Silencing the mind

 

Silencing the mind

There's a place in your heart where you go
when you need to escape your crowded mind.

Here's mine.

I walk barefoot in the sand,
I listen to the waves whisper soothingly to me,
And I ask the sea to swallow all my demons.

 

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Shadows of this night

Shadows of this night
 

How beautiful is this night...
A gentle breeze,
a few muted lights,
dark shapes playing hide and seek.
Laughter, drifting from a lively home nearby;
another home, cozy I imagine,
lets out a soft melody.
A vast stillness settles within me,
A deep breath of calm.
I should go now, I think.
Move on, and let this safe night swallow me. 



Friday, November 23, 2018

Let's go back.

Let’s go back to the sea

Shall we go back
to those lonely lands
where the winds howled...
and the sea crashed
into ancient sands?

Shall we get lost
in another time,
another world...
where time stood still
and our hearts raced?

Shall we go back
to when the stars
were in our eyes...
and the ocean
lay beneath our backs?

Shall we then walk
hand in hand in the crisp darkness...
when the night got old
and we, younger?
 
 

Monday, September 24, 2018

September rain

 

September rain

It rained so hard,
I forgot to weep.
The drops fell all in a blur
and the world became soft around its edges.
The ache dulled,
blacks faded to greys,
and the screams in my head became whispers.
The rain fell hard
and I forgot to remember. 



Sunday, August 26, 2018

Book review: Ashoka by Charles Allen

 

Book review: Ashoka by Charles Allen

 

Title: Ashoka
Author: Charles Allen
Genre: Historical non-fiction
Publisher: Abacus (3 January 2013)
Price: Paperback Rs. 496, Hardcover Rs. 750, and Kindle edition Rs. 151 on Amazon
Pages: 480

This book was the reason I fell in love with King Ashoka, the "stumpy, pot-bellied, pumpkin-faced, fragile King who had the tendency to faint under stress".

The book itself is written like a detective story, narrating how Ashoka's life was painstakingly pieced together clue by tiny clue by the "Orientalists", beginning in the 18th Century.

Charles Allen has kept it real, without being pretentious, overly academic or puffed up with his own importance as many literary historical non-fiction writers tend to do. The language is simple, current, and narrative.

At the same time, there's a faint hint of the author's tenderness towards this King throughout the book. In the way he regrets the way Ashoka and his efforts in making Buddhism the way it is now, have been unrecognised even now, in the way he recognizes the tender feelings in Ashoka's one of the more emotional edicts near the Ajanta caves when he was young, and the way he talks about his appearance.

I’m not a great non-fiction reader, but this book, I absolutely loved. It also triggered a need in me to want to know more details about King Ashoka Maurya, and everything to do with that period.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Book review: Jasoda by Kiran Nagarkar

 
Book review: Jasoda by Kiran Nagarkar

Title: Jasoda
Author: Kiran Nagarkar
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Publisher: Fourth Estate (25 November 2017)
Price: Hardcover Rs. 449, and Kindle edition Rs. 253.80 on Amazon
Pages: 235

So here's why I have mixed feelings about Kiran Nagarkar's 'Jasoda'... This was my second Nagarkar book and after 'Cuckold', I started reading this with high expectations. It started off well. A gut-wrenching story of a woman struggling in rural Rajasthan and later in relentless Mumbai, told in a casual, matter-of-fact manner.

There were pages when I just wanted to shut my eyes tight and not read anymore because it was so gut-wrenching. There were also parts when I couldn't stop reading.

But as the book progressed, the story telling kept getting too casual, very disjointed in parts. For example, one moment the family returns to their village and the older son rejoins school, you turn the page, and now he's a professor in a college in the USA and dating a white woman, who becomes his wife almost immediately.

Sure the book touches on several prevalent social evils.. patriarchy, female infanticide, abusive husband, poverty, tyranny of the ruling class... and sure, you do hurt for Jasoda, you weep for her and all the women who have to go through so much pain. But the second half of the book feels totally unnecessary, and seems like it's been written in a hurry, with the intention of "just need to finish this already!" I guess it's not surprising since the author started writing the book more than 20 years ago and completed it only recently. There is bound to be a disconnection with the passing of so much time.

To summarize, not one of his finest works. Now I feel like pulling out 'Cuckold' and reading it all over again just to remind myself why I liked Kiran Nagarkar in the first place.

Friday, November 24, 2017

1. A little boy, wearing his mother’s dupatta as a cape and running around making dishum dishum noises.

2. This little guy who hitched a hike with me for a whole 10 minutes in the auto today on my way to work.


3. This mini idly fry I tried out:

 It was yummm!


Monday, November 20, 2017

Frangipani

This fallen flower I picked up on my way to work this morning is giving me so much joy today!


Friday, November 10, 2017

Things that made me smile today.

1. The sight of these gorgeous fresh flowers filling my vase, first thing this early morning.


2. A tiny wide-eyed button-nosed puppy pug sitting between two men in an auto and peeking out.
3. Overhearing a woman telling someone over the phone about how she intended to make chitranna this morning, but fell short of gojju and how she managed to rescue the situation. (Smiled because I regularly discuss very similar morning-kitchen-disasters with my mother over the phone, and had a total empathy moment with her!)
4. Seeing a colleague do her little routine first thing this, as well as every morning: remove her shoes, place a tiny flower in front of her God’s picture, fold her hands, close her eyes and offer a little prayer before beginning her work.
5. Suddenly remembering it’s Fridayay when I’m deep in the middle of work!
6. My new haircut I got on my way home today!

7. This tiny lemon plant that has sprouted from the lone seed I had planted just to see if it would sprout! And it did!