NID, People, sketchbook

Words of love


For you, my luscious fig
the Taj Mahal wouldn’t be too big
For you, my sweet paratha
I’d write a poem longer than the Mahabharata
I’d walk backwards over the Himalayas
if you’d spend with me your nights and dayas

For the maharani I adore
I’d steal the priceless Kohinoor
I’d meditate
I’d levitate
to hear you say
“That dog is great!’

For you my learned guru
I’d learn to speak Urdu
and for my true-blue fakir
I’D pluck the rarest rose from Kashmir
I’d practise Ahimsa
for one quick glimpsa
your pure clear white soul
the one that knows all.

So come my darling Darjeeling
my prize, my jewel,
my everything –
our Karma can’t be clearer
there’s no one I hold dearer
no Fata Morgana
it’s you that I wanna
share Nirvana with.

Swami on Rye,
Maira Kalman

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Our house


This weekend Viv and I framed some old stuff and put them up on the wall. The ones on the left are all mine, sketchbook pages from 2002, and the ones on the right are Viv’s; and the cover for the mouse book.

Nokia 3220, May 2006.

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My Spices

Since I’ve learnt to cook I think spices are the greatest thing after gravity! No wonder there was such massive spice trade in the middle ages. They’re simply amazing – a handful of those harmless seeds and leaves will turn mixtures of food into culinary wonders! Chitrita Banerjee has written a wonderful essay on panch phoron – the five spice mixture of Bengal in her book The Hour of the Goddess. Panch phoron is really nigella (kalonji/kalo jeerey), cumin (jeera), fenugreek (methi), fennel (saunf/mouri) and mustard (shorshey/rai), dry roasted together.

From My Sketchbook, May 2006

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Viv’s baths!


Viv hates taking baths! He’s always trying out some trick or the other – spraying deo all over, wetting his hair, he’s even become tried out hanging his wet towel on the line, hoping that I won’t catch onto the fact that he’s not had his bath today. But I’m too clever!

From my Sketchbook, May 2006

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