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Ranwar Village
I live a minute away from Ranwar Village and I found this beautiful watercolour of it and had to share. On Saturday, I’m going on a heritage walk of the nearby neighbourhood as well as Chimbai and Shirley Rajan with the very people documenting the villages and looking for solutions to retain their heritage and historical charm. I’m probably a huge geek for prepping for the heritage walk by reading their blog but I can’t wait. It’s organised by the kind, treehugging folk at Mocha as part of their upcoming Ecofest so go register if you want to come.
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Omkareshwar
Is a magical place. We could have spent a week in the quaint spiritual town but unfortunately, we had one night. I think I may have been the happiest I have ever been in Omkareshwar. We walked through the market, peddlers selling religious paintings and kitschy idols, malas and garlands, jewellery and toys; and found a place to stay for a few hundred rupees on the advice of a holy man. We crossed the footbridge and headed towards the giant Om climbing a million stairs up to the top of the island, dotted with shrines and temples. I felt a deep, consuming sadness in the Shiva temple, the effigy over it so tremendous that you can see it from the other hill. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t prayed in months but I broke down on the temple floor and it felt greatly cathartic. We drank chai at the tea stall nearby and a baba reminded us that the only temple that really mattered was ‘apna shareer’, the temple that is one’s own body. We dipped our feet in the sacred Narmada river, though many swim. We smoked chillums with a baba who told us all about this temple town that he loved. We bought tiny brass bells to make music and rings to wear on our fingers. We ate dinner and breakfast in the lovely garden cafe. We spent the night under the stars and felt good and whole and complete. And we left the next day, our hearts lighter and heavier at the same time.
Queen of the Jungle
How did nobody inform me that Sheena: Queen of the Jungle had such bomb ass cover art? All my life I’ve been rolling my eyes when people called me that and now I’m wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Look at her fierce outfits. Jungle chicness gleuteus maximus.
Pretty/Good
I’ve been recycling. Stolen designer drink bottles make beautiful vases to stolen wedding flower arrangements. One happy criminal window sill.
Knit
In my gap year (six years ago), I knitted everybody I knew reasonably futile objects. Found out somebody still uses their card holder. Booyah.
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Sari Madam
I love saris. I wish I could wear them everyday like my grandmother did. I went to exactly one show at (Lakme India) Fashion Week, the Shantanu and Nikhil show where I saw and lusted over this one. How perfect it is, and how chic and nicely draped.
In other updates, I discovered the album Sinema from this Delhi band Peter Cat Recording Co. And Motherland, one of the first indie magazines in India by ad house Wieden+Kennedy has great cover art and insight into Indian subcultures.
If you can’t tell, my Indophilia is currently off the charts.
Dicso Dicso
Another saweet thing about Bandra is these parties. The second edition of Grime Riot Disco is this Friday, March 25th at Bollywood Mischief, Hill Road and features DJ Ruskin and Bandish Projekt who will be spinning disco, electro funk, techno. Grimy venue in walking distance, cheap bar, beer cart, hookah lounge. Hell yes. Entry is Rs. 300, and covers one drink. Down with the current repetitive, pretentious, bourgeois scene. Music is for everybody.
Vandre
I love you, Bandra. I love your Portuguese influence, I love your villages and your Goan grannies who get their skirt suits “stitched” and your tiny stalls set up in verandahs selling homemade pickle and potato chops, I love your promenades and pink sunsets and shwarmas, I love your games nights and communal youtubing and burrito bars and theme parties.
I love your farmers markets, and your supper clubs and Sunday brunches and rooftop dancing. (I don’t like your rickshaw strikes and when they say they won’t go some place) I love that Janata and Jimme’s Kitchen deliver. I love your lively backdrops to impromptu photo shoots. I love your bookshops in garages and artist studios and production offices and chocolate shops and Manju dosa and Bombay sandwiches guy on Hill Road and Saroj sev puri.
I love your things to do on Mondays and Thursdays and other days. (I don’t like when your venues shut before I’m ready to stop moving) I love your street stalls and junk jewels and best fifty rupee finds. I love photos from your skywalks and the shops who sold me furniture underneath. I love your host of interesting characters, your beautiful women and sometimes men and my wonderful, wonderful friends.
Bandra, I’m in love.
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