The Ahar cenotaphs. I learned the word “cenotaph” when I was 14. It means a “monument erected in honour of a person or group of people whose remains are elsewhere” — a place holder for veneration, if you will.
I don’t think the folks who put together that dictionary ever dreamed of the way they’re done in Rajasthan, over acres and acres of land. The yellow stone Bada Bagh outside Jaisalmer might be the most famous, but near the old Pratap Nagar railway station in Udaipur is a huge tract of Chhatris in white.
Sadly, the grounds are unkempt and some structures are in disrepair (plus the caretaker is more than happy to take a bribe to break the posted rules.) Still, it’s serene and rather imposing in the early morning and I’m glad to have visited.
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Somehow, last night, I forgot the cardinal rule of eggs and microwaves. Given that I exploded one in the shared kitchen back at King College and then repented at leisure while I cleaned the space and the microwave for hours…you’d think I’d know better. It’s done in tabata style – 20 seconds on, 10 seconds off. Everyone knows that. It’s fairly easy and I haven’t forgotten it in years.
But last night, I was re-heating a previously boiled egg. I stuck it in the microwave for one minute.
And then, I took it out and placed it on one of these suckers to slice: (more…)
Lake Pichola, Udaipur
I’ve been spending a lot of time in Udaipur and with a view like this when I visit, how can I stay away?
Okay, that’s a little bit of hyperbole, I admit, but c’mon, the lake is gorgeous — any time of the day, all (more…)
In the Grand Palace, Bangkok, a mysterious edict near the entryway. Whatever could they mean?
P.s. We saw perfectly marked ATM’s everywhere. Is this the rogue machine that calls a spade a spade? Is this the ‘rage against the machine’ machine?
I tried. They tried, too. The MNS volunteers are unfailingly helpful, but despite the news that if you’d voted before, the EC could refer to the master list and allow you to vote with ID, my name wasn’t on any of the lists – old or new, for my current residence nor my previous address. I’ve been deleted.
One of the ladies manning (womanning?) a polling station for my new building sweetly gave me a bilingual paper form to fill out and drop off at HQ ‘since your online form got rejected’ and consoled me by telling me there are vidhan sabha elections in 6 months, I could definitely vote then.
Sigh. Depressed about being disenfranchised.
Isn’t this seriously cool? I wish I had the space for something like this in my home. This is the office of renowned product and industrial designer Werner Aisslinger in Berlin.
Some say the law is an ass. But the men who designed the Bombay High Court clearly thought lawyers are monkeys. This is one of the famous quirks in the Gothic building that I love. If you’re ever there, look for foxes with collars and other such creature caricatures.
😀 I loved this sign. Totally clear. Badly spelled. But totally clear.
This is a shrine in Anegundi, Karnataka (across the Tungabhadra river from Hampi) where long-suffering parents who were worried about their still single (stubborn) kids came to ask the goddess for help. If you donated a statue in the image of your child and placed it just so, apparently they’d get hitched pronto. And the four of us single women took in this view and digested the tale and laughed.
Run, run for your lives. There’s something in the milk!
C’mon, it looks like a mini Spock! What were they thinking? Is this what will happen to us if we drink their milk/energee/lassi? Yikes!
And who dressed him? Where did they even find the outfit?
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