Harini Calamur's Writings
Mohd. Rafi –Â In all the years that i have been blogging (my first ever blog post was in June 2003) – I have done a fair few posts on Hindi film music. But, there has been no post on Mohammed Rafi. It…
Sita born of the earth, beloved daughter of Janaka – the name Janaki comes from there – princess of Videha (Vaidehi), wife of Rama, coveted by Ravana, Mother to Luv Kush. Abandoned wife. There are lots of ways of describing Sita. But,…
My blog is going to sound like a litany of driving woes. But, talking about the problems of driving – the bad roads, the unlocked interlocking tiles, the construction work that never seems to end, the roads that prepare ISRO for creating…
I was an angry teenager. A very angry one. The reasons for the anger are immaterial but the rage I felt had a very physical manifestation. When I was thirteen i was diagnosed with high blood pressure 180/140. High even by standards…
I grew up learning Carnatic Vocal music. Learnt the Veena for a while as well. But, today most of my music listening tends to be Hindustani Classical Music. Especially Vocal music. I find the form – which is non regimented – a delight…
On the issue of crime and lack of punishment My Column in Yesterday’s DNA : We all know that when we go to a shop we ask for a bill, yet for a few rupees less or to save a minute or two, we don’t…
If Monday was about retrieving my license, Tuesday started getting the car towed to the mechanic. There are few things as scary as a car coming to a full stop while taking a turn at a busy intersection. Especially if there is a BEST…
Monday’s are a great day to go to a police station to retrieve your driving license. After a start to the week like that the rest of the week can only get better. Even more mortifying – is traveling with one’s father…
Strange sort of a Sunday. A domesticated sort of a Sunday. Can almost hear myself go Moo. I cooked – Pasta with tomato and veggie sauce. Something deeply therapeutic about assembling a dish from fresh ingredients rather than opening a bottle of…
Macro, in photography, is an extreme close up. They also can be a pain to shoot because the slightest movement in the object leads to a blurred image. the interesting facet of macro photography is that the image is usully many times…