Author Archives: Puneet
Starting tomorrow, Gunher a sleepy little hamlet just outside of Bir, Himachal Pradesh’s premier para-gliding destination, is set to witness an art exhibition of a singular nature. The culmination of a three-week residency comprising contemporary artists from India and abroad, Shop Art is the brainchild of Frank Schlichtmann. Owner of the local 4TABLES Cafe and Gallery, Frank has rented un-utilised village shops and invited a number of conceptual artists to occupy them as their studios during the residency. Continue reading
I will be away for a better part of the summer gathering stories to share here on Cutting Loose. I might attempt to post now and then, but that may detract some from the pleasure of being on the road. You understand, right? Miss me, regardless
It all started in Egypt, I’m told, where acrobatics, balancing acts, rope walking and spectacles of human skill and daring were recorded as far back as 2500 BC. Though the circus (Latin for ‘circle’) as we know it today harks back to the amphitheatres of ancient Rome, devoted largely to chariot races, gladiator combat, animal slaughter, mock battles and similar blood sports. Of which the Circus Maximus was said to be the most spectacular.
Just when you tell yourself it has no more surprises up its eat-street, Delhi directs your smugness towards yet another delish delight. This time, it was an unpretentious kiosk parked on a sidewalk near the Sundar Nagar Market, that simply called itself Kamal’s.
By which, I mean Delhi. Bringing in its wake sharp focus back on to Connaught Place, largely neglected over the past few years due to the mall-swell across the National Capital Region. Long-time home to stalwarts such as Wengers, Keventers and Bercos, to name but a few, CP (as it will always be) was once the undisputed cynosure of the foodie world.
I was at the Kingdom of Dreams in Gurgaon earlier this month for an event that kept me otherwise occupied. Found the time, eventually, to take some photographs of India’s first live entertainment destination. Replete with sandstone elephants, betel-leaf shaped kiosks, giant mirror-studded plant motifs, and all manner of water bodies, it houses the Culture Gully – a contrived food-street under a sky dome suffused with twilight – and the hi-tech theatre, Nautanki Mahal.
Way before I hit the road with a vengeance, as a perpetually broke college student, I recollect gazing whimsically at the Lonely Planet Guide on India, envying the list of authors who found mention as contributors to the Traveller’s Bible. Twenty-some years on, I can’t stop grinning as I, yet again, marvel at the list of authors staring back from the freshly printed pages. One familiar face jumps up: mine.
I am reproducing here my article on trailblazing women travellers that appeared as a Women’s Special feature in The Tribune. Can’t think of a better tribute to our wandering tribe. More power to us!
This was one of those rare moments I regretted my resistance against upgrading to a gimmicky super-phone that could carry out my every command. Except perhaps go powder my nose for me. Sans my camera, equipped only with a phone that beautifully fulfills its primary purpose (to receive & make calls, for the uninitiated) and some, a last minute plan had found a friend and me at a sitar recital by Ustad Shujaat Khan, as part of the two-week long Jashn-e-Khusrau festival held at a number of venues across Delhi. Continue reading