It is a private word sport that I play with myself to enumerate descriptive words about a person.

It is a private word sport that I play with myself to enumerate descriptive words about a person.

The other day, Deepak, one of my young friends from Varanasi dropped in and we went into raptures just talking about the various good things that are peculiar to Varanasi, beginning with the reigning

Last week, I was in Bhubaneswar attending an art camp.

Rajasthan is like a permanent fixation for me. In fact I call it my purva janam ka saath place.

Gone are the days of the unreasonable man that George Bernard Shaw said was the cause of all progress.

The one journey that now fills me up with sadness is re-visiting family albums.

I have often felt that abstract paintings and sculptures are like nirgun paintings. Artists worship a formless God that only they are able to see when going through the throes of creation. And when others see it, it becomes a process of perception that has its own rules of “seeing” and forming an amorphous metaphor that takes “shape” at various levels of consciousness. The practice of creation too has a methodology that might differ in artists.

Alka Raghuvanshi

Till college, the National Museum remained one of my favourite places. I would just wander in when I had a few spare hours, and pore over the beautiful sculptures, mesmerised and marvel at their workmanship. However, now when one hears of this treasure trove being rudderless without a director and many of its departments headless and collections god knows where, it fills me with deep sadness.

Puducherry. The name conjures up some beautiful memories of the charming seaside town in Tamil Nadu.