Himansu Rai and wife Devika Rani played an important part in the early development of Indian cinema. They began with silent movies in the 1920s before creating Bombay Talkies, producing some forty movies. Continue reading The Bombay Talkies Limited
As the days grow hotter, instead of India’s favourite drink, tea, I’m tempted by a yoghurt based lassi. Continue reading A cool drink
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Have you ever visited a place and then years later, read a book set exactly in that location?
On my first encounter with Mumbai (Bombay back then), I convinced someone to accompany me to the city’s red light district. We trekked past The Cages, but within minutes, the atmosphere had a, why are you here atmosphere. We turned on our heels and raced away, but I have never forgotten those waiting women. Continue reading Memorable Mumbai
Tandoori was once a dish of the poor until the Moguls stumbled upon the unique flavour and turned it into one India’s most popular dishes.
Unfortunately, I never discovered its delight on my Indian visits, but once I reached East Africa, I soon learned what I’d missed. Continue reading Tandoori
I don’t remember where I first tried uppuma in South India, but I knew it was a flavour my taste buds craved again. After I left India, I scoured a bookshop in Tanzania and came across a South Indian cookbook with the very recipe inside. Continue reading Uppuma
I ate a Tamil Nadu breakfast while my eyes wandered over a menu painted on the wall above, deciding what to eat for breakfast the following morning. Continue reading Pongal
When I first set foot in Chennai decades ago, I stayed near Egmore Station. On my recent return, I decided to venture back to see if there was anything I recognized from all those years ago. Continue reading Journey into the past
Chennai had stately old buildings but unfortunately, many stood in stained neglect. I idled on busy corners to uncover their past glory while crowds dodged by . Continue reading Around Chennai
I sat in the women’s section of a train that rattled to Fort St George. This was the only place where I enjoyed a real footpath that skirted the circumference of the fort. There were no crumpled sections or potholes. Continue reading Chennai’s Fort St George
Even though Chennai’s traffic was daunting and it was difficult to walk on a level footpath if there was one at all, I met a number of friendly people. Continue reading People of Chennai