Serene Ravine: A Pleasant Juxtaposition Worth Exploring!
On a balmy October afternoon, just outside Dapoli bus stand, we were flagged down by the cherubic owner of Serene Ravine. As we followed him in our car, full of expectations fueled by the enchanting promise of Serene Ravine, the small houses of Dapoli quickly gave way to a narrow blacktop meandering thru the thick
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Apr
Apr
A Temporary Farewell Poem…
Recently a bunch of friends of Shivani Kanetkar, one of our beloved guests, threw her a surprise party before she flies off to the UK to attend school for a year. Shivani is a multi-faceted personality: an English Literature major and scholar, an English tutor, an avid naturalist, a Foliage camp guide, and a sweet
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Sep
Sep
Now you can eat the bowl too!
On a lazy Sunday in the fall of 1992, I took my then (and even now… must admit that before I land into trouble!) young wife to the spectacular Multnomah Falls near our home in Portland, OR. The lofty as the falls are, the hike up to the head is as charming as watching baby
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Sep
Sep
How Neil Armstrong Changed My Life…
I don’t know if Mr. Gorsky’s life changed after Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, but mine sure did. I was named Kedar (pronounced Kay-daar) when I was born in 1964. No record of any serious logic behind the name exists in any ancient manuscripts of that time. I was born at my grandma’s home
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Aug
Aug
Ohh-lumpics Wet Dream!
Like a eunuch lowering her gaudily embroidered saree, after the shamelessly threatening display of her genital mockery, the curtain just came down on the weenie Indian ohlumpics for the next four years safely shrouding our downspouting dicks “Hail the six medal-winners that did us all so proud” the sterile tweets will squeal, a
Puberun was a grand success…
By any definition, Puberun was a grand success!!! If you were there, you saw it yourself. If you weren’t, you missed truly an experience. And if you don’t even know what Puberun is, let us clear that first. Contrary to popular belief, it was NOT a ‘pub run’, nor does it signify any ‘right of
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Aug
Aug
Poem: And Because He Was Alive…
This is an English translation of my marathi poem. I have been writing this series of poems depicting often fleeting moments in my life that have made a tremendous visual and emotional impact on me. Very few of them have been translated into English. This one is an exception…. The crummy picture background is mine. Trying
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Jul
Jul
Raising Addlepated Adultescents!
I didn’t know ‘Adultescent’ was a real word until now. If you’re like me, let me tell you that it’s an accepted word alright. An adultescent is an adult who still behaves like an adolescent. Last week’s documentary and especially the berating that Dr. Bhooshan Shukla gave to all the assembled parents at Grubshup, was
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Jul
Jul
Engineering a Ciabatta
Sick of the local bakeries telling us to take our ‘unusual’ bread requests and shove them…. uh… into… umm… our own oven (what did you think I was gonna say, huh?!), we finally decided to do it ourselves. Besides, it was kinda getting embarrassing for us to NOT bake our own bread, especially since our
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Jun
Jun
A Poem: You’re The Food For My Body!
On March 15th, my darling daughter Sunskriti celebrated her 10th birthday! Well… almost! It was annual exam time in India, so nobody was in the mood to celebrate anything… except Sunskriti, of course! So we postponed the birthday bash to summer vacations (which never happened). On the birthday eve, after Sunskriti went to bed, I
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Jun
Jun
