Are We Stripping Pune’s Green Essence?

The once lush canopy that spread over the city is now reduced to mangy tufts of isolated patches of green. Worse still, it is something that exists only in nostalgia backed by a few photos. Unfortunately, nobody in their present encounter…

Remembering a Punekar – The Series

Maakadwala In Hindi, he would be called Madari. English will loosely translate him as a 'Monkey man', but like all things touched by English, the translation can make one overlook it as a profession and assume it to be a characteristic.…

Remembering a Punekar – The Series

The first time I saw her I was balancing a huge bag of mithai in one hand and trying to juggle out money from my wallet to pay the auto driver with the other. She stared at me for a moment and once I had paid off the auto guy, walked close…

Remembering a Punekar – The Series

As her name suggests, and those of you who are aware of the trade, she was a vegetable vendor. She would come home almost everyday, balancing her toplya (wicker cases) on her head. To make sure that her head did not bear all the weight of…

Remembering a Punekar – The Series

I recall someone once asking her why she chose to forgo of this garment of modesty. Blinking into the sun that shone into her eyes she had replied, "We tribal women have forsaken the blouse for Sita's sake. When Sita was condemned to live…

Remembering a Punekar – The Series

So goes the first verse of J. R. R. Tolkien's poem All that is gold does not glitter, which appeared in his trendsetting novel The Lord of the Rings. Most of us are familiar with the movie version of Tolkien's fantasy novel and the tale of…

A Fort Won at The Cost of A Lion

My earliest memory of spotting Sinhagad was from our terrace. I was fairly little and my grandfather would point at a distant hill in the hazy horizon and proudly declare, "To bagh, to Sinhagad ahe" (Look there, that's Sinhagad).