Two years ago, in HK. My golden girls.
#Souffle #kungheifatchoi #yearoftheox
WASIYAT
Fully conscious and in good health, I am writing today my will:
After my death
Ransack my room
Search each item
That is scattered
Unlocked
Everywhere in my house.
Donate my dreams
To all those women
Who between the confines of
The kitchen and the bedroom
Have lost their world
Have forgotten years ago
What it is to dream.
Scatter my laughter
Among the inmates of old-age homes
Whose children
Are lost
To the glittering cities of America.
There are some colours
Lying on my table
With them dye the sari of the girl
Whose border is edged
With the blood of her man
Who wrapped in the tricolor
Was laid to rest last evening.
Give my tears
To all the poets
Every drop
Will birth a poem
I promise.
Make sure you catch the youth
Of the country, everyone
And inject them
With my indignation
They will need it
Come the revolution.
My ecstasy
Belongs to
That Sufi
Who
Abandoning everything
Has set off in search of God.
Finally,
What’s left
My envy
My greed
My anger
My lies
My selfishness
These simply Cremate with me…
– original poem published in Hindi by Basbusha Kohli, a young poet from M.P. in Amrita Pritam’s anthology titled ‘Prem Gilahri, Dil Akhrot’
Thank you to those who clarified it’s origins for me.
A delightful chat with the author of The Mountains Sing, @nguyenphanquemai_
Apologies for my audio and a late start. #TheMountainsSing is published in India by @harpercollinsin and I can’t recommend it enough.
This popped up from a few years ago.
Same sentiments. Rashmi’s style endures. Yearning for another studio visit @rashmivarma
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To watch a woman you love and respect flower creatively, and on her own unique terms, is everything.
The #cosmic #RV #saridress is fearless and feminine with Indian soul and globally fabulous.
Sort of like Rashmi herself.
And then she makes you jharu the studio to keep it real, Canadian style.
#madeinIndia #handloom #creatrix #Delhi
TOMORROW. Join me for an odyssey into the mind of @thepostcarder – a beloved, an ally and one of India’s finest writers- as we navigate both his transcendent prose and the world of grief he conjures in #Loss: personally revealing and utterly universal.
Posted @withregram • @thequorumgurgaon As we look forward to (virtually) hosting Siddharth Shanghvi in conversation with Lisa Ray at The Q, about Shanghvi’s latest release “Loss”, we can’t help but reminisce about when Lisa was last at The Quorum in Gurgaon to talk about her own book, “Close to The Bone”; swipe through for a few glimpses into the evening.
Wish you could’ve been there? You can join us this time as Lisa & Siddharth will be in conversation about a book Lisa describes as “an exquisite, lucid mediation on the inevitable experience of grief we all attempt to dance around… written in elegiac, searing prose.” on the 23rd of February, 7:30 PM onwards as we stream the conversation live from The Q. DM us to RSVP for the event and get the link!
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#TheQuorum #TheQuorumClub #MembersOnly #PrivateMembersClub #UrbanRefuge #QRated #Private #Exclusive #ShapingCulture
Wendell took this picture of me on the rooftop of his Panjim home one unforgettable afternoon. Just a few months after my treatment for Multiple Myeloma concluded, Wendell, Jerome and my Goa based friends wove healing and happiness into my days.
Posted @withregram • @wendellrodrickslabel The name that lives as the heritage of Indian fashion, Rodricks worked the notion that clothing should be comfortable like second skin. He revived the traditional handwoven Goan Kunbi sari with a project that involved identifying and training weavers in the use of sari looms. We then saw the Kunbi Sari in a modern & fresh look.
#WendellRodricksForever #TheLegacyLivesOn #WendellRodricks #MadeInGoa #WendellRodricksLegacy #SlowFashionIndia #goan #kunbi #sari #handwoven #handdyed #weavesofIndia #heritage
WASIYAT
Fully conscious and in good health, I am writing today my will:
After my death
Ransack my room
Search each item
That is scattered
Unlocked
Everywhere in my house.
Donate my dreams
To all those women
Who between the confines of
The kitchen and the bedroom
Have lost their world
Have forgotten years ago
What it is to dream.
Scatter my laughter
Among the inmates of old-age homes
Whose children
Are lost
To the glittering cities of America.
There are some colours
Lying on my table
With them dye the sari of the girl
Whose border is edged
With the blood of her man
Who wrapped in the tricolor
Was laid to rest last evening.
Give my tears
To all the poets
Every drop
Will birth a poem
I promise.
Make sure you catch the youth
Of the country, everyone
And inject them
With my indignation
They will need it
Come the revolution.
My ecstasy
Belongs to
That Sufi
Who
Abandoning everything
Has set off in search of God.
Finally,
What’s left
My envy
My greed
My anger
My lies
My selfishness
These simply Cremate with me…
– original poem published in Hindi by Basbusha Kohli, a young poet from M.P. in Amrita Pritam’s anthology titled ‘Prem Gilahri, Dil Akhrot’
Thank you to those who clarified it’s origins for me.
Image @farrokhchothia
Four years ago I had the immense privilege of attending H.H. Dalai Lama’s talk organised by @vanafoundation in Delhi with soul sister @freidapinto
I carry the teachings always in my heart but I’m also thankful for the reminder. Some takeaways from the session below.
‘Critical compassion and universal values in action.’
The message of love and Karuna in the world today must expand beyond religion, as his Holiness says.
‘Education, ahimsa, reason and love will take us towards a more peaceful world.’
For inner peace we need investigation, study and wisdom. Faith is not enough. ‘Nirvana is a private matter. We are talking now about humanity. Is it not so?’ ‘Women must take leading roles. Now they call me Feminist Dalai Lama.’
Long live His Holiness.
#HHDL #DalaiLama #Love #Compassion #UniversalValues #Vidyaloke photo @choejor
SKI LESSONS!
❤️
✌️Epic day 🇨🇦 skiing with dad
@redresort
WASIYAT
Fully conscious and in good health, I am writing today my will:
After my death
Ransack my room
Search each item
That is scattered
Unlocked
Everywhere in my house.
Donate my dreams
To all those women
Who between the confines of
The kitchen and the bedroom
Have lost their world
Have forgotten years ago
What it is to dream.
Scatter my laughter
Among the inmates of old-age homes
Whose children
Are lost
To the glittering cities of America.
There are some colours
Lying on my table
With them dye the sari of the girl
Whose border is edged
With the blood of her man
Who wrapped in the tricolor
Was laid to rest last evening.
Give my tears
To all the poets
Every drop
Will birth a poem
I promise.
Make sure you catch the youth
Of the country, everyone
And inject them
With my indignation
They will need it
Come the revolution.
My ecstasy
Belongs to
That Sufi
Who
Abandoning everything
Has set off in search of God.
Finally,
What’s left
My envy
My greed
My anger
My lies
My selfishness
These simply Cremate with me…
– original poem published in Hindi by Basbusha Kohli, a young poet from M.P. appears in Amrita Pritam’s anthology titled ‘Prem Gilahri, Dil Akhrot’
Thank you to those who clarified it’s origins for me.
Image @farrokhchothia
It might seem odd to juxtapose this image of a revelatory, deeply moving book on #Loss by @thepostcarder with an image celebrating our enduring bond, but in essence, this is the spirit of #Loss. Please join us tomorrow online @thequorumgurgaon as I have the honour of hosting one of India’s finest writers who I’m privileged to call friend and ally, speaking about his deeply personal yet utterly universal book, a highly polished gem of insight and compassion on grief, mourning, death and living with loss.
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DM @thequorumgurgaon for a viewing link.
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‘Grief is not a record of what has been lost but of who has been loved.’
@harpercollinsin #Loss
Posted @withregram • @alittlebirdie.nest Dear Sufi and Soleil,
Wishing you many “together” memories, lots of childhood mischiefs , laughter and grownup dreams!!
Lots of love,
A Little Birdie
Thank you Lisa! For these adorable pictures ❤️, we can’t stop smiling ! Lots of love and hugs!
@lisaraniray
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#alittleBirdie #handembroidery #sufiAndSoleil
We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms
When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil
When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse
When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe
We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines
When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear
-Maya Angelou (condensed and edited)
WASIYAT
Fully conscious and in good health, I am writing today my will:
After my death
Ransack my room
Search each item
That is scattered
Unlocked
Everywhere in my house.
Donate my dreams
To all those women
Who between the confines of
The kitchen and the bedroom
Have lost their world
Have forgotten years ago
What it is to dream.
Scatter my laughter
Among the inmates of old-age homes
Whose children
Are lost
To the glittering cities of America.
There are some colours
Lying on my table
With them dye the sari of the girl
Whose border is edged
With the blood of her man
Who wrapped in the tricolor
Was laid to rest last evening.
Give my tears
To all the poets
Every drop
Will birth a poem
I promise.
Make sure you catch the youth
Of the country, everyone
And inject them
With my indignation
They will need it
Come the revolution.
My ecstasy
Belongs to
That Sufi
Who
Abandoning everything
Has set off in search of God.
Finally,
What’s left
My envy
My greed
My anger
My lies
My selfishness
These simply Cremate with me…
– original poem published in Hindi by Basbusha Kohli, a young poet from M.P. appears in Amrita Pritam’s anthology titled ‘Prem Gilahri, Dil Akhrot’
Thank you to those who clarified it’s origins for me.
Posted @withregram • @windergill15 Thank you @kavitakurls for recommending #CloseToTheBone a great #autobiography by @lisaraniray ! I needed the comfort of a great #book after a hard day at work, and this was a truly inspirational read! Many will recognize #LisaRay as a beautiful #Indian #Canadian #Bollywood and #Hollywood actress, but she’s a great philanthropist, ambassador, and wonderful writer as well. In this work she tells her courageous life story and of her many struggles, including Multiple Myeloma. Thank you @lisaraniray for your bravery in sharing your experiences, many will benefit from your wisdom and courage. Wishing you health and happiness! I hope everyone had a chance to enjoy some #weekendreading ! Enjoy the rest of the weekend! #staysafe #stayhome @cityofto #toronto #torontoreads #greatreads #books #greatbooks #bookstagram #bookworm #booknerd #booklover #readersofinstagram #reading #readingtime
Posted @withregram • @liswerner_ #iamonceagainasking for yall to read @lisaraniray s #autobiography #narrativeart #closetothebone … its become my favorite books, even topping the beautiful #icantthinkstraight by @shamimsarif , which lead me (via the movie of the same name) to Lisa. Her spiritual and physical journey thru cancer and a vagabond lifestyle and contradictory backgrounds resonates with me.. ..her style is poetic and trips you inward in the magical reverie that you seldom find in biographies. #womenwriters #queericon #cancersurvivor #booksbywomen #booksbymixedraceppl #goodreads #greatreads #getlostinagoodbook
Dear @calcuttaphototours thank you for sending a precious slice of home to me. This exquisite jamdani Calcutta yellow cab stole is brightening my days here in Canada until we return to Asia (just a few months now)
Order your own @calcuttakeepsakes and support local artisans while winding a piece of Calcutta around your esophagus.
Also book @calcuttaphototours next time you are in the city of joy, to experince it’s layers, it’s history, it’s trivia and profundity. I know I will.
@calcuttakeepsakes
Lucid and poetic, I feel myself enveloped by the world of Huong and four generations of the Tran family. This tale of resilience and horror, grace and conflict brings to life the recent history of Vietnam, with a master story teller’s sensibility. Thank you @nguyenphanquemai_ and looking forward to our talk soon.
UPDATE:APOLOGIES EVERYONE WILL BE LIVE IN A FEE MINUTES
I’m so excited for this live conversation tomorrow. Keep your questions ready, as I host my first insta-live chat with @nguyenphanquemai_ the author of #themountainsing a luminous epic on Vietnam, refracted through one family’s history. This beautiful book is releasing in India with my publisher @harpercollinsin
See you tomorrow.
Now reading. (The recurring thought: ‘will I ever write this well, with such precision and clarity’ is not impeding my experience)
#homelandelegies #AyadAkhtar
❤️ thanks for consistently bringing new artists to my attention @preetasukhtankar
Posted @withregram • @rutambara Paradise Garden, 2020
