Infantilisation at the parental home in full swing.
Merry Xmas! 🌲❤️
You have to wonder at the brain which enables a person to leave the places that the hearts feel safe and the soul at peace.
… incidentally also the sort of places where you might willingly take a selfie up your own snooch.
My phone is glitching and will only let me post pictures of paradise. I blame the clouds.
*Calves may appear longer in image than reality
Sup Straya. I’m back 🤙🏽
2, 3, 4, 5 anddddd 6! I’ll be there for youuuuuu…. Oh shit, wrong show. But so happy to be making tele with these beautiful jokers for the next 4 months! There’s also this guy called Sam Neill heading us up. No biggie.
Get lost. Get found. The motto of my favourite yoga studio in LA @roamlosangeles… took their advice these last few months 💖
My honour was not yielded but conquered merely. Fitzroy, Melbourne
And then the absence of tiramisu on the menu became a double fisted dilemma.
📸 @miskojewellery
Don’t Angry Me.
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Feeling all the feels this weekend. It’s always such a love hate thing coming back to Australia. Months away made it so clear how far much of the world has come when it comes to representation of people of colour across various industries and workplaces. I speak to friends here and they all say the same thing… we’re lagging.
The work continues.
#representationmatters #opticsarentenough Wurundjeri Country
Yup, #brownkidswithbigimaginations – that’s us! What a brilliant day spent with the likes of @samishahdotcom & the brain & heart behind @southasiantoday, Dilpreet.
South Asian representation is coming for you Australia!
Thank you @hyfn for my fave hoodie! 💕 Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Ah… she must be in the torlettt.
Turns out I can’t eat a meal at the Himalayan place in the LES without this Greek Goddess by my side. #reunion
Back to my roots. My preferred style of dress from age of 6 to the point that the scholastic system stuffed me into a dress shirt, kilt and blazer.
Been thinking of the hyper-femme molds I’ve felt obliged to fit into since my adolescence… a lot of it probably to do with being a dancer. Bharatha Natyam as a form allowed us to explore our masculine sides – we played Kings and Rakshasas as well as maidens…. But going into the world of Hindi Cinema solidified the idea of hyper-femininity as the only acceptable state of woman.
It’s so nice to see the change occurring everywhere – the equity afforded to womens’ sport, the shedding of the old binary guards. Not that me chucking on some trackies is revolutionary in any way… but I definitely pondered the moments I trade in my loose-fitting parachute pants for figure-hugging body con and how much I don’t always enjoy it.
The hottest couple that Delhi’s IIT campus ever saw. Here are my parents on this day 40 years ago on the campus where they met, were married and lived.
Who knew that they would be married and then leave the country they called home within 3 years with their first born a few weeks old – my bhaia, that they would have their second child in Australia (me!) who would become obsessed with the land of her heritage and the place that explained the reason for her being. That the four of us would be so Indian, so Aussie, so similarly defiant & resilient as humans.
It’s been a while ride since the eighties for the two Shardas of New Delhi and their ensuing kiddos… but here we are, richer for the marriage, the migration, the magic and the tumult. Happy Anniversary Mama and Papa!
Two dickheads in a torlet.
Happy New Year!
Before engines on, sun smart with a ghoonghat. My forebears were onto something. #slipslopslap Los Angeles, California
A message from my father reminded me: today marks 101 years since my late dadaji’s (paternal grandfather’s) birth. It also marks 11 years since the passing of my dadima, my dearest grandmother. She died on his 90th birthday.
11 years ago circumstance had it that I (the youngest grandchild) was tasked with delivering Dadaji the news of his wife’s passing. I’ll never forget the image of him bounding down the stairs of my uncle’s New Delhi home, in a crisp new kurta which he had worn in commencement of his 91st year. I’ll also never forget his eyes glazing over with realisation. The clipped, lucid way in which he looked at me and said ‘I’m so sorry-yy’… his voice breaking at the second syllable.
I had never seen my paternal grandparents in the same room, their informal separation having preceded my birth. Except during the rituals before my grandmother’s funeral. Where one stood erect, while the other’s soul had departed.
No words can describe the utter gratitude I feel for the legacy of my grandparents. Despite growing up at the bottom of earth’s latitudinal plain, despite never seeing them together when I visited India as a child, the resonance of Sri Gyan Chand Sharda & Dr. Krishna Sharda vibrated through me always… courtesy the conduit that is my father’s story telling capacity and the love of my paternal uncle and aunt who bridged the gaps and created a sense of belonging during my early childhood trips to India.
Today, as I think of my dearest Dadaji and Dadima… I feel their united souls vibrating down on me even more boldly than ever before. I am nothing but for the legacy of my ancestors.
Hari Om 🙏🏽
Lady and her Bush.
Gundiyan to bach ke 👆🏽
Missing New York, long arm selfies & being matchy matchy with 🎶 mates like @iamiromusic 💖
Felt the need to add an addendum here… And thank you both @eliclarkdavis & @love.radha for creating a situation where I would be placed into a state of utter unknowing and yet complete love over July 4th weekend – a weekend which brought into my life a series of serendipitous friendships and complete faith in the act of opening my heart. 🙏🏽
EYES EYES EYES
Best summer date ever 🥂
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This is a pretty, cool building.
In fact, it’s pretty cool. Sydney, Australia
My swimmers are faster than your swimmers
I am so in awe of the work that goes on in the field of Education Equality. One of the necessary goals in a world where inequities are heightened even further as we grasp the nuanced implications of the pandemic.
The goals of the new @GemReport from @UNESCO asks who chooses and who loses out when non state actors are involved in education.
Take a look at the report – bitly.com/2021gemreport! #RightTheRules
