“A Nutty Story” written by Anuradha Ananth Huggler and illustrated by Shailja Jain Chougule

A Nutty Story cover

When you hear the word “coconut”, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Chutney, right? But do you know that our grandmothers made dolls out of coconuts and carved intricate designs on them? They adorned puja rooms and living room showcases; and were given as gifts on weddings and festive occasions. Anuradha’s story told as a rhyme in a crisp, humourous and warm manner along with Shailja’s beautiful and evocative illustrations hopes to encourage children and youngsters to discover the many delightful art and craft traditions of India. Available

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“Rangoli” written by Anuradha Ananth Huggler and illustrated by Shailja Jain Chougule


Every morning Ajji’s village is decorated with rangolis. Dots, lines, flower designs, on the ground on the wall, everywhere. Food for ants and fun for birds, dogs and children. This delightful book makes a wonderful introduction to the art of rangoli through the medium of a simple story that illustrates the appeal of this popular art form.

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“All the better to trample the country on”

Please stay

Just a couple of weeks ago, my husband and I were in London and we both said that the soul of the city is its diversity. I’ve always felt as “at home” there just as I feel “at home” in Germany though my homeland is the other side of the world.

I studied World Heritage which is a concept born after WW2 to unite the world through cultural and natural heritage making ‘the local’ ‘universal’ and ‘everything belong to all’.

I believe and follow the philosophy which has this beautiful phrase: “Vasudeva Kutumbakam” which means “The world is one family”.

I work in a company with colleagues from more than 30 countries and we all love each other and delight in each others’s languages,cultures and traditions.

My reasons may be purely emotional but Great Britain…show your greatness. Please stay.

Earth from space
Pic courtesy: Veralanguage blog



published in HOUSECALLS, June 2013

 While India ‘develops’ at the cost of its heritage monuments and buildings, Germany has the opposite belief – that a nation and its people can only progress if they invest in their heritage. Anuradha Ananth, a Berlin resident and World Heritage Studies practitioner, looks at the German government’s involvement with the Museum Island (German: Museumsinsel) in Berlin, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Severely damaged by bombs in World War II and then almost shut off to West Berliners by the GDR, this five-museum ensemble has risen from the ashes as testimony to German cultural pride, and its post-War and post-Wall identity.

The Spree river canal area in front of the three-winged Pergamonmuseum in Berlin is a site of slushy activity. Huge pumps are draining out the water from the canal and mud from its bed is being removed by ominous looking mechanised rakes.

A master plan adopted in 1999 by the Prussian Cultural Heritage Foundation, is to totally renovate and modernise the Museum Island area and turn it into a state-of-the-art cultural location by 2015.

How much more state-of-the-art do they want to make it when it’s perfect as it is, I wonder, as I make my way to the Neues Museum which is  one of the five in the UNESCO World Heritage Site museum ensemble. My one-time 50-euro investment in a Berlin State Museums Classic Plus Annual Museum Card allows me endless entries to the permanent and temporary exhibitions in all the 15 state owned museums in the city. And every time I visit the Museum Island, I bristle with anger and feel pangs of sadness at how India treats and protects her heritage and antiquities vis-à-vis Germany, my adopted home for the present.  

“The Museum Island, as part of the Berlin State Museums and a symbol of every German’s cultural pride, comes under the purview of the Prussian Cultural Heritage Foundation which celebrated its 50th anniversary in 2007. The foundation is funded by the Federal Government and all the 16 states in Germany. The administrative costs are divided between Government and states in a ratio of 75:25. From 2003 onwards the building budget has been provided only by the Federal Government. So, the reconstruction of the Museum Island is undertaken wholly by the Federal Government,” says Press Officer for the foundation, Birgit Jöbstl.

All five museums are at least over a century old. The Altes Museum (built 1823-30) houses classical antiquities – Greek, Roman and Etruscan, from broadly the 1st millennium BCE. The Neues Museum (1843-55) dazzles with a collection that spans the Palaeolithic and Middle Ages in Europe. It also has the Egyptian Museum with an impressive assortment of statues, reliefs and monumental pieces of architecture from different epochs of ancient Egypt from 4000 BCE to the Roman period. The Alte Nationalgalerie (1866-76) boasts one of the finest collections of 19th century Romantic, Impressionist, Neoclassical, Biedermeier and early Modernist art and sculptures.

The Pergamonmuseum (1901) gets its name from the 2nd century BCE Pergamon Altar, the enormous and stunning masterpiece in the museum’s main hall. It vies for your attention along with the equally massive Market Gate of Miletus (2nd century CE), the Ishtar Gate that includes the Processional Way of Babylon (575 BCE) and the Mshatta Façade (8th century CE). Finally, the Bode Museum (1904) is a light-flooded gallery containing Roman, Byzantine, Italian Renaissance, German Gothic and Russian iconographic art from the Middle Ages to the 18th century. It also has a stunning numismatic collection of 4,000 coins and medals from the beginnings of minting in the 7th century BCE right upto the introduction of the euro!

None of the five museums were spared during World War II. Severe bombing, fire and bullets destroyed nearly 70 per cent of the buildings. Old archive pictures of the destruction are shocking. Today, you can see the scars on the pock-marked columns of the Neues Museum and on the massive granite bowl at the entrance to the Altes Museum. As recently as 2009, bomb disposal experts unearthed and defused a bomb on the Museum Island. (Reportedly, Berlin city officials estimate there are some 4,000 unexploded pieces of ordnance still scattered across the capital.)

Post-War, the artworks of the museums were split between East and West Germany. With Museum Island itself falling in East Berlin under the German Democratic Republic (GDR), it became difficult for the Wessies or West Berliners to visit – it was not entirely inaccessible, but a chore to get permission to go to the eastern part of the city.

However, since the end of the War, reconstruction and restoration (often decades long) of the museums have been each successive government’s priority. What’s more, after the fall of the Berlin Wall, the museums’ collections have been re-united ! One by one, the five museums were restored and reopened, the last being the Neues Museum in 2009.

For heritage conservators, both architects and students, the reconstruction and renovation of the Museum Island ensemble is an outstanding example of adherence to the 1964 Venice Charter and the principle of ‘building in existing fabric’. Take the Neues Museum, for example. British architect David Chipperfield and his collaborator Julian Harrap clearly show the historical, original fabric of the brutally damaged building while integrating into it, seamlessly, the new building sections. You step into the entrance and gasp at Chipperfield’s language of architectural formalism merging beautifully with the dignity of Stuler’s late classicism! Such imaginative ingenuity, I think, as I take notes for a paper I will be presenting in Budapest soon on ‘Best conservation practices in India’. I am a little worried because I can’t find any solid examples that can be called ‘best’. The last time I was in India, some months ago, an INTACH official said to me bitterly, “India has far too many unresolved basic issues. Too much corruption, you know that. Conservation is no way a priority.”

Should these be the opening words of my presentation, I wonder, as I peer into the eyehole for visitors to see a simulated model of the Museum Island as it will look like some years from now.

The current reconstruction (2005-2015) is a one billion dollar effort being footed by the Federal Government. It will give the public access to all the museums through one promenade linking them all. There will be a central entrance, cafés and museum shops, and the financier of the (in)famous Amarna excavation, James Simon, will have a gallery named after him. Additionally, the gardens of the Alte National Gallery (located south of the Pergamon) will be transformed to look like they were in 1900.The fourth wing of the Pergamonmuseum  will be completed by 2025.

I’m curious to know what the nitpicky German tax payer thinks of this enormous federal investment. So I ask two friends. One is Uwe Middel, an ex-East Berliner who worked on creating the vitrine where the main attraction of the Neues Museum, the 3,350 year old bust of Queen Nefertiti, is placed. The other is Volker Krah, a former West Berliner who works for the Federal Democratic Party, the junior coalition partner in Angela Merkel’s current government.

“Berlin itself stands on soft and sandy foundations, and Museum Island is surrounded by a river. The work that’s being done is to preserve the museum’s foundations. Plus remember how badly the museums were damaged during the war. Therefore, the money is well spent. The Museum Island is a symbol of great pride for most of us Berliners. Look at the number of international tourists it draws. Once completely renovated and modernised, it will be inundated with more visitors and the money invested will be recovered in no time,” Uwe tells me.

Volker echoes the same sentiment. “The Museum Island contains some of our most important museums with amazing collections. Money spent on its reconstruction will be earned back as the tourist inflow is tremendous,” he says. “Of the 4.6 million visitors to the Berlin State Museums in 2011, some 3.4 million of them visited the Museum Island. However, it is the Prussian Palace reconstruction opposite the Altes Museum which is a crazy idea. What for? I would have preferred to keep the Palace of the Republic (the GDR parliament), since it’s an architectonical icon and also a mark of our troubled political history.”

The average Berliner’s involvement and engagement with the heritage landmarks in the city is deep and highly impressive. World War II, their Nazi past and the flarings of the neo-Nazi mood even today, continues to keep Berliners vigilant. They care and voice and their opinions about what stays and what goes in their city. Also, Berlin is dotted with various and varied Jewish memorials, and exhibitions of the horrific years under the Third Reich are a regular feature. The ongoing reconstruction of the Museum Island is a metaphor for the rebuilding of the post-War and post-Wall German identity.

While former East and West Berliners may still look upon each other with condescension and be quite vehemently opposed in their opinions on issues such as gentrification of the former East or nostalgia for socialist times, they are certainly united in their pride over Museum Island.

You can totally empathise with that feeling. My feet always quicken in excitement as I approach the ensemble. It is not just their collections but also their architecture which is a visual delight. The buildings tower in testimony to the various approaches to museum design over the course of the 20th century. The architecture of each reflects the essence of the art it houses.

The complex was inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage List in 1999 under the following criteria:

‘Criterion (ii): The Berlin Museumsinsel  is a unique ensemble of museum buildings which illustrates the evolution of modern museum design over more than a century.’

‘Criterion (iv): The art museum is a social phenomenon that owes its origins to the Age of Enlightenment and its extension to all people to theFrench Revolution. The Museumsinsel is the most outstanding example of this concept given material form and a symbolic central urban setting.’

Yes, the central urban setting is quite dramatic. Located on a spit of land on the rippling River Spree in the heart of the city, the museum ensemble does take your breath away. Whether you approach it facing the grand Neoclassical facade of the Altes Museum or from the bridge across the Baroque and imposing Bode Museum, the visual impression is pretty overwhelming. And no matter how often you visit the museums, you never tire of their treasures.

 At NeuesMuseum, it is the 14th century BCE Egyptian Queen Nefertiti who rules over the other exhibits. She gazes with hypnotic and inscrutable eyes (one a cloudy-milky white sans pupil) at the multitudes that flock to stand worshipfully before her. Lit most artfully to accentuate her exquisite bone structure and placed in regal isolation, the swan-necked, toffee-skinned, full-lipped Lady of Grace with her characteristic crown has been listed by Time magazine as among the Top 10 Plundered Artefacts.

For decades now, Cairo (led by chief Egyptologist Zahi Hawass) has been demanding the return of their cultural treasure which was unearthed by archaeologist Ludwig Borchardt of the German Oriental Company in 1912. It is widely reported that Borchardt  diverted  attention from the bust’s significance, even lied about some key facts pertaining to it, so he could spirit it away as part of Germany’s 50 per cent share of the dig. Since the 1920s, the beautiful Lady of The Two Lands (one of her many titles) indeed has been sitting imperially at the heart of a raging controversy between two lands: Egypt and Germany.

But it seems like the Egyptian queen is safer here in Berlin. Would she have survived the looting of the museum in Cairo during the Arab Spring, ask German officials who’ve insured her for US$390 million and placed her lovingly in a bullet proofed vitrine.

The ethics about the ownership of antiquities is a hot and oft debated topic in art circles and academia. Of course, there’s the camp that believes that objects must be returned to their country of origin. Then there’s the other, the one I belong to, which holds the belief that precious artworks must stay where they are safe and are exhibited responsibly and aesthetically, and which entice and are accessible to large numbers of people.

More than one million visitors came in 2012 to see just the gorgeous Nefertiti bust at the Neues Museum, which knows how to cleverly leverage its most valuable inhabitant.  

The ongoing exhibition here (7 Dec 2012 to 4 Aug 2013), titled ‘In the Light of Amarna: 100 years of the Nefertiti Discovery’, had its 250,000th visitors on 21 March this year. The lucky couple from England were welcomed in person by Friederike Seyfried, Director of the Egyptian Museum and Papyrus Collection of the National Museums in Berlin. With objects from the collections of other Berlin museums and supplemented by loans from museums abroad, ‘In the Light of Amarna’ also has excellent and comprehensive interpretation materials.

These include interactive panels, copies of the exhibits which visitors can run their hands over for a tactile experience, Braille panels, excellent audio guides, well read and highly informed human guides, and access for the disabled. I remember the words of the legendary American journalist and conservationist Freeman Tilden, one of the first people to set down the principles and theories of Heritage Interpretation in 1957: “Through interpretation, understanding; through understanding, appreciation; through appreciation, protection.”

The Museum Island embodies all these principles.  Everything you study and read about in academics can be seen translated and manifested in this magnificent site: pride in heritage, multi-stakeholder partnership in conservation, government-public-private efforts, and further awareness raising through constant communication, public relations and marketing.

Nora Epstein, in her 2004 essay ‘Heritage as an object and product of identity’ called heritage places lernorte or places of learning which make people sensitive to their multi-layered identities. But you can also see lernorte as places where one culture or people can learn from another on how to protect their own heritages and heritage monuments.

There are several lessons for India here. For example, it is tragic to see the way our famed and splendid Chola bronzes are displayed in the Tanjore Museum: poorly lit, badly manned and with almost no interpretative materials. It’s not that we lack the knowledge or the resources to take care of our antiquities and heritage places. The words of the embittered INTACH official come to mind. And then, I think of our artworks in the London museums. Stolen most surely, but nevertheless aesthetically displayed, well interpreted and certainly much better protected. It’s also very silly that people get pseudo-defensive and patriotic when efforts are made to share best practices, worthy of emulation, observed and brought back from other countries.

With this thought, I make my way through the lively and colourful flea market that springs up every Sunday by the path that borders the museums. Just a little ahead, directly opposite the Pergamonmuseum, are the modest digs of the Frau Chancellor Angela Merkel. The German Iron Lady practices the austerity she preaches at least when it comes to her security personnel. Just two sauntering idly outside her home! You can walk within an inch of them and they will smilingly wish you Guten Tag (depending on the kindliness of the weather, of course) without aggressively shooing you away from the property. There’s none of the Amma-worship or embarrassing sycophancy here. The government surely has its flaws, but when it comes to heritage protection and interpretation you can’t help but admire their patriotism towards their patrimonie, real in this case!

With these thoughts, I stand before the grand Apse Mosaic from Ravenna at the Bode Museum. Oftentimes I think that I spend hours in this particular museum because I love its architecture more than its collections. I love the way the natural light floods into its halls, particularly in the one where I am standing. From your viewing position before the mosaic, you look out of the window on your right and see the flowing river. You are standing on an ancient and historic spot. This is not just a UNESCO World Heritage Site. There’s far more to it!

Not far from here, in fact, in the southern part of this island was found the earliest evidence of settlements in this region. In a 2012 discovery, a wooden beam dating back to around 1192 CE and wooden house parts dating back to 1174 AD were unearthed. The town of Cölln was located on the southern part of this spit of land, then called Fischerinsel, first mentioned in a 1237 document. The town of Berlin, mentioned in a document from 1244, was located across the Spree in what is now called the Nikolaiviertel. Both towns merged in 1307 and came to be called Berlin.

It is befitting that the five great monuments dedicated to high culture and humanity should rise like phoenixes on this hoary ‘cultural landscape’ – defined by UNESCO’s World Heritage Centre as “cultural properties … represent[ing] the combined works of nature and of man”.

 This is one island you would gladly be stranded on.

unendlich unentbehrlich unentgeltich

die haarnadelle einer forelle

die blauen handschuhe einer henne

die mitze einer roten maus

(infinite essential priceless

the hairpin of a trout

the blue gloves of a hen

the cap of a red mouse)

Four exquisite lines.  Now, I’m hooked to Ernst Jandll (1925-2000).

Memories of Malta

Maltese experience

“10 days in an island that’s just 27 kms long and 14.5 kms wide ! A rather long time in a fairly small place, don’t you think?” said friends concernedly when I told them that I was flying off to Malta for a break. But, as I gazed out of the airplane window, my heart was soaring like a sea-gull  at the thought of the blue-green sea, the salty surf, the toasty sun and all the sumptuous fish I would eat. Though I had done some basic research into the island’s history, I hadn’t been prepared for its hoariness. Honestly, 10 days is NOT enough here, was a recurring thought as I walked down secret alleys, knelt in old churches, leaned over bastions, listened spell-bound of stories of ancient wars and let the wind whip over my face at the site of pre-historic temples. My Maltese experience was wholesome, to say the least.
If you like, you can begin your visit to the island with a virtual Maltese experience. A 45-min audio-visual orientation to the island titled “The Maltese experience” which tells you of the island’s 7000- yr old history. The screenings take place several times a day at St Elmos bastions at the east end of the Mediterranean street in the new capital Valetta. A sit-through is a great way to start your strolls and swims in and around this little island.

The Maltese magnet

What took me to Malta in the first place? Well…actually it wasn’t so much the thoughts of idylls on the island as much as the memories of a certain someone with whom I had studied with in Cardiff some 10 years ago. Touchdown. I dance out in excitement and in a flash I’m engulfed by a just-about 5 ft, happy, warm tornado. VM sweeps me into her car and races it (like it were her boat) to her home in Swieqi (pronounced ‘swiee’), a pretty suburb with homes the colour of whipped butter and their terraces spilling over with rich-red hibiscus and bougainvillea, purple with Mediterranean passion.
VM is the Editor of an online news portal that covers current affairs in Malta. VM is not the Editor and Business and Economic commentator for nothing. Her remarkable intelligence, efficiency and resourcefulness come from having started her career as a boat-hand, chef-on-high-seas, tourist guide, child minder, librarian, PA and medical secretary and a life lived in places wherever the ships docked.Is it any surprise then that my itinerary is as perfect and well-organised as her office desk and her boat on the Marina’s pontoon!

The old Maltese Mystique

I’m whisked off to Mdina, the old capital of Malta which dates back to 350 BC. It’s a short drive through a starkly arid landscape but there’s so much beauty in the great outcrops of limestone, rugged grey streaked with honey yellow. We stop not for coffee but to pick opuntias, prickly figs that grow on what look like cacti. Covered with feather-fine and big sharp thorns, these juicy fruits can be plucked only with covered fingers. We take a huge bunch of them home to soak them in cold water so the thorns fall off letting you cut open the leathery skin and bite into the luscious, juicy flesh with small nutty seeds.
But now, the sky is a powder blue with no clouds and the vistas look biblical and oriental in the same breath. St Paul was ship-wrecked here in 60AD and converted the island’s inhabitants to Christianity. Under the Roman empire (starting 218 BC), the island was called “Melite” but their and the subsequent Byzantine rules were cut short by the Ottomans who conquered the islands in circa 870 AD giving it its present name Mdina. The Normans wrested the island from the Arabs and then there was a succession of foreign rulers before the Knights of the Order of St John received the island from Charles V in 1530. This beautiful walled city has seen unimaginable destruction -war with the Turks (The great Siege of 1565) and a powerful earthquake in 1693. Yet it rose like a Phoenix from the ashes as both the church and civic authorities re-built it from rubble. The St Paul’s Cathedral, the Magisterial Palace, the Bishop’s palace (to name a few) are architectural masterpieces in the Baroque style.
Our steps, through the narrow quaint alleys, lead us to Fontanella, a charming café situated along the bastion and which is renowned for its pastries. We tuck into massive wedges of chocolate cake and sip hot coffee and gaze down and far across the stark landscape towards Valetta.

The new and vivacious Valetta

The new capital gets its name from Grand Master La Valette who commissioned the construction of the city after the Great Siege of 1565.We drive up the windy, wide road to Valetta on a height and the Auberge de Castille (housing the PMO) greets us grandly at the entrance. Green louvered windows on a rich yellow façade adorned with symbols of drums,swords and flags. It’s an arresting sight. The area is planned like a grid and it’s easy to wander about from this cathedral to that museum. There’s so much to do here.
First I pick the absolutely stunning and sumptuous St John’s Co-Cathedral and its museum, completed in 1577.The Knights of St John dedicated it to the patron of their order-St John the Baptist. The somber façade of the church doesn’t quite prepare you for the riot of gold and flamboyant ornamentation within. Massaging my neck, I gaze up at the vault with its paintings of scenes from the life of St John and then I carefully walk only on the carpeted area as the floors are actually tombstones made of inlaid marble . The sanctuary itself is breath-taking ! A larger-than-life size sculptural group representing the baptism of Christ adorns it and the gold all around invest the figures with a warm glow.
I also spend two thoroughly engrossing hours at the The National Museum of Fine arts (formerly a 16th century palace) with its small but exquisite collection of works by Maltese and European artists. The Southern Italian artist Mattia Preti’s (1613-1699) biblical representations stop you at the very entrance on the 1st floor; and then you walk in a daze to feast your eyes on the other Italian, Dutch, French and British masterpieces.
I round off my visit with a walk upto the Upper Barrakka gardens. From its 50-metre-high bastion, the Mediterranean ripples like blue glass dotted with boats and yachts. The skyline of the 3 cities is like a painting by Richard Saliba.

Cities of Joy

Up until Valetta’s construction in the 16th century, Birgu, Isla and Bormla were the 3 cities along Malta’s Grand Harbour. Their massive bastions erected by the Knights acted as defenses from sea-borne foreign assaults, particularly the Ottomans. Also known as Vittoriosa, Senglea and Cospicua, the 3 cities have hoary histories and maritime pasts. And an impossibly beautiful Marina with gleaming boats and arrogant yachts.
VM and I take an early morning walk along the refurbished waterfront and feast our eyes on the yachts (and the men scrubbing their floors, their tanned biceps rippling in the early morning light). Vijay Mallya’s blinding white Indian Empress towers over them all. “We see it here quite often” remarks VM. I tell her about the leggy models who adorn the Kingfisher calendars so we squint to see if there are any cat-walking on the deck. No luck !
In the evening, the harbor is all lit-up with the water mirroring the dazzle. Cafes and wine-bars along the stretch come alive and the salty scent of the sea is bracing and becalming.
The looming and majestic Fort St Angelo, The Inquisitor’s Palace, the Maritime Museum, the quaint narrow streets with ancient churches here and there, the lush Gardjola Gardens and all that sumptuous Georgian architecture ! But now it’s time for my first dip in the Mediterranean.

Swim and sail

VM tells me that my baby swim in the waters of the Gnejna beach is just that-a baby swim. “You’ll be doing the real thing” when we go to Sicily on Mandy and Ian’s boat” she says excitedly. I loll on the beach towel beside her unable to concentrate on my book, my hair heavy with sea-water and my skin tingling with every whisper of the wind. All I can think of is the sea-voyage the next day !
Ian (our captain), Mandy (VM’s sister), Adrian- their friend, VM and self hop onto Ian’s 47′ NEREUS KETCH (with freestanding masts and wishbones) for the journey of MY life the next morning. It’s an 8-10 hr voyage northwards to the Sicilian harbor of Ragusa. Anxious not to end up as a sea-sick bunk potato, I pop a pill and voila ! all though the voyage, I’m one chirpy sailor-girl who even manages to line in 2 tunas which we cook along with another 2 caught by Adrian. It’s my first such cooking experience. Ian cleans and prepares the fish with deft hands. A pan is set precariously on a swaying gas-stove. Drizzle some olive oil, toss in some whole garlic and place the fish in. Ah such a sizzling if ever there was and what an aroma ! We eat our fresh catch with delicious mounds of rice salad.
(And this meal tastes better than the typically Maltese piselli (mashed peas) and rikotta (cheese) pastizzis I had a few days ago. Better than the lampuki (a typically Maltese fish) pie too. But surely not as good as VM’s Pangasius grill with tomatoes and capers and ruccola !!)
The rest of the journey is one big sun-tanning, reading and chatting experience. We talk about my trip to Gozo, Malta’s sister island.

Grief in Gozo

It rained heavily the day we went to Gozo.We took the ferry northwards, passing the smaller island of Comino, and in half an hour we were at Mgarr harbor. A thick blanket of grey shrouded the island as if in mourning for the Farrugia family. In a fireworks accident, the Farrugia matriarch lost her husband, 2 sons, daughter and son-in-law, all who were employed in the same factory. “Such accidents are not uncommon”, said VM. There are 40 private firework factories in all in Malta and Gozo, providing fireworks for the various feasts of saints that the islanders celebrate. This is the 5th such explosion this year! The fact is that the people want to work there and no one can stop them; and action can’t be taken against the factory unless a family member files a suit.  The bereaved don’t, however, because their family member(s) chose to be employed there making fireworks which they believe are better than those made in their neighbouring villages! “We are so competitive”, said VM, her tone laced with irony.

The funeral was in the afternoon, so we drove to see the Azure Window on the cliffs of Dwejra. The Azure window is just that- a 50 mt high natural window-like formation in the rugged limestone cliff through which you can see the azure blue sea. Then we walked down and around to the Inland Sea and Fungus rock-both arresting sights. We then visited the imposing Basilica of Ta Pinu overlooking the village of Ghrab. The serene and beautiful Madonna here is believed to have effected innumerable miracles and a part of the church contains votive offerings left there by her faithful. We had lunch in an alley beside the towering Citadel at the heart of the main town. Gozo is just 14 X 7.25kms in size .So it depends whether you’d like to do just a day trip or stay for more days to truly get away from madding crowds. Quaint and rustic, Gozo also has megalithic temples and medieval villages as part of its rugged landscape.

The bells tolled and we quickened our steps towards Fontana. The entire village had turned up for the funeral mass in the Catholic National Sanctuary of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus. It was a heart-rending sight and there was not one dry eye as the Farrugia matriarch, wailing from her home balcony, threw white lilies on the coffins of her almost-entire family en route to the church.

After the funeral, VM and I drove around. We were both subdued and melancholy as we stopped at the red-sanded Ramla bay where we took a peek into Calypso’s cave where Homer’s Ulysses was held hostage by Calypso who ensnared him during his journeys.

This is how I’ll always remember Malta

“The clouds cleared by then”, I tell Mandy now as our boat lists heavily to one side and we all squeal in fright and delight as the cobalt blue spray hits our face. “Let’s swim”, says VM and dives into the water. For my amateur-flailer sake, the others let down a dinghy and a rope and I gingerly climb down a small ladder into the almost oleaginous looking and swaying sea. It’s freezing but the others are shouting for me to jump in. Holding my breath, I do !
I first sink like a stone into that soundless blue and then come up gasping, the fiendishly salty water stinging my eyes and going up my nose. But soon, I’m bobbing happily like a buoy and turning my face up for dear Muxu (Ian’s beautiful zebra-coloured pointer) to lick the salt off my face!



Zweig and Rilke

The two reasons why i want to perfect my German.


Appearances had been kept up, and what did truth matter ?

-Stefan Zweig


From Advent

This is my struggle:

dedicated to longing,

to wander the paths of days.

The sturdied,strong,

with thousand rootlets grasping

deep into the terrain of life, through pain

to ripen far beyond life and

far beyond time

-Rainer Maria Rilke


Photo: Anuradha Ananth


Die Farbe der ruhe und stille

-aus meinem Haus in Cottbus, 5 Feb 2012

my own piece of sky


In Berlin at Kurfunstenstrasse.

My friend AS’s cat Besen is a bigger Indophile than his owner ! He would put Mary’s little lamb to shame as he devotedly follows me around the house making no demands whatsoever. And when I leave to go to class, he apparently jumps onto my bed and stays there, all contentedly curled up.

But what’s MOST amusing is the way he has become my self-appointed date for breakfast every morning. He springs gracefully onto the chair across the breakfast table and sits gazing at me unblinkingly as I have my toast and coffee. When I finish and get up, he jumps down and waits patiently for my next move.

AS tells me, Besen has never ever done this before!!

A more ardent and attentive admirer cannot be had. Of course,I’m flattered, Mr Cool-Cat ! And will miss you when I leave Berlin.

lost in my book

“……how moments like this are buds on the tree of life.”

Virginia Woolf’s Mrs Dalloway.

(In Geneva. Reading under soft blue skies and startlingly green pines at V and DM’s home. Pic by AM)