Page 3 - Kishore Singh

A legacy takes root

Parekh's great ability is taking risks and refusing to confine himself to a trope

Where did my space go?

It appears the kids are now laying claim to more storage space than they currently command

In search of the unfamiliar

There are parts of India that stoutly hold their own against this cultural hegemony, but it is anyone's guess how long that will last

Something for everyone

It is best to be guided by galleries rather than dealers willing to offer discounts - often at your cost

A diner's paradise

Nowhere other than Goa, not even in Kerala, or Pondicherry, is the catch as fresh, the curries as redolent with spices and ingredients

Old is gold

Amendments to the antiquities Act have been on the cards for a while, and it is hoped the government will ease these sooner rather than later. The opening of a museum within Purana Qila in Delhi augur

Organic 'stench'

'A war of words erupts because vegetable peels and shavings are collected', says the author

Artist Nikhil Chopra puts himself on display at The Met, New York

Nikhil Chopra is the first Indian artist to strike it big on an international scale, a part of a group of breakaways who have turned the foundations of the art world on its head, writes Kishore Singh

Of Goans, Dilliwallahs and Gobos

When in Goa, I never admit to being from Delhi, says the author

Don't blame it on me

My weight gain is a result of the cook's calorific regime, says the author

Art, the artist and her body

Transposed on her body, the city is at once familiar and alien, drawing the strings on its multi-layered freedoms and repressions

My chauffeur. Not really!

I find myself paying for his extra hours of duty - even though I don't get to benefit from even the primary ones

I'm staking a claim too...

History may have served our family well, but we are serving it somewhat poorly

Art for the masses

The absence of a mass market for art means there is very little movement where it should be the most

A historical wrong

My father and I did match our wits over matters political, often from opposite ends of the pole

'Vegetating' at home

We did not always go to four, or three, or even two, places, but, yes, we did party-hop, and when we weren't going out, friends were coming home

We're glad the week is over

'I have had 1,783 parties at home', said the author

The artist as a poet

Prabhakar Barwe is that rare artist whose work defies description and cannot be easily slotted under a convenient label

That stinking feeling

If you thought that was the grossest thing to come out of the fridge, you'd be wrong

From jogger to a birdwatcher

What's turned me into a birdwatcher? Well, dear reader, I wake early to go for a walk my son insists on imposing on me, while he snoozes in bed