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Mezze is widely served in the Greek and Middle eastern world. An assortment of little dishes and tasters which accompany a nice ouzo or a glass of wine. So when you read mezze moments you will have tasty snippets of life as I live it, India for four years and now Brisbane Australia, all served up with some Greek fervour and passion.

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Friday, 20 January 2017

JLF 19th January 2017


As mythical and magical as a preacher in full force Anne Waldman started off the JLF with words of caution in this troubled world where chaos and darkness looms but for the salving power of the creative poetic word. She took to the stage like a shaman and the words of her poem "Anthropocene Blues" spoken with fervour and passion captured the thousands who were listening, caused goosebumps on our bodies, with collective approval of the importantance of creative arts to deal with this world of post truths and populism.She is no fan of Donald Trump.
Gulzar, renowned poet, paid tribute to the massive effect the Festival had on the young and urged them to stay connected with their roots and literature. The place was packed, the sun shone and once more after much fanfare at the entrance JLF was off to a massively good start. 

David Hare is probably one of the best known Britsh Playwrights and he answered the many questions of his interviewer with wit and humour. He wrote his memoir "Blue Touch Paper" almost from a sense of bewilderment of what brought him to playwriting. There is no formula, he doesnt really know how plays will be perceived, by audiences when he writes them which is of course the litmus test of success. He likes to be ahead of his time and never shies away from the controversial so he has dealt with 9/11, the Invasion of Iraq and the GFC of 2008. He loves the challenge of writing scenes, particularly where they are to support streams of consciousness as he has done with a number of his plays.He is particularly fond of putting women centre stage. The problem, he notes, is finding male actors who can play the subservient role. 

Sadhguru has a massive following. The naughty and dreamy child of a physician from Mysore he was always getting into trouble at school for not " being there" and just taking himself off physically and mentally to places he would rather be. There were some fascinating insights into this yogi's young life as a motorcycle afectionado and a construction entrepreneur. Finally somewhere on Chamudi Hill of Mysore he had a transformation and felt he had hit a gold mine - he didnt want to miss the opportunity of making it better for the world. He talked engagingly about how most suffering comes from within and therefore it is imperative for the short time we are on this planet to find ways to make our mind work for us. Touching our own inner intelligence will help us find our place in the cosmos. 



Paul Beatty is a big bloke with a booming voice - and he has written this crazy, irreverent and humorous book about a hood somewhere in America where the chief character carries on a strange existence including trying to reintroduce slavery. He is the first American to win the Booker Prize, no small honour and he was unprepared but happy to have done so, as the book is unconventional. Call it satire, call it hypocritical and humorous, he was clearly not going to go along with labels as they mean different things to different people and asked the audience how they perceived his book.


There was a session called the Legacy of the Left - we are all wondering what has happened, is it still alive, will it have to reinvent itself, how can it now sell itself to the people in the rise of populism from Trump to Marin le Pen and other movements world wide. There was consensus it was still alive but needed much resuscitation and then there was a Power Cut ! Ah welcome to India - I thought - I could not have visited without experiencing at least one.

The day ended with the beautiful and diverse poetry of among others Anne Waldman, Ruth Padel,Vladimir from St Lucia, Toshani Ghosh and her infatuation with Patrick Swayze, and the truly impressive Kate Tempest from the UK who is a master of the spoken word, spoken without hesitation, recited with passion and purpose, and from one so very young. 


Thursday, 19 January 2017

How does it feel ...

To be back in India

Back to Hindglish - the gist is key.
Saw my first stray at the airport and my heart missed a beat.
White small cars abound and scurry like ants across the lanes.
Most straddle two, others squeeze into one.
"Rush hour"is a euphemism and a Porsche I saw is destined never to thrive.
Throat clearing and spitting, mouth curved down.
Pedlars songs early morn, brought a smile.

Hazy smog fog
Dust dust dust
Brahmini kites soar
Minah birds scavenging on tarmac
Rape seed fields in yellow bloom,
Slowly edged out by a frenetic building boom.

Trust transferred to Balwant Singh.
To negotiate motorway madness
Headlights deemed permit to travel
Wrong way to traffic flow.
Saw my first camel cart
And a new Japanese Zone.










Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Changi's best kept secret

Forget the Louis Vuitton and the Prada. I have discovered a whole new angle to Changi Airport in Singapore which is so much more preferable then window shopping for items on display I would not be caught dead with.I am all for diversity in this world, and there is still a market for them, but they are not my cup of tea. I did find another and the cup was full and overflowing.

Did you know the airport has a Butterfly Garden in Terminal 3?  I pushed the heavy door open and was momentarily thinking this was Kew in the Hot House or Brisbane last week. The air was heavy and the moisture palpable but the plants love it and it shows. The pitcher plants were full, the leaves glossy and the flowers bursting with colour. The blossoms were just the kind of triggers that the butterflies are looking for, inviting and sweet with nectar, and ready for indulging in a good feed or some old fashioned hanky panky.

I wandered round taking in the information and the beauty of the butterflies around me – what a perfect way to while away the time a flight is delayed, open to all, but you have to look for the sign and be curious enough to follow it.
Now you know, it’s a perfect little Singaporean secret.






Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Cold and hot snap

Happy New Year Everyone - we left the Uk which despite its state of limbo - ness was remarkably welcoming and peculiarly unseasonal. There were however what I would call some cold snaps, when the frost lies on the ground, the ice forms on the ponds and the grass is spiky and crackly. There is a beauty in this cloak of cold talcum powder and we were able to enjoy a few walks in the early morning, before the sun had a chance to work its magic forming strange tree like structures on the sea  front wall as the frost turned to water.






And then SNAP back in the heat of the sub tropics where the trees are exploding with colourful  energy and the rain has washed the garden fresh and pushed the weeds up in numbers which will have the head gardener aka C tossing and turning in his sleep. And here the warmth of colour signals invitation to others to come and join the fun with wheelbarrows painted by Papua New Guineans and now in the Gallery of Modern Art. 











Saturday, 24 December 2016

Paulson Square

I was walking around London today and I came across a square I did not know. It was called Paulson Square and I walked around it attracted by the beautiful Xmas wreaths on the doors. I dont know if there is an annual competition in the Square for best wreath, but I found myself stopping outside the doors admiring them. They were carefully chosen to match the door, very individual and showed a great sense of pride of place and these were only a few of the ones I chose to photograph. 
Xmas right at your door. 






Friday, 23 December 2016

Winter Solstice

Here in London on the Winter Solstice, the shortest day will soon recede and be over for another year.  The lights shine bright everywhere and the voices rose, in mostly harmonious song, from the wonderful Albert Hall Carol Concert where there were more Santa jumpers, reindeer head bands and twinkly lights to last us a lifetime. We sang with immense joy and love and lots of false notes but oh what cheer. It remains for me to wish everyone a very merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year with more thought, care and consideration for all around us. 


Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Christmas au naturelle

I cant say that it isn't bizarre to think about snow bells and sleighs in the heat of the Antipodean sun - but perhaps the way that celebrating Xmas has evolved here might be rolled out a little more ...

Some clever clogs somewhere sorted the season so that as December approaches the whole of the outside world is coming into the right blossoms and colours, the festive red, the reflective white and the evanescent green. So my neighbourhood does a sterling job of putting a red bow on a poinsiania or letting the light shine out of the red berries on the palm, while the coral tree seems to take the task seriously to heart and turns completely red. The gentle white candles of this garden plant and the flame reds set the tone magnificently and make the season so natural, so warm and inviting. Hot even, so as the Santas prepare for the season of gift giving, it is only natural that they should stop off for a cool beer along the way.