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An Unplanned Ubud

As Bali’s cultural capital and a city-village of many charms, Ubud ticked off all the right boxes for me – female-friendly, vibrant yoga scene, healthy food everywhere, Balinese massages for a song and a half (as compared to Bombay’s spas), and loads of art and sculpture at every turn. Drawn there by the Bali Spirit Festival…

To catch a street sexual harasser

It’s not everyday that one manages to get a street sexual harasser arrested, but when it does happen it definitely makes for some good news worth sharing. This happened last November, one fine day when I finally felt beyond ‘fed up’ with the 365-day 24/7 menace that women are expected to deal with by not…

A waterfall in Mussoorie

  The geological formation we call the waterfall is perhaps where we get to see water in all its unabashed exuberance, reveling, as it were, in its own beauty. While exploring Mussoorie many years ago, I chanced upon this fortunately secluded waterfall, tucked away like a secret behind a more popular ‘touristy’ waterfall thronged by the crowds.…

Thirst World Countries

  An old painting of mine from 2008, on the water crisis. “Long seen as a problem of only the poorest, the water crisis is increasingly affecting the wealthier nations, economic riches being no insurance against it. The management of water distribution will determine power relations, economic development, the relationship between rich and poor, and…

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A Skyfull of Enchantment

By Namita Kulkarni on 29 May 2014       If places were books, Netala would be that rare timeless classic sitting on a hard-to-reach shelf, in a less-frequented aisle of a quaint bookshop that only incorrigible bookworms make their way to. No snazzy cover jacket to grab eyeballs, no stellar reviews announced on its…

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Life Lessons from Ten Weeks of Travel

by Namita Kulkarni on April 23, 2014 I just returned from a month in Bali and the Gili islands, drawn there by the Bali Spirit Festival and a love of island life. This was preceded by six sunny weeks in Mauritius where I was teaching kids yoga – when I wasn’t hiking or being a beach…

Plan Be

Plan Be

The thought, very simply, was that maybe there is an alternative to being a slave to schedule, even in our clock-dictated times. And if the hammock looks precarious…well the thought of just “being” can be scary in itself…as accustomed as we are to having our lives ruled by our clocks. An unhurried sense of time…