The Songbird on my Shoulder

A collection of short spurts of thought which result in the funny, thought-provoking, poignant worldview of a Madam who lives in Pune, India - the Oxford of the East, the Home of the Shrewsbury Biscuit, and the road-accident fatality-and-brain-damage capital of the world.

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Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Mandai Nostalgia

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Mandai 26 Jan 2021 Yesterday at Mandai was so very different from what it has been for the past five years. Since 2016, the first half of R...

Friday, June 30, 2017

For lovely M on a special birthday

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Jewellery made with precious metals and stones is one of the most popular traditions of India. In my father’s community, the Kanara Saraswa...

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Sunday, January 29, 2017

Art in a Pune veggie market, again

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Art Mandai 2017 Last year, Gauri Gandhi called some Pune artists together to sit in Mandai, Pune’s historic vegetable market, and exhibit...

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Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Back in Mid-day, after a long while ...

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Out of the blue, Dipanjan Sinha called a few days ago with questions about my paintings for Mid-day. I haven't shown for a while and it...

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Art Mandai

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monsterdotcom (an installation by Saaz Aggarwal) Kunal Ray, a professor at Flame University, wrote this descriptive article, Art in ...

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Happy Birthday Mumma

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Sunday, November 13, 2005

Bombay Clichés at Kamalnayan Bajaj Art Gallery

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Kamalnayan Bajaj Art Gallery is a pristine space – beautifully maintained and managed. As someone without training or experience or even a...

Thursday, February 27, 2003

Crawford Market

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For a few weeks each year, mangoes hit the ceiling at Crawford Market. Higher and higher they pile, their prices swinging in inverse propo...

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Saaz Aggarwal: Saaz Aggarwal was born in Bombay on 5 October 1961, so close to Chowpatty Beach that to set sail and embark on a long voyage right away, all she had to do was cross the road. Just as well she didn’t, though, because a motion disorder that caused violent retching even while watching movies shot with a hand-held camera manifested (shortly after the discovery of the hand-held camera). At The Lawrence School, Lovedale, she was dull, unmotivated and an ideal illustration of Newton’s First Law (which states that a body continues to be in a state of rest or uniform motion unless compelled by an external force to change that state). It was further a period when her bushy (and rather splendid) single eyebrow required extensive maintenance with a pair of garden shears. In 1998, the same year in which she was awarded a ‘Best Mumma Ever’ cup as birthday present, Brown Critique, an eminent poetry journal, described her as ‘a well-known Mumbai-based editor and columnist who lives in Pune’ which prompted her to rush about telling people that she was ‘well known’. This blog documents her life as a Madam.

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