Artist Blog
On Normalizing Urban Foraging
I am a confessed fridge forager. Rescuing wrinkled tomatoes, limp carrots and saggy beets from the bottom of my crisper and making soup out of these expired edibles makes me feel resourceful. I forage to practice frugality, but mostly to procrastinate a trip to the...
Dance of Homeland
I am a second generation Keralite, a third culture kid, whose parents moved to the UAE to make their fortune. Although they loved this country, my parents always talked about the UAE as a temporary place - we were outsiders and could never fully belong here. Yet, as...
D01NCEs with Robots
An idea I had back in 2019. This work-in-progress explores the creative co-existance of robots and humans. Playing on the idea of dance as a metaphor for discovery, negotiation, collaboration and social interactivity, D01NCE is a series of playful performances of...
Star Struck
“I feel the wind on my face, blowing my hair wild.” – Stella from Star Struck This storytelling performance was special for more reasons than one. It was the first offline performance after months of lockdown. Online fatigue had started to set in, compounded by an...
CONNECTED through stories
What’s the fundamental difference between theatre and storytelling? Some argue that if the telling has a lot of movement and acting then it becomes Theatre. But that in my opinion would be a very horse-with-blinkers-on way of looking at it. I strongly believe that if...
Front Line Monologues
Frontline Monologues* are a series of theatrical anecdotes performed to
understand, share and most importantly amplify
the sentiments and voices of those
who put their lives on the line to help others.
*A part of The Matchstick Monologues Series by The Hive Performing Arts. CANADA.
Wood you or wood you not?
The last time you bought a toy for a child, what did you buy? Top picks would probably be stuffed toys, plastic cartoon icons and over stimulating electronic toys because we assume that’s what they’d find cool. But before you know it, they are discarded and end up in...
Ode to the Daily Wage Earner
Dear Daily wage earner, Reminders of your absence are everywhere.In the stains, the creases, the untended yards. In the dried up soil, the dust, the grime… Times are tough so we are tending to these the best we can. But you are missed.For years you have saved us from...
My Meraki
I came across this word about 6 years ago. And it stuck. It is Greek for doing something with soul, creativity and love, so much so that you leave something of yourself, your essence, in your work.This blog is about my many passions. It chronicles my musings on...