Author Archives: jahnavi

Drunk On Noise
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I crack my face from the computer screen; endless numbers and colours and impressions of others’ lives. Noise, I am drunk on noise. I have drunk so much noise that it flows from my ears and eyes. Now change the … Continue reading →

Sitting Pretty
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I couldn’t stop myself from snapping these yoginis in Topshop’s Regent Street store today. The music was thumping over the sound system and throngs of girls with rainbow nails and Navajo leggings milled around, marvelling at mountains of costume jewelry, … Continue reading →

Sitting Pretty
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I couldn’t stop myself from snapping these yoginis in Topshop’s Regent Street store today. The music was thumping over the sound system and throngs of girls with rainbow nails and Navajo leggings milled around, marvelling at mountains of costume jewelry, … Continue reading →

Where Is Green Parrot?
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I’m getting ready to go up to Hudson to paint a mural at Sadhana Yoga. I’ve only done a few murals so I’m a little nervous, but excited too. Any large canvas is a freeing experience to create on, and … Continue reading →

Where Is Green Parrot?
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I’m getting ready to go up to Hudson to paint a mural at Sadhana Yoga. I’ve only done a few murals so I’m a little nervous, but excited too. Any large canvas is a freeing experience to create on, and … Continue reading →

Paper Prayers
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My friend Jennifer Mazzucco just sent me this beautiful video about Tashi Mannox, an English calligraphy artist. I loved hearing his eloquent thoughts on creating devotional art that doesn’t preach, but just tries to communicate philosophy and ideas that will uplift … Continue reading →

How to Make a Mountain
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It’s that time of year again. Today is Govardhan Puja, when we remember Sri Krishna’s incredible lifting of a sacred mountain in Vrindavan. In the Vaishnava calendar there are so many festivals and as the years go by they stack … Continue reading →

Symphony.
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I am writing without really knowing why. Sometimes writing is motivated by a new understanding, a ‘realisation’. But what realisation do I have? You can realise something, as in understand it, but surely to truly realise something means to ‘bring … Continue reading →

Got Soul?
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I went to a talk today at the Lincoln Center called Soul Music – a discussion on the nature of the soul, and how it relates to the experience of music. What makes music soulful, and what transforms an ‘ordinary’ … Continue reading →

Got Soul?
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I went to a talk today at the Lincoln Center called Soul Music – a discussion on the nature of the soul, and how it relates to the experience of music. What makes music soulful, and what transforms an ‘ordinary’ … Continue reading →

River Devi
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Your broad face ribbed with waves silently watching absorbing we forget to bow to you O devi of the city jogging past your body admiring your beauty feeding you our daily remains. We forget to pray. No flowers sit atop … Continue reading →

River Devi
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Your broad face ribbed with waves silently watching absorbing we forget to bow to you O devi of the city jogging past your body admiring your beauty feeding you our daily remains. We forget to pray. No flowers sit atop … Continue reading →

Live in Love.
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Sometimes I feel like such a classic preacher’s daughter. I saw this ad in the street and instantly started pontificating in my mind. ‘Be quiet!,’ the other, humbler side of me hissed. ‘You don’t have to give a running commentary … Continue reading →

Live in Love.
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Sometimes I feel like such a classic preacher’s daughter. I saw this ad in the street and instantly started pontificating in my mind. ‘Be quiet!,’ the other, humbler side of me hissed. ‘You don’t have to give a running commentary … Continue reading →