In 2013, Apoorva put this up as his Facebook status update: Some electives for the upcoming Autumn term. What would you like to study? Sociology of the upper-middle class Misogyny and education Poetry of poverty Mental health in patriarchal societies Conflict and negotiation in family settings Mathematical methods for personal relationships Psychology of empathy History […]
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Everytime we visit the Foodhallen my faith in humanity is restored. You might think that is a bit of an exaggeration but it is true. Let me explain, firstly, it is a recycle project, and you know how much I like those (remember this post about The High Line). So, while it commercially opened as a […]
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The idea was to grab lunch outside. We picked up Apoorva who was working in Coffee Company and started walking in the general direction of Sarphati Park. We kept striking off places as we went, not this, not that. We crossed Hotel Okura and walked passed a branch of Loetje. I have been to the Loetje […]
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We had dinner at Mama Makan. Though for Hindi speakers it sounds like Mama’s house, in Indonesian it means Mama’s Food. The concept is that you are at Mama’s kicthen, sitting on the table, with mismatched yet charming plates, old quaint cutlery that is heavy and solid like Mama’s love (I suppose), and Mama brings out […]
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This is a post about an article written by Apoorva Mathur that throws light on work place cultural nuances along with disparity between the Dutch and Indians. I enjoyed the manner in which he places emotions alongside tasks and relationships, without dealing with them as the “other” or the “elephant in the room” or something that is […]
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On A Train for A Personal interview. 10 Jan. 2015. 8:33 am train from Schipol to Paris Nord, announcement: “you can travel in this train only if you have reservations.” There is no sunrise yet. The sky is grey; the green of the fields, streetlights, and darkness hangs over the landscape, the train is rushing […]
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Saturday, January 10, 2015, I was to be in Paris for the day to meet poet and translator Marilyn Hacker. I had many questions about her experience with the ghazal and ghazal poets; she was generous enough to offer her day to me. On Monday 5th I booked my tickets to travel by the Thalys […]
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