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		<title>More pictures, less words</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8230; I hear a collective sigh of relief. But wait till you see the pictures!
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		<title>The Britisher, the anchor, the writer, the Italian and the editor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So on Thursday 11th evening, I got on the other side of the fence, err, the other side of the mike. Metaphorically of course. I was asked to moderate a &#8220;Fresh off the Shelf&#8221; discussion among a truly eclectic cast of characters: a Britisher, a TV anchor, a freelance writer, an Italian and a newspaper [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On &#8220;A Decade in Books&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What was it that was so dissatisfying about A Decade in Books, a presentation by Nilanjana Roy followed by a discussion with Anita Roy and Amit Varma? It was a sharp presentation – Ms. Roy went through each year in as much detail as possible, she mentioned plenty of interesting facts about the publishing industry [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.caferati.com/kgaf/2010/02/11/on-a-decade-in-books/</link>
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		<title>Half a photography workshop and half a play</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In recent times, I have come across so many writer-photographers, who seem to deftly swing one from avatar to another, that I had begun to feel pretty unidimensional. (Since, when did the arts start merging this way?) But that was about to change. I had enrolled for a Photography Workshop by Shirish Karrale and I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Somebody like you, comes into my life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Less than 24 hours before it was to happen, I was volunteered into &#8220;being in conversation with&#8221; (what a strange expression that is, and yet with what felicity I use it) the singer/songwriter Biddu (the name behind such song standards as &#8220;Kung Fu Fighting&#8221; and &#8220;Aap Jaisa Koi&#8221;). The guilty party knows who s/he is, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>They got rhythm</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My fourth year at Kala Ghoda. The roads were buzzing with people, the kurta-clad, jhola-bearing individuals outnumbering the others by about 5:1. Not that I was complaining.
The Kala Ghoda festival is a nine-day long mela for a large section of Mumbai’s population. This year, as most years before it, the district came alive with art [...]]]></description>
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		<title>It Wasn&#8217;t Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I looked at the Kala Ghoda schedule on Saturday night, I read that three bands were playing the next day -The Other People, Dischordian and Full Moon Rising. The first two in the morning and Full Moon Rising in the afternoon. Since these were the only rock music-like bands performing at the festival – [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.caferati.com/kgaf/2010/02/10/it-wasnt-me/</link>
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		<title>When the nipple took centre stage: Fresh off the shelf</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After missing out on the festivities for three days, I was eager to make up. As I got off the cab, the Parking Lot-turned-Art Display area beckoned lovingly. But Visual Art would have to wait, I had an appointment with Literature. And, I was late.
On stepping into the intimate gardens of the David Sassoon Library, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;The lure of the local litfest&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Nilanjana Roy, who made several appearances on the Literature stage, in Business Standard, on The lure of the local litfest:
Many of us here — writers, publishers and readers — have come to Kala Ghoda post-Jaipur, and we find ourselves easing into the more laidback space, not lamenting the absence of the big-name international stars in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.caferati.com/kgaf/2010/02/10/the-lure-of-the-local-litfest/</link>
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		<title>Wet Paint, Paper Flowers and Dancing Men</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Kala Ghoda Art Festival 2010 kicked off to a rollicking start on Saturday. After sampling a bit of literature, visual art, music and food through the day, I finally settled on theatre for my final course in the night. The play ‘Dance Like A Man’ was being staged at Horniman Circle at 7.30 p.m.
I’ve [...]]]></description>
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