Entries from March 2009

March 21, 2009

It’s Still The Witching Hour

I had such fun being live on air with Chennai Live 104.8FM’s Jane Jeyakumar this afternoon that I wished I’d announced it earlier! Hope some of you caught me there. Here are a few more media snippets on me/the book. Rumjhum Biswas talks about the launch, Vaibhav Vats writes an article based on an interview [...]

March 21, 2009

The Venus Flytrap: Touching Souls

When I was little and lived in homes with real gardens, one of my favourite things to do was to step on the thottanchinungi plant. Its little ferns would shrink to the touch, and then slowly open, repeating these gestures until the agitator bored of them. There’s a rhyme I remember the beginning of from [...]

March 18, 2009

It’s My Party And I’ll Wear Copper Sulphate Blue If I Want To…

Pictorial evidence, as requested in the last post’s comments:
Pix: Dilip Muralidaran.
Also, I wanted to add that Eric Miller pulled a surprise that ended the event with a twist, (thankfully – in lieu of a q+a session) by reading a poem written during the launch. Here it is, reproduced with permission:
“Poem for Sharanya”
On the occasion of [...]

March 17, 2009

After The Chennai Launch

I woke up the morning after the launch with some badass blues. Readings normally leave me feeling exhilarated, but I was so sad that morning that it was over. Good readings are rare in Chennai. Very rare. That I stressed out over it, instead of just savouring it, left me regretful.
That being said, it went [...]

March 9, 2009

Prakriti Foundation and The Park Present… Witchcraft

Prakriti Foundation in association with The Park is delighted to invite you
for the launch of Witchcraft, a book of poems by Sharanya Manivannan
on Friday, March 13 2009 at 6 p.m.
Venue: Leather Bar, The Park, Anna Salai, Chennai – 600 006
Dress code: Black

Praise for the book:
“Sensuous and spiritual, delicate and dangerous and as full as the [...]

March 7, 2009

The Venus Flytrap: Bearing Witness

Somewhere on the road between Thanjavur and Thiruvarur, on the scorching afternoon of the last day of February, I see them. The women among the rice crops. They are bent over, their fingers among the wet and the growing, only their lower halves visible from behind. The van passes them for only a moment but [...]