I am a writer and actor and it feels good that I can at last say that I am both.
Life is full of mysteries!
Whilst researching my forthcoming book, my acting career unexpectedly took off and the writing gradually slid onto the back burner. Then I acted in an episode of Dr Who about the Partition of India, which again unexpectedly shifted an emotional block and released my writer self.
My forthcoming book, EXHUMATION: ‘The Life and Death of Madan Lal Dhingra’ will be published by HopeRoad on 17th August 2021 and I will be appearing on TV in the new series of ACKLEY BRIDGE on Channel 4.
In the 30 years since the publication of my first book AMRITVELA, much has changed, and I am told that nowadays one needs a presence on line. So it seemed a good idea, as I await publication, to create my own website and write a fortnightly blog in I will explore fragments from my past, reflections from my present and create a personal Millefeuille.
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Paris and Dr Radhakrishnan, 1948
Dr Radhakrishan was a very eminent man, Philosopher, Oxford professor, Knight Bachelor, Educator, Author. When, in 1962, he was appointed the second President of India, Bertrand Russell said ” Plato aspired for philosophers to become kings and it is a tribute to India that she should make a philosopher her President”. He was in ParisContinue reading “Paris and Dr Radhakrishnan, 1948”
1959. SPIDER. Royal County Theatre, Bedford
‘TS Eliot was an American lived in England and became British. WH Auden was English lived in America and became American Who lost and who gained?’ I am looking aimlessly at the yellowing wisteria shedding its leaves in my garden pond when Spider’s words from 60 earlier suddenly appear – from where? I am puzzled ,Continue reading “1959. SPIDER. Royal County Theatre, Bedford”
1947 Letter from Musoorie
My first ‘object’ is a letter. First letter, first school, first separation. I remember writing it. I am four years old. In an English boarding school in Musoorie, up in the Himalayas, sitting in a room with my 9 year old sister. There is a grownup there watching over us and we are writing aContinue reading “1947 Letter from Musoorie”
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