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Monday, 10 August 2026

A summer evening at Shakespeare’s Globe



A summer evening at Shakespeare’s Globe, watching A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Couldn’t have asked for a more magical introduction.

Shakespeare’s Globe is one of the most extraordinary buildings in London.

The original Globe Theatre, built in 1599, was destroyed by fire in 1613 when a theatrical cannon misfired during a performance, setting its thatched roof ablaze.

When the Globe was reconstructed and reopened in 1997, every effort was made to remain faithful to the original. Traditional Tudor-style bricks were recreated using clay mixed with goat hair, the structure was built entirely from timber, no steel was used and the iconic thatched roof was restored.

That last detail is remarkable. Following the Great Fire of London in 1666, thatched roofs were effectively prohibited within the city because of the fire risk. Yet, to honour Shakespeare’s legacy, London made a rare exception for the Globe.

As Shakespeare wrote, “All the world’s a stage.” And for the Globe, London was willing to bend the rules to keep that stage alive.

Shakespeare’s Globe is more than a theatre. It is a living piece of history. Inspired by the original Globe, where many of William Shakespeare’s plays were first performed, today’s theatre stands just a short walk from its original site on London’s South Bank.

William Shakespeare (1564–1616) wasn’t just England’s greatest playwright; his stories of love, ambition, jealousy, and human nature continue to speak to audiences across centuries and cultures. Watching one of his plays here felt less like visiting a landmark and more like stepping into the world that shaped theatre as we know it. 

Being from the ICSE 2009 & 2010 batches, our first instinct was to look for Julius Caesar among the books and other things on sale in the shop within the globe complex. Some things just stay with you forever.

The moment we stepped into Shakespeare’s Globe, we found ourselves reminiscing about our English drama classes and our favorite teachers who first introduced us to Shakespeare. Little did we know that, years later, we’d be watching one of his plays in the very theatre that celebrates his legacy.

For those who studied under the ICSE curriculum, English wasn’t just another subject. We had two papers; English I for language, composition and comprehension, and English II for literature. English II was a three-year journey, from Class 8 right up to the board exams in Class 10, with three prescribed books for the 3 years together: a Shakespeare play, a collection of poems, and a collection of short stories. Julius Caesar in particular for myself and R.
This means we probably spent well over a thousand days reading, analysing, memorizing, performing, and living Shakespeare’s words. I don’t think there is any other syllabus in schools or colleges in India where students study the same text so intensively for three years. Perhaps that is why the Shakespeare play we learnt at school is so deeply etched in our memories.

No wonder standing in the Globe felt less like visiting a tourist attraction and more like coming home to an old friend. 

“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.”- Beatrice
From Shakespeare’s comedy 'Much Ado About Nothing' Act 2 scene 1


“Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.”- Rosalind

From ‘As You Like It’ Act 3 Scene 2







Thursday, 6 August 2026

The Book That Led Me to the Forest

Yesterday I came across an interesting interview by Kerala Speak as part of their Service Speak series, featuring Adheesh R, who recently retired as a Range Forest Officer of the Kerala Forest Department. This interview reminded me of a book which was the idea behind this blogpost.

Almost fifteen years ago, as a schoolgirl, I read The Wilderness Family. It was my first introduction to the life of a forest ranger, the wilderness, and the extraordinary bond that can exist between humans and wild animals. Back then, buying books wasn’t something I was allowed to do. This one found its way to me only because a relative visited our home and accidentally left it behind. It’s one of those books that can quietly spark a lifelong curiosity about forests, wildlife, and the people who dedicate their lives to protecting them like forest rangers. For many young readers, it’s less about the plot and more about the feeling it leaves behind: a sense of wonder and a desire to understand the natural world a little better.


Ever since, I’ve been deeply curious about forests and wildlife especially Kerala’s. I’ve always wanted to befriend someone from the Forest Department not just to hear stories of the wild, but to understand their lives, experiences, and the lessons that come from living so closely with nature.


That curiosity only grew stronger after a memorable experience in 11th standard, when my school took us on an educational trip to Eravikulam National Park. We spent three days at a forest guest house and trekked through the park’s core zone. The evenings were filled with fascinating sessions conducted by forest officials, and I still remember being taught how to react if we ever encountered a tiger or a wild elephant during the trek.

It’s one of those experiences that has stayed with me ever since.

If your are a Keralite and is interested to watch such interviews I suggest you, a 11 part Vetinary doctor interview on Safari Channel (Dr.Arun Zachariah- Chief forest veterinary Officer of Kerala) and another interview on The Podcassette Show of Dr.Vinod Kumar he is the first pet clinician who used FNAC for cancer diagnosis in pets- this wasn’t about Wild life experiences yet we get to see a version of human who is in love with animals.

Do comment if you have any suggestions.

Monday, 27 May 2019

 Farhan Akhtar was 18 when he wrote this poem. I happened to listen to him reciting it, on Simi Garewal`s rendezvous (2003). I searched on the internet to find the whole piece of this poetry but it was unavailable so I decided to post it on the web for those who are in need of some burst of thoughts.


You've grown into a fine young tree
The pride of the neighborhood
Standing tall
Flashing green
Home to all your insect friends.

Oh..How everybody loves the tree!

Then suddenly a day appears in pain
An axe chopping through your flesh and blood
You look down
You recognize the face.
Its the man who nurtured you, caressed you.
Its the same man who gave birth to you.

Oh..How he loved the tree!

One final chop
You lye still,dead.
The green fades
The insect leaves
The neighborhood cheers
They get a better view of the sea now.

Oh..how they love the sea!