The name refers to the “Garden of Lakes”, surrounding the property as the lakes are. The forest wetland around the hotel is man made and has grown to its current lush proportions over the last 15 years.
Surrounded by humming bamboo and the majestic banyan and Maara trees, the whole experience is truly like being ensconced in the arms of a tropical wilderness.
The hotel itself sprawls across 28 acres of reclaimed agricultural land and is outfitted with four types of villas: Garden, Paddy, Water and Forest with the latter being the top of the range.
The premises around the hotel are also the natural habitat of the extremely shy, retiring and endangered Slender Grey Loris. Visitors can go on a late evening safari led by the Hotel’s naturalist, to spy these tiny primates.
Definitely a worthwhile trip to get away from it all and to reconnect with the wonderful, wild side of nature.
VERSE|DID YOU HEAR THE NEWS TODAY?
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Did you hear the news today?
A friend asked avidly
Like a magician about to pull
A rabbit from his brolly
Scratch that, it’s actually a hat
Poetic license at play
But let me get back to the topic at hand:
What he was about to say
I looked at him expectantly
My facial muscles tense
I had to look the part you see:
Eyes wide in burning suspense
He was about to share the stuff
Of top notch gossip rags
My left eye twitched, I wish he’d just let
The Infernal cat out of the bag
It’s not that I’m averse to all
The spice of life a-brewing
Some days … well, actually most
I’m just happier not knowing
Did You know he finally said
That we’re all figmental beings
Of someone’s mad imaginings
The Covid and even us yuman beans
I looked at him, blinked in surprise
Then laughed a merry laugh
At least it wasn’t about the politico
Who looked startlingly like a giraffe
That thought has passed my mind
I said, conversationally
Our glitchy Clockwork Universe
And the matrix anomalies
News that wasn’t “news” deserved
Obscurely fab theories
Fuzzy heads and tails and all
I thought, to keep it company
He looked at me with great disdain
What’s your frickin’ deal?
Just call it what it really is
We’re hamsters in a wheel!
We’re hamsters in a wheel! I sang
We’re chasing our own tails
Creating our little purgatories
We’re chasing our own tales!
And so I heard the news that day
And it had made me grin
The universe too, doesn’t mind a few
Light jabs every now and then.



VERSE | THE QUINTESSENTIAL INTROVERT
I am the quintessential introvert
There was a time I had my social spurts
But all that seems like a lifetime ago
The Corona gave that spacetime a blow
I absolutely love my solitude
When I say ‘Leave me be’ I’m not being rude
It’s just the way I’m internally wired
Too much nodding and smiling just makes me tired
That’s not to say that I spurn the cliche
Of the Island that No Man Is
I’m just more prone to proverbs that sweep
Through Still Waters that tend to Run Deep
And now I’m on the back foot yet again
By that adage I didn’t mean I’m a Brain
An Einstein, a Galileo or an Edison
(Well .. maybe a tad like A. Tennyson)
Dear reader I’m the embodiment of reserve
I don’t seek adulation that is undeserved
But even as I spin this meter and rhyme
I think every enterprising poet doth have her time
In the shining confluence of our universe
Of writers, and scribblers, masters of verse
But since I’m the quintessential introvert
I’ll tell my tales from my quiet corner on earth
Still, if by some providential twist of fate
Some of you think that my writing’s first rate
Know that I still love my solitude
I’ll thank ye kindly and then I’ll respectfully brood.



VERSE | THE PERFECT LATTE
She bubbles and she froths
She spills over on the table cloth
She frolics and she plays
My steaming mug of latte
Voluminous creamy lace
Hiding her caffeinated face
Her heart swells in youthful glee
On the table in front of me.
I read; wait a while; turn a page
In latte time, it’s already middle age
The lace is tattered, burnt skin showing through
The passionate heat has left the brew
Mindful of its waning charm, I grip
My mug of latte to take a sip
I grimace, the perfect moment has passed
I get a mouthful of tepid coffee, alas!
She’d sat before me, in gracious state
I ignored the moment, realized too late
And so it is with so much in our lives
Rich with serendipity, with do-overs rife
But we sit back ignoring the universe
Rueing our luck - ‘Our fate is cursed!’
Opportunities come and pass us by
‘It’s just God’s will’ we blame it on high
But here’s the truth, simple and clear
The passivity, the stupor is unfounded fear
So as each opportubity bubbles and froths
Onto your life’s pristine table cloth
Know this is your moment to make your own
Reach out to receive it before it has flown.


VERSE | RECLAIMING OUR HUMANITY
KINDNESS, it’s such a simple thing
And yet we speak of it like it was the benevolence of kings
DIGNITY, such a basic quality
And yet we are in awe of it like it was the Pope’s homily
COURAGE, that gritty stuff of warriors!
We speak of it like it was an unmasterable barrier
HONESTY, its whiteness, and its shades of grey
Always so elusive, like catching the sun’s rays
Being SELF-AWARE, that dialogue with one’s core
Only Maharishis* can ever open up that door
Depleting self-suggestion tells us
How unconquerable are the odds
Of mastering these exalted traits;
This stuff of Allamahs* and gods.
Look within yourself and tell me
That you don’t see the shimmer
Of all these “divine” elements
Some bright, some a little dimmer
It’s time to wrap yourself in your kindness and dignity
To feel the potent warmth of your courage and honesty
That is you, that’s how you were built to be
Take your inertia and your self doubt
And finally throw them out to sea.


* Maharishi: A great Hindu sage or spiritual leader
* Allamah: An honorary and prestigious title carried by only the very highest scholars of Islamic thought, jurisprudence, and philosophy. It is used as an honorific in Sunni Islam as well as in Shia Islam. Allamah is a leader for the Islamic faith.
OPINION | FAITH
Faith: more and more, a tenuous ideology as it has traditionally existed. Increasingly, we are seeing how conventional belief systems are becoming less and less able to minister to the spiritual needs of believers at large.
As our spheres of existence evolve, leaping and bounding into the digital age; as we progressively become part of a smaller and smaller global village, we are also increasingly being faced with unprecedented challenges in terms of how we interact with the communities we live in, and others around the world. More and more we see how intolerance, hate and suffering are being directly perpetrated in the dubious paths of organized belief systems. The way I see it, we have slowly but surely lost our humanity to the relentless machinations of modern day religious powerhouses.
What is Faith then, in the current times? What does it mean to be devout and devoted? Is it a copious measure of ritual practice while the heart continues to race in fear and the mind is a cacophony of discord in times of trial? Is it the demonstration of exalted acts performed in the way of glorifying one’s particular belief system which, at its very core, is selfish and ungenerous? Where every “good deed” is performed on a quid pro quo basis: you are charitable primarily so YOU can go to heaven, and not because someone is needy – (that’s just a circumstantially advantageous outcome). You go to church and to the mosque so YOU can get into the Almighty’s good books so YOU can skip into Eden, not because you have the well- being of your community at heart. All, spiritually depleting ideologies of faith practised solely from a fear of consequences, rather than the simple desire to embody and celebrate our humanity.
What is it then, to truly believe? Could it be simply, the genuine attempt to be the best version of oneself spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically? To be able to look within to become a force for good without? To be able to think for oneself more and to rely less on the divisive narrative of neo-evangelists? Is it to finally pay fit tribute to our innate “God-given” spiritual and mental prowess? To finally breaking through the webs of intrigue and confusion woven by self serving belief systems and sifting through the spiritual antimatter for ourselves.
Look around you. Nature itself has manifested how irrelevant caste, creed and racial differences are. How even more insignificant religiously wrought community and political boundaries are: The recent Corona virus pandemic didn’t pick political or religious sides. No one was beyond the reach of its pestilential nature. Why then are we not heeding what we instinctively know to be true: That our shared humanity is bigger than any individual religion. That our communal joys and sorrows are more spiritually potent than any Sunday service or Friday ‘Khutba’*. That together we are a stronger, better, more spiritually evolved species than we are when projecting our differences of Faith. At the end of the day, the very essence of all religions is entrenched not only in equality, kindness and charity among “our own flock”, but in thoughtfully and inclusively channeling these attributes to ensure one becomes a more universal force for good.
It is time. Time to break through the inertia and the paralysis of our different religions; of the illogical but deeply ingrained ways we are taught to hate one another. It is time to start having the difficult but essential discussions on renewing and revitalising our counter intuitive belief systems. It is time to take back our hijacked/ distorted ideologies of belief and once again breathe the essence of universal humanity into them.


* Khutba: publicly held formal sermon, especially delivered after the communal Friday prayers in the Islamic religion.
KIDSBOOKS | AXIE THE SALAMANDER
There once was a salamander
That lived near Mexico City
She had baby pink feathery gills
And was really rather pretty
She was called Axolotl
After the ancient Aztec god
Who changed into a salamander
To escape the blade of the sword
But Axie was a wise one
She was already ten years old
She swam in the waters of her lake
Eating larvae, fish and worms
Axie also had a brother
He was called Axie-lad
He’d swim about and gaily shout
At tadpoles that had just hatched
But when there was danger
From birds and Axo-catchers
The Axo siblings hid away
In the depths of their lake waters
So if you’re ever walking around
The lakes of Mexico City
You might just see the Axie twins
So have your camera ready!

VERSE| I AM THE MAN
This is for Noor, Qurat-ul-Ain, Saima and the countless nameless others that we never get to hear of, that have lost their lives to the shameless, lawless brutality of the men in their lives.
I am a man
I was born the only son of the family
I was born in the arms of plenty even when scarcity surrounded me
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth even while my sisters shared the dregs of their copper bowls
I was born with the mantle of privilege and opportunity cloaking my lusty body.
I am a man
I grew up learning that I was better than my sisters.
I grew up knowing I was special.
I grew up expecting the world to be my oyster.
I grew up demanding that every whim and every fancy be fulfilled as naturally as I breathed.
I am a man
I know I am one of the special Male Fraternity
I know I have a world of unique advantages in my patriarchal homeland
I know that I can let my unbridled desires carry me on strong, brawny wings
I know that I can have anything I want.
I am a man
I take what I want every time I want it
I seize what my heart desires whenever it feels thus inclined
I possess by true means or false, whatever I covet
I destroy by any means I can that which I cannot have.
I am the man
I am the man who wanted a woman who did not want me
I am the man who was insulted, offended, livid at this dismissal of my desires
I am the man who then ignited the flame of his honour and masculinity
I am the man who avenged the unrequited heat of his loins
I am the man
I was born with the mantle of privilege and opportunity cloaking my lusty body.
I grew up knowing I was special.
I knew that I could have anything I wanted.
I destroyed by any means that which I could not have.
I am the man who ended her.


KIDSBOOKS | THE CURIOUS LITTLE AYE AYE
The Aye Aye is a primate
That lives in Madagascar
She lives in trees and won’t come down
No matter how nicely you ask her
She has big round yellow eyes
That are her torches in the night
They help her look for juicy bugs
That are hiding out of sight
Tap tapping with her fingers long
She knocks on the trunks of trees
She’s quite polite and lady-like
And will enter with an “If you please”
But once she finds some insects
She quickly rips away the bark
Then she sits on a cozy branch
Enjoying her bug-feast in the dark / To dine finely in the dark?
For fun she scampers all along
The branches of the trees
Her squirelly tail like a balancing rail
Helps her jump very easily
And that’s the tale of this creature odd
That looks like a little bear
The Aye Aye with her shining eyes
That lives in Madagascar

KIDSBOOKS | SPARKLEMUFFIN THE SPIDER
There was once a spider small
He was only a quarter inch tall
But what he lacked in height and strength
He made up for with his confidence
He was quite a gifted dancer
A funny leg shaker, a cheerful prancer
He had bright blue and red stripes on him
This happy little spider called Sparklemuffin
Sparklemuffin was always showing off
His marvellous dance skills to his lady loves
And when he was being especially cute
He’d wave his dancing legs all about
He’d wiggle and waggle his body around
Sending love signals through the ground
The girls would twitter upon their twigs
As Sparkly danced his wonderful jigs
Then the ladies would all cheer and clap
As he finally shook open his belly flap
He’d shimmy and shake, wave his legs all eight
He’d get all the ladies into quite a state!
His show done, he’d climb up on the fence
And bow and smile for his audience
You’ll never see a funnier drama king
Than the rocking and rolling little sparklemuffin.

KIDSBOOKS | DUMBO THE OCTOPUS
Dumbo was an octopus
Who lived on the ocean floor
He was the cutest little thing
And had big floppy ears
But they were not really ears you see
Just fins that flopped about
He looked like Dumbo the elephant
So that’s also the name he got
Dumbo the little cephalopod
Was as lonely as can be
He didnt mind the zero sunshine
But how he wished for some company!
One day while nibbling on some snails
Wondering what colour to wear that day
He spied a stranger floating above
Had another octopus come down to play?
He umbrella-drifted towards his new friend
Blowing bubbles along the way
He gaily waved his eight tentacles
But the stranger kept floating away
Dumbo blinked and saw that he had
Mistaken a bunch of old seaweed
For a buddy who’d play fun games with him
Diving, swimming and hide ‘n’ seek
He decided to wear [put your favorite color here] that day
Changing the colour of his skin
Dumbo knew that some day soon
He would drift into his best friend.

KIDSBOOKS | BEEZLE THE TASMANIAN DEVIL
Beezle lived along the coast
Of the island of Tasmania
He looked a lot like a bear
With a crazy feeding mania
He was noisier than a steam engine
when he was ticked off
He’d snort and scream so loudly
That he’d end up with a cough
His friends asked him to take
Mood management lessons
To become nice and gentle
And kick his anger tantrums
But Beezle would just grumble
Under his breath at them
And walk back into the coolness
Of his great grand-daddy’s den
At sunset he would come out again
Snorting in disgust
He would look for food to eat
Delicious meat was a must
He’d fight off anyone who came
Disturbing his evening meal
He’d growl out loud and even bite
Them if they didn’t leave
The other animals would stay
Far far away from him
They called him the Tasmanian devil
He was a hellish little thing!
And so I end this story of
Beezle the Purinina*
He still lives in his family den
And is still noisier than a hyena.

* Purinina: aboriginal name for the Tasmanian devil








