Krishnammal Jagannathan freedom fighter cum social activist and founder of LAFTI in Nagapattinam, by Amy (Australia); Chasing the north east Monsoon, our MM team Member chased monsoon from Chennai, meet the Metrological Survey of India by Caroline (Denmark); Chasing the Danish tradition at Taharangambadi by Caroline (Denmark); "Life of a fisher man" in Nagapattinam, Pondycherry, Kanyakumari & Chennai. village voice at fisher man village at Nagapattinam Hanae Arki (Japan);
Malligai: The Pride of Madurai
Nilgiri Tahr: Mountain Acrobats
Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary: Bonding with Nature
The Tahr and I: Eminent Field Biologist
A Seamless Blend of the Real and Magical
Chinnakanal: Mountain Meanderings
One of the Head, One in Every Crowd
When he first called me up to ask directions to my residence, he sounded no different from any other call taxi driver. I live in the outer fringes of Madurai. Despite my clear directions, it always irritates me that drivers never seem to get it right and ring me up not once but several times.
Manoharan seemed no different from others like him. As he called once again to confirm the directions, I quelled the familiar irritation in my tone.
Isabelle Brotherton-Ratcliffe, who formerly worked in one of London's best known food shops, famous for its connoisseur tea brands, decides to discover for herself the missing links in the tea production process from leaf to packaged product. She travels to Kolukkumalai Tea Estate, the world's highest tea garden in the Munnar Hills in Kerala, that provides her vital clues in the chain that connects this mountain top haven with the cup of tea in her London home
For a few weeks in the autumn of 2010, I worked in one of London's most famous food shops, best known for selling tea. For an avid tea drinker like me,
Krysten Maier meanders around Chinnakanal, a picturesque little village tucked in the Munnar Hills and weaves a portrait of a village that is a hub for tea and cardamom cultivation, and of course, in recent years, tourism
We were a company of ten, packaged into two tiny jeeps, braving the bumpiest road I had ever personally encountered. Getting shaken up like paint cans in the box of the vehicle as we wound around the pathways of the Munnar hills, I had no idea where we could be heading, how there could possibly be a town among all this foliage.
Our journalists have different missions: write about Madurai, give information about what's going on, spread cultural information but they are also very keen to meet local people and share their everyday work and experience with them. They are in touch with local children and students in Madurai. They are organizing creative writing sessions in different schools. They are also preparing articles written with Indian students in universities.