Poor India Hungry India

Poor India Hungry India

My irreverent brother loves India – warts and all. He uses this phrase to bait unsuspecting people, especially those visitors from ‘developed’ nations who are voyeurs and consumers of India’s poverty and mishaps. The minute the unsuspecting victim agrees with...
A summer of isolation

A summer of isolation

It has been the worst of times. After all, there is no other way to describe the impact of a pandemic. And yet, the sky today gave meaning to the term ‘sky-blue’, a rare sight in the capital city where I have lived for twenty-five plus years. It has been an...
NOMOPHOBIA

NOMOPHOBIA

Driving down the road, I cross a motorbike: there are two young men on it, sans helmets but with cellphones glued to their ears. As I wonder at their dare-devilry, sorry stupidity, in risking their as well as others’ lives, I am reminded of my cousin who recently...
Till death do us part!

Till death do us part!

Multitasking as is usual, I apply a home-made hair pack while tackling the mammoth task of sorting and putting away the summer clothes. I am looking forward to the hot shower and reading in the sun on the terrace with a steaming cup of coffee. It is still early on a...
Ashtavakra

Ashtavakra

Ashtavakra, the Vedic Sage, was the son of Kahola and Sujata, both Vedic scholars. His parents lived in the ashram of his grandfather, Sage Aruni. As a result, even as a fetus, Ashtavakra was able to hear the chanting of the Vedas and learn much about it. It is said...