Don’t we all live in our own stories? The story of me, the story of you As it plays out, everyday, day after day, So unique, our stories Each one weaving a tale that is only one’s own… The people we meet, the friendships we make The experiences, good and bad Those times we spend …
And so election season is nearly upon us – at least four states (all biggies) will go to the polls this year. Unless the “one nation one election” proposal is implemented, this election process will continue throughout the year, year-on-year, perpetually. One set of assembly elections gets over, panchayat elections take over. Then another set …
Was a bit of an adventurous Sunday. Well, almost. We set out to Al Qudra Lake and religiously followed Google Maps, regardless of the street signs showing a slightly different detour. And well, we did end up at a lake, but it was the Expo lake, not Qudra. A good drive, except for the last …
And so Keshav finally discovered ‘Toy Story’ today. I had attempted to show him the movie around a year back, maybe it was too early back then. This week however, he started to speak about Mr. Potato Head and Buzz Lightyear, possibly introduced to him in school, and so I saw the opportunity. Saturday mornings …
Spent some time at the airport today… People…a lot of them, and suitcases Carrying goods of variety, gifts, sweetmeats… Eager eyes, aching bodies… Tired from the journey, but joyous in anticipation of relatives and friends who await them. Small dreams in their eyes, of moments to come of stories to tell, to hear, to discuss …
2162. That’s the number of days since I first started writing this blog regularly. Not a day missed – I wrote through sickness and health, through the birth of Rohāmrta and his sickness and health as well. Through the busy days (most) and the not-so-busy days (very few). What I don’t have in literary genius, …
A trip to the bookstore… A trail mostly forgotten By most of us who find ‘better’ things to get busy with… A trip to the bookstore… A joyful journey to an exciting destination of discovery… A trip to the bookstore… one that brings back fond memories of Mecca Stores and a once in a month …
Change is the only constant – so says the cliche and every other LinkedIn profile. But it is true. And one has to keep reinventing oneself every once in a while, mostly with the aim of climbing at least a notch higher… And so here I am, working on reinvention number ‘god knows how much’, …
Do you think that we should grow our own food, whenever we can? Well, not all of it. But at least enough so that we can stay in touch with it, and pass it on to the next generation. For thousands of years, we ate what we grew. And then the Industrial Revolution changed us …
Only the most painful circumstances yield the most intense prayers. The uncertainty that lies in front of us makes us appeal to the higher consciousness with all our heart. And when we are heard, and the problem is alleviated, we thank him and move on. In between this problem and the next lie a lot …
