To a Happier 2017

2016 was a roller-coaster ride. Professionally and personally. It was a year of saying goodbyes to childhood home and adult working home. It was a year of moving into our own house, moving in with parents after 15 years. It was a year of completing 15 years of professional life. It was a year of…

To year 2016

As the sun sets on the last day of the year, and the newspapers and TV shows remind us of the events around the year, I cannot help reminiscing about the year as the calendar changes. For a large part, the year 2016 was no different from other years gone by. There were natural and…

Morning Ragas

Sundays are laid back, with an agenda of reading newspapers, finishing house chores and relaxing with a good film or a book. And Monday blues usually sets in as the day progresses. Rarely, there is an announcement of a music concert for a Sunday morning and even rarer for me to be able to catch…

Cashing onto Gold!

So the Finance Minister at a function last week commented that with the kind of population India has there are bound to be queues. And I have been patiently waiting for the chaos and queues to get shorter at the banks before venturing to deposit and exchange my savings in Rs 1000 and 500 notes. Each day…

Adieu

In the last few months I have had to say Goodbye to two homes I have ever lived in my life time.  One was a home I was brought to after I was born, my parents got that official accommodation from Banaras Hindu University just a few months before I was born. That's the garden…

VIPism

One or the other channels on television always show the Richard Attenborough's iconic film Gandhi on 2nd October. Every time I watch the film, I discover a new nuance - sometimes a quote, other times cinematography in the scene of a film or a new story. There is a scene at the railway station at…

Freedom @ 70

It is that time of the year when every second car has a tricolour fluttering; social media sports either people dressed up in tricolour or changing their display pic to flag pnemonics. It is the time when websites, newspapers rehash the old pics, list of patriotic songs and obviously Nehru's speech of "tryst with destiny".…

Lost childhood

This monsoon season, while we have been spending more time on roads and traffic signals, it is unavoidable to observe life streaming about you. One sees people on motorcycles and bicycles going about on their work while trying to keep themselves dry, people in petrol-diesel guzzlers oblivious to rains while listening to loud electro-techno music…

Sounds of Summer

Sitting in the last vestiges of my childhood winter garden Sound of coo-woo reverberates around. The cry of koel Reminds not only of Summers But also of examination season Of School and then College. Of anxiety and trepidation Sometimes panic, That mind may go blank. Was it fear of failure Or of moving up one…

Summer Song

The all too brief spell of Spring After the not too cold Winter, Gives way to the heat of Summers. The dying flowers of winter And the Shalmali Spread their last burst of colours. The brightening sunshine And the golden yellow of Amaltas The flaming red-orange of Gulmohar Herald the way to Summers.

I am a Woman!

On International Women's Day, it is sad to see messages justifying the reason for being a woman.  Especially since in India Devi is worshipped in most corners of the country. As an Adi-Shakti, she epitomises the essence of Shakti herself, she represents consciousness, and she is the symbolism of Prakriti. She is Ardhnari without whom…