Amma, back then I hated your sense of time management. I don’t mean with the daily planning. That you did a fabulous job with – yours and ours. It was the big picture. We all had chores, school, college and work that needed attention. We had many surprises in the department of finance, water, electricity,... Continue Reading →
Lunch Esteem
All my friends scattered off to their ‘chosen’ group under a tree to open their lunch-boxes. I had to hop, skip and jump my way to the ‘chosen’ tree across the high school building. That was the price I paid for being tiffin-dabba-less.
Family BroodCamp
A bunch of rowdy men laughed somewhere too close. The six of us, five women huddled in the room, anxious if dad would ever return that night.
My Mother’s Angels
The entrance was never dramatic, very tentative, a hesitant smile and ‘not-sure-about-this-family’ look. We were very eager, expectant and although very welcoming, had the ‘not-sure-she-is-the-one’ look
AI ?
I am an optimist and know it takes time. In the horizon, I imagine flying Air India with the quality and reliability we have come to expect from the House of Tatas.
Payir (Sapling)
“The idea is to create a ‘movement’ that covers multiple districts, villages/panchayats. We are committed to make the change we want to see”, says Senthil, an avid Gandhian. With support from likeminded change makers, this dream is in the making.
Madame Sousa(n)tzka
She was tucked away on the other side of the office, far from the maddening software developers. We feared her. For her job was to make sense of all the development chatter and put it in common-speak. She first had to sit us down – the developers who only knew byte-speak and then get us... Continue Reading →
The Art of Selfless Giving
When I was 15 years old and working on my passion to teach young children ignored by society, if I were accosted by a group of men for infringing upon their chauvinism, if I were scared to death for my safety and suddenly someone happened to intervene, I would have built a temple to thank... Continue Reading →
When it pays to be Unhappy
My sister is never happy net-net. But she has the heartiest of laughs. And she can cry at the drop of a hat. Overall she is full of emotions. She has had her share of life’s ups and downs, and enjoyed everything she could in the scheme of things during each phase of her life.... Continue Reading →
The Power Within
The photographers seemed to follow her along as they captured the Sangeeth and Mehendi events. Her bright eyes, the grace and joy in her dancing took unfair coverage in the wedding pictures and videos. Sandhya (Shandy) is the youngest of my cousins, 3 beautiful sisters. When she came along her beautiful big eyes got most... Continue Reading →
