The big bad Delhi to the very safe Mumbai…No place is safe enough for my daughter and her tribe in our wonderful land of revering goddesses. I am afraid for my daughter, period. We have the various news channels and placards stating, “don’t dictate us what to wear; tell your boys not to rape,” or… Continue reading Why I need to be afraid for my daughter
A 47 year old school principal’s life is snuffed out in a moment. Crime: she reprimanded a teenager for having insufficient attendance. A seven year old finds his throat slit within an hour of being dropped at school. His crime: his life was the means to have the examination postponed A bunch of revelers beat… Continue reading Making Sense out of Senselessness
What is common among an Abdul Kalam, a Kartiki Patel, a Tendulkar, a Malvika Iyer, a Viktor Frankl or a Laxmi Agarwal? They have nothing in common as far as professional success or educational backgrounds are concerned, yet, they make one paraphrase Gabbar Singh, "Kaunsi chakki ki aata, kathe hai ye log?" They have been… Continue reading Making Attitude work for you
I have come to the conclusion that I would rather undergo root canal rather than go shopping with my teenage daughter! She felt like always that she had nothing to wear for the informal farewell of her class and wanted me to accompany her for the selection. All my suggestions of the suitable clothes that… Continue reading The Ecstasy of Shopping with a Teen
They were two identical chairs ...identical barring a few small differences in the colour of the canvas that were strategically placed in the portico of two neigbouring houses numbered 29 and 31 in one of the salubrious by lane of Saharkarnagar in Bangalore. The hustle bustle of the Bellary Road hardly permeated the sleepy neighbourhood… Continue reading The tale of the two easy chairs……..
I am being commemorated for the work I do for the special children at my institution. Being on the other side of 50 and with my children all grown up, I have been having a lot of free time. With a supportive husband, this was the least I could do for ‘Prerna’ my first born,… Continue reading Metamorphosis
“ You’re the only one going to be left unmarried… and I will never be a grandmother…” sniffed Rushil’s mother Meera, as they were getting ready for the engagement of Rushil’s cousin, who was a couple of years younger. “What a drama queen you’re, Mom? He found the girl of his dreams hence, the engagement.”… Continue reading Serendipity