Apropos of my blog Meaning of your name , I simply hang my head in shame to the somewhat vilifying Indian tradition of naming children after Gods, especially such Gods’ name carriers who turn rapists and murderers. When the horrifying saga of Hyderabad rape and murder and then burning of the Veterinary doctor Disha Reddy […]Read More Hang Mohammad, Hang Shiva
A friend asked me to blog anything on this mega event coming up today. Dear friend, all I can say is: The British brought in this royal game to all its commonwealth, took the wealth and left cricket behind as the most common, sundry sport to be pursued by one and all, wasting productive hours […]Read More Pink Ball in the City of Joy
… Leave Him alone, let Him be, at peace with himself, in heaven. … let us try to live without clamouring at His proverbial doorstep every other day.Why the bells and the calls? … let us do away with temples, mosques, churches and Gurudwaras and all such prayer houses that cannot be a shelter for […]Read More For God’s sake…
This sure triggered a long chain of self questioning thoughts. These thoughts were in stark contrast to my learnings at the haloed portals of one of the mightiest Management schools of India-“women are great logisticians”. Women can spearhead inventory management of any organisation and come out winners… example quoted”the benign and innocent housewife/home maker-she can […]Read More Stop Shopping?
Here is a beautiful Hindu textual/legendary reference to the baby named-Sita👇 Valmiki’s Ramayana: In Valmiki’s Ramayana and Kamban’s Tamil epic Ramavataram, Sita is said to have been discovered in a furrow in a ploughed field, believed to be Sitamarhi in Mithila region of present-day Bihar, and for that reason is regarded as a daughter of […]Read More Let’s call her Sita and move on?
Karma sure is a chamelion. Marrying into God’s own country would “give me lemons” now… (never thought so… then🤔). Just me in Kerala wasn’t enough, it’s now an unwell me in Trivandrum. I am a commonly sighted person at the popular hospitals of Trivandrum, by-standing or patienting! Ailments come and go, but the pathos lasts […]Read More Missing Vernacular
I look at her and there is an instant connection. She understands my pain, my worries and my misgivings in this life. I can smell her arrival in the morning breeze way down into the labyrinthine coconut groves of Kerala. As I sat in my balcony today in the morning , I could hear the […]Read More I love her