Holy shrines seek a ‘cleanliness’, often beginning with asking you walk in barefoot. To me, it is a poke to go light. To experience the stone and the rough surface pick supple feet. It is about staying grounded. That is the best way of staying clean! Staying grounded involves being aware of realities as they →
Everything comes at a cost. Including victory. Sometimes the cost of ‘victory at all costs’ is so mind-boggling that victory loses meaning. Today Australia (and the rest of the world) woke up to ‘ #SandpaperGate ‘. Just the other day, I was wondering about the ‘cost of victory’. On that ‘other day’, I landed up →
It’s the same Sun that will pop out of the east tomorrow morning. Yet, today’s sunset helps us keep score that one more year has melted. It’s the 31st of December. And this is the ‘Annual Sunset’! Sunsets are amongst the most enticing of reminders that one more block of time is gone for good. The annual →
2017 hurtles to a close. Well, the year is going at the pace at which every year has gone by. A clutch of stuff that got done while a heap that stays in the ‘to be done’ mode make it ‘hurtle’. Green pastures, unspoken aspirations, dormant desires, dry deserts, severe floods dot my year. Peddling in memories is an acceptable indulgence →
A riot of colour and a rich fodder for thought! She is in a sparkling pink and I →
For a trickle of Korean Won, we could peer through fixed telescopes and look into North Korea. To →
Travel opens eyes in ways that alarms that go off early mornings can’t figure how. In its range of new stimuli, there is more than ‘attention’ that you give up. You give a piece of yourself for unknown to you, a piece of yourself shifts. Or so it does for me. Bill Bryson says it like none →
Our world of toys has a new energy and long hours: Lego bricks. What they transform to from being an empty assortment of grooves, protrusions, wires and protrusions is beyond fantastic. There is a logical reason for this new found passion. But that for another time. For now, recounting an evening with the little miss. →
She has got wheels to her feet now. She is learning to move forward with them. Roller Skates →
Picture stories have been the nerve centre of this website. It is in the long hard look at →
The little miss, as is her wont these days, has been shooting me a heap of questions. There is not a thing that passes the attention of her senses that just passes by without a question popping up. Be it an earthworm, a snail, a ridiculous honk from an autorickshaw, the neighbour’s loud movie screening, →
The American author John Steinbeck wrote a line that left an indelible imprint on me. “People don’t take trips, trips take people”. After yet another trip, as I download my pictures, dust my shoes, clean up my suitcases and unpack my memory, how small the world is. How similar we are and yet how different. The →
What does it mean to be poor? It is easy to describe poverty through the lens of money. Somehow that is the one definition that seems to stick across the spectrum. There are programs for alieviation of this wretched state. Governments are made and unmade on this topic. But what does it mean to be →
When the giant bonfire lights up the night sky there are a few things that it does. It tells you that the bright days of summer are here. It tells you tomorrow is Holi. A day of colour and gaiety. It tells you that winter is over. And as the fire leaps to the sky →