I realized that fifty is just a number. The important thing is to enjoy every moment by living life to the maximum. Continue reading Is there Life after 50?
October is almost over. November announces the start of winter, but it is still raining! In India, the monsoon months are from June to August – given or taken a month. During these months, we are supposed to get our annual quota of water from the skies. Despite all the rockets and satellites that we regularly send up, we are still dependent on the Rain Gods. This year the forecast was for a ‘less-than-normal rain’. Unfortunately for the Met department, the Rain Gods read the predictions. It rained and rained and then rained some more. It is not that I … Continue reading An Indian Monsoon
Its been a while since I wrote a story , a poem or posted anything on my blog. I was trying to think why……….. Have been busy of late. That is my excuse. Who is not busy you may ask. After all how much time does it take to write a few words and share it. There is so much to write about. The never ending Indian Monsoon, the unpredictable world of politics. The fact that I have hardly read any books of late or rarely catch up on what is happening in the world of cricket…..the options to write … Continue reading It’s been a while….
It was supposed to be a punishment transfer. In my case, I got it because I had just joined a government service. I was packed off to a remote village, high up in the Himalayan mountains. There were no tarred roads in the village. A dirt track linked it to civilization. A bamboo hut with a corrugated-sheet roof became my office cum residence. On records, I was the district-in-charge and had a staff of four who reported to me. These four were local villagers and hardly ever attended ‘office’. Most of the time I was alone in my office. I … Continue reading A random act of kindness
It was a bright, sunny day with clear skies in May The chill of winter was fading out and the Indian summer had not yet fully set in. I was fourteen years old and in my last year at school. … Continue reading Dancing with the daffodils…
Why do we blog? Why do we write poems or churn out epics and paint beautiful pictures? What makes us write stories about school-children waving magic-wands and fighting evil wizards or what is it that provokes us to make movies which boldly go where no one has gone before? I think the desire to share, imagine and describe the impossible is what makes us different from other species. The capability to foresee, invent and predict life as it should, would or could be in a hundred years is what makes us humans different from the other species that crawl,slither or … Continue reading What makes us human?
Every four years a strange disease sweeps across the globe. People from different races, cultures and tribes, start showing similar symptoms. Strangers start talking and best friends become enemies. Employees trudge into workplaces like zombies. There is no known cure … Continue reading The Football epidemic – cause and cure