Three-Scar Memento
I suddenly got tormented by a question when I saw scars in my elder son’s hands: “Do I carry something similar in my body that reminds me of my (grand)parents?”…
Wish for a Bigger, Better Choutari
The following piece was written for Nelta Choutari in January 2013 as a reflection of my four-year engagement in team blogging. I remember seeing Shyam only once in one of…
Growing up As a Generalist
On the occasion of the launching of Six Strings some five years ago, one of my professors satirically but with some hint of admiration remarked : “Hem seems at ease to…
Prices and costs…
What is the price of favoring truth? What is the cost of disfavoring chicanery? I am perpetually trying to answer these two questions. Even when people look like creating chasms…
Journey into the Classroom
There is a simple condition for becoming a teacher: that you must be able to teach. It is not the question of having high intelligence, but of being able to…
I saw you and walked away …
I saw you and walked away leaving my eyes there The path had gone silent The moon had set Someone was walking slowly along I saw you and walked away…
After Thirteen Years, in Facebook
Facebook counts. It inspires me to write. I carefully adore it though many people take it as a ‘cheap’ platform. The following (unedited) messages speak something. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————– March 14 at…
Who says emails are just emails
I sometimes write fairly long emails, especially when I know that people other side read them. Some of my lovable writings have emanated from the spirit of initiating or continuing…
On the Lost Idea
Sometimes good ideas occur at odd times. For example, I get through my writer’s block while at the restroom. Similar discovery takes place inside a crowded bus, at the barber’s…