Waking up in a world that is in a constant state of flux is not easy. Especially when the information and visuals remind us constantly of mortality, loss of life, and impending clouds of despair and anguish. Wars of all
In a different universe, at a different time, in a different Avatar as a civil service aspirant I spent four years going through the rigour and seclusion of intense studies discussions and debates on topics ranging from literature to Constitution
An year that seemed so still, Yet so deep. Imbued with silence and learning, For the ones willing to listen. As the bell tolls, And the year plods on, I took a pause, A pause I promised myself. I felt
I’m staying with a sense of mādhuryam (sweetness) after today’s practice with my teacher Smt. Saraswati Vasudevan. The sankalpa (intention) through the practice was to explore receiving fully with each inhale and offering whatever residues I am holding from the
This Deepavali (Diwali) I missed my ancestral home at Poonjar. Not that I used to visit there often in the past. At most it was annual visit while growing up. But the 300 years old palace (some modern houses in
Onam festival is a quintessential part of the identity of Keralites. Onam is truly an all-inclusive festival that is celebrated across caste-religious divides in Kerala. However, the understanding of the origins of Onam festival and the central figures in its legend Vāmana and Mahabali seems to have undergone many distortions to the extent that most Malayalis who celebrate the festival today do not know of many of its significant aspects. It came as a shock to me few years back when I did some reading on this festival, and realised how little I knew of this most important event in Kerala. And so began my attempt to rediscover Onam for myself.
There is a home that I dream of.Filled with love and beauty,From people and nature. Away from the cacophony of crowded cities,Away from the relentless rush to nowhere,Nestled in the silence of nature,In the stillness of the moment. Many a
Have you ever stumbled upon something in life that is magical and fun? 2016 seems a lifetime ago as I write this. I was slogging away at a reputed company leading a very monotonous corporate job and on the threshold
Standing in a queue, I could easily recognise the angry, young activists in front. Back from an evening of protest marches, on the move to the next location to join the comrades in another city to make this a memorable
Once upon a time,Huffing and puffing I ran,Chasing the Tuk-Tuk,Heart beating Dhak-Dhak,To catch the Chuk-Chuk. . Late as Usual,I ran,To Catch A Train,A Train to Nowhere. Seated by the window,I peered out into the world,As the Train fled into the