“Parsada, Waheguru.” “Chutney, Waheguru.” “Kheer, Waheguru.” VT was serving food at the langar and I was in the kitchen. He must have served some fifty people and was on his toes for over an hour. From cleaning green chilies, I had moved to making rotis on a big tawa. Around twenty five at a time, … More Of Langar and Love
There are those very few times when you want to write a lot but thoughts do not come easily when you start penning. The feeling of ‘ already shared a lot’ overrides on ‘there is still so much to share’ thought. It’s hard not because there are no thoughts but because sometimes, even written words … More A Decade of Love..
Just before my Yoga class today, a group of expats was discussing languages they know and how much of Kannada and Hindi they have picked up during their stay at Bangalore. These men and women were from Canada, Australia, and Germany. While the discussion centered around a couple of phonetics, I wondered how much different … More #MicroblogMondays – Those Language Nuances
When he met her, was that encounter a chance or his destiny? Not very long ago, there was a young man. Full of life and ambitious. Born and brought up in a small city in the north of the country, he wanted to see what’s beyond. He wanted to do something different with his career. … More A Chance Encounter
What happens when you meet, while you tweet? A TweetUp. I had a good answer to give this Monday morning when I was asked, how was my weekend. Sunday was made exciting and fun when Jeroz sent out a mail last week asking if Bangalore folks would be interested to meet and tweet while taking a … More A TweetUp this Sunday
The teenager she was, being good for nothing kept coming on her mind all the time. That insecurity of not being like others and worrying about her life ahead. The emotions that played havoc and the mind that was never convinced that she would achieve something in life. She wrote in diaries and hid it under … More Of Writing and Raison D’être
My paternal grandfather, Baba was born today and we lost him when he was 72. His death was one of my first brushes with mortality. As a teenager, that was the first time I witnessed what being taken away for the last journey means. It hit me hard and the memory of that day … More #FridayReflections – Happy 90th Baba!
It’s not always that I think of sharing about my day. Today was different. I slept late last night and woke up on time for Yoga. After last night’s rain, the morning was pleasant and cycling in the peaceful, still getting-up-to-work and school atmosphere was relaxing. In ten minutes, I gave my lungs a lot of fresh air. … More Just Another Day In My Life
One of the many wonderful things that come with being a human is the ability to interact and put our thoughts forward. We get to know people through these conversations and we share many things as we talk – life, experiences and everything else that comes in between. But, among all sorts of people we meet – there … More #MicroblogMondays – Of People And Conversations
It was a cold December afternoon. Sixty hearts were pounding with nervousness and throats had gone dry even without the Sun outside. A day before, sixty students had taken written tests and then a couple who had made through the written test had appeared in two rounds of interview – Technical and HR. The results were being read out that afternoon … More It was 19th December, 2005..
happiness and food 