• Musings

    Lost opportunities

    “She told me that you had given her a hug that day.” I hear these words and my heart sinks. It is a feeling I find difficult to describe. Guilt. Regret. Shame. Did that mean so much…

  • People,  Silver linings

    The walk towards light

    I might have easily ignored the Whatsapp forward which talked about India’s first visually impaired company secretary. But my eyes fell on the name. Turab Chimthanawala. Surely, it couldn’t be the little Turab I knew. It was…

  • Musings

    The joys of learning

    Some years ago, I was part of a Fellowship programme where we were taken through a session on strengths-based leadership. I am usually very skeptical of these self-help kind of polls which give you a verdict after…

  • Musings

    They don’t read statistics

    Somewhere during the beginning of this pandemic I heard two streams of arguments at the workplace. The first was skeptics telling me that the fatality rate was less than 1% and people were overreacting. The other was…

  • Musings

    Unwitting Peeping Toms

    The world of live webcams is getting difficult to adapt to. I am conducting a webinar. For some reason the organizers think that a Saturday afternoon is the best time to conduct one. I give in. I…

  • Musings

    Seeking acceptance outside

    I’m listening to an interview by eminent Pakistani educationist, Dr Arfa Sayeda Zehra. Her Urdu is lilting and I am not able to decipher some difficult words that she uses. But I get the gist of her…

  • Musings

    Names and addresses

    In the Mira Nair film, The Namesake, there is a scene where Gogol Ganguly, a second generation immigrant to the United States of America, brings his American girlfriend to meet his Bengali parents. She tries to do…

  • Musings

    Coping and hoping

    I wake up early. The acid in my belly feels like it will burn a hole through my innards. I douse it with some ice cold water from the refrigerator, and find that sleep is no longer…

  • Musings

    Wallowing in webinars

    It is time to sleep and I have just changed into my night gown, when the phone rings. It is a Whatsapp call from a family member. You never know who needs what help in these corona…

  • Musings

    The first meal

    April 1999. I was shifting bag and baggage to Sevagram. My husband worked there. Although we had been married for a year, I had a job in Nagpur and he worked in Sevagram. We met during weekends…