• Folklore,  Heritage,  Musings,  People

    We need Kabir again

    . निंदक नियरे राखिए, ऑंगन कुटी छवाय, बिन पानी, साबुन बिना, निर्मल करे सुभाय। (Build a hut for your critics in your courtyard, and keep them close to you. They will scrub you clean, without water, without…

  • Musings

    Memories of another day

    Facebook has this feature called ‘Memories’. It is a feature which gives you great learning. Every morning it pops up something which was posted on your timeline on the same date, several years ago. It shows you…

  • Musings

    Scorching times ahead

    It has been a rather harsh summer. The earth is parched. We hear that wells are drying. We now get restricted water supply at fixed timings. Three hours in the morning and three in the evening. Summers…

  • Musings

    Losing your voice

    I’m sitting outside a government office. This is one of the best offices in the city, I was told when I was first ushered in. This is now my third time here in the last month. I…

  • Musings

    Saying thank you

    I looked at my Dad’s face. He looked crest-fallen. As he caught me looking at him, he quietly muttered, “Thank you bhi nahi bola.” (She didn’t even say thank you). It was familiar sight for me. My…

  • Musings

    Technical fault

    As I reached the departure gate, my eyes fell on the display board. Five out of the seven flights scheduled for that evening were either cancelled or delayed. Jet Airways, of course, had cancelled its flights. But…

  • Musings

    The locked door

    We were in Hong Kong. On a two day trip. We were travelling with another couple who had kids. We had booked an apartment through AirBnB. It was a risk we were taking as this particular one…

  • Musings

    Pride in being competent

    That morning, we were examiners at a postgraduate examination. I hardly knew any of my other co-examiners. It was my first encounter with all three of them. ‘Encounter’ is a word I use deliberately. For what followed…

  • Musings

    The fuel called failure

    Despite the decades that have disappeared since, I remember every little detail in great clarity. The kasavu saree I wore. The colour combination used in my PowerPoint slides. The strange shape of the podium. The huge timer…

  • Musings

    Them versus us

    The year was 2002. I was a naive small town girl on her first solo trip to the big bad world of metropolises. Mumbai. The sight of people stuffed like sardines into local trains— pushed in and…