If I could take you with me for a walk, I would take you to places that have mattered to me. All I have liked to do here in this town is to walk and to explore. I remember the energetic morning walks of my childhood with my dad who has been an avid walker.… Continue reading Let us Walk
Thinking of my countless train journeys, in my mind’s eye, I see a kaleidoscope of memories, of people I met and the places I saw, of the undeniable beauty that unfolded mile after mile, of the shouts and cacophony of railway stations and the silence of the nights, and the looking out of the windows… Continue reading A train of thought
Metanoia refers to a fundamental change in an individual’s life orientation. In psychology, it is considered a process of self healing and adaption. Metanoia comes from an ancient Greek word, which means “changing one’s mind”. It is a journey and sometimes fraught with doubts but here are a few pointers to help us all move… Continue reading Metanoia
What happens when you commit to something? What happens when you follow it through with passion and conviction? What happens when you write every day? In short, what happens when you participate in Nablopomo, and reach the end and have a ‘I Did It’ post to write? A few things happen: Commitment itself is reward.… Continue reading Day 30 of Nablopomo
There is a verse of Kennedy that is lovely. It is indicative of the light humour that marks his writings. I read it twelve years ago and instantly fell in love with it. To Someone Who Insisted I Look Up Someone In three lines, it talks of travel, friends, pomposity. Brevity and humour marry! X.J.Kennedy… Continue reading X.J.Kennedy: Master of comic verse
Triumph for my three year old son meant climbing this spiral staircase in his playschool on his own. The first time he did it, his beaming look said it all.
Thank You. Big words. Sometimes, so oft repeated that they lose their meaning and relevance. But said at the right time (or even late) and with sincerity, they can warm someone’s heart… and a few months of winter. I am grateful to Daily Post for providing me this opportunity to express my appreciation to all… Continue reading Thank You All
This is how the world looks through my window.
I had just finished taking shots of a metallic staircase for the Weekly Photo theme, Angular, when I looked up and saw the edge of this building. Juxtaposed with the clear blue sky, the tree and the criss crossing wires, this looked a better picture.
A Matryoshka doll is a set of wooden dolls of decreasing size placed one inside the other.
This doll of mine stays in a satin pouch most of the time, so treasured it is. It was a gift from my Russian teacher and it reminds me of the good times, when I was learning Russian, of the great friends I had and the idealism of the youth.
After the fall of the USSR, all things Russian were neglected in India, where before, even learning the language was encouraged. Now, with all funding of the institute I was studying at gone (Dr A V Baliga Institute of Russian Studies, Bhopal, India), a band of young students and professionals tried to do everything to save the language.
The doll signifies courage and persistence to me of those handful of people.