A collection of essays written by me to celebrate my understanding of life.

I trust you will enjoy reading them as much as I did writing !

Books & Series

68 dialogues weaving patterns from abstractions on the tapestry of Science & Spirituality. Published in infinithoughts (2007 to 2015)

Dialogues from Indian mythology as they unfolded in my mind’s eys. Written in 2004; published by GIRI in 2015

In search of that elusive balance of Yin & Yang… Published as a series in infinithoughts between 2002 & 2003

Between God & Me...

My inner journey written in verse and prose (1991 to 2011)

What is that invisible anvil that shapes us to become who we ought to be? Written in 2003-2005

Our words define what we perceive! We ought to choose them wisely…

A series of articles on holistic fitness and wellbeing published in Food & Health (2012-2016)

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But for you, my Guru Ra…

Every breath I inhale remains locked within in awe fascinated and enchanted by the miracle of life And as I exhale, peace envelops my being in a smile But for you, my Guru Ra…, this life wouldn't be mine! Every emotional crying that ever was a part of me presenting an irresponsible and weak to...

Take me home…

A peaceful sea the sky stretching high A lovely beach not a soul nearby... The trees are green the waters cool feathers of beauty colorful blooms... Earth is a Paradise Your magical touch true Yet God, my heart flutters I wanna come home... High rise buildings cities on the seas Cars a plenty bridges of...

Why Marry?

Two of Krishnaraj’s cousins are getting married within the next couple of months. Preparing for the two weddings, the entire family has been shopping, planning and organising food, clothes, décor, invites and a million other things. After one such shopping for yards and yards of silk, my niece Varsha in her third year of college,...

Respect is given… Freedom is taken…

I had just been discharged after a stepedectomy surgery in my ear. After a week of convalescence in my mother’s house, as I was returning home, my mother cautioned my daughter Meenakshi then aged about 9, that I had been advised by my doctor not to climb stairs. Full of responsibility, my little angel assured...

The Land of Eternal Life

My husband Krishnaraj at The Temple of Horus at Edfu, Egypt I was finishing some last minute payment releases, ready to head-off on a 12 days vacation when a friend walked-in. “Oh! Cairo is so dirty! You wouldn’t feel you were abroad. It is worse than India. Nothing much to see either… Of course the...

Becoming an Artiste…

She was excited. She had played several roles that had excited her. But this was very special. Since hearing about this opportunity to play as Kannagi, the chaste heroine of the Tamil classic Silappadikaram, she had dreamt of every nuance of the characterization. After a hectic day of shooting, she was still energetic and not...

The Spirit House

One of the first sights that captivated my mind as I arrived at Phnom Penh, Capital of Cambodia on 3rd July 2006, was a beautiful miniature house placed on a pedestal in the garden of every house. I soon learnt that it was called the ‘Spirit House’ and was traditionally placed in every premises be...

Karma Vs. Dharma

We were visiting Dizzy World to treat the kids during the long summer vacation. After a bout of several rides, right when the sun climbed high at noontime, my sister Lata decided to try the human maze – an amusement activity that miserably failed to amuse me. While she went ahead with several of the...

A need for religion!

Two children had lost their lives in two different accidents in school. One had been a year younger to my daughter and the other a little older. But apparently the sudden talk of two deaths in as many weeks was disturbing to my eight year old. She came home one night with fear written all...

The clown called EGO

The wife was listening with rapt attention to the tales of woe of her friend facing a host of marital problems. The clown ego too was listening with equal attention. With an innate flair for drama, the clown ego of the wife made it known to his host that she was in no way ‘inferior’...

Ma, Why should we pray?

We were seated in a restaurant waiting for our dinner to be served, when my six-year old daughter Meenakshi began to play her ‘favorites’ game. She asked everyone present what their favorite animal, place, person, fruit, flower, food and so on were. Finally she came to me and asked, “Ma! What is your favorite thing?”...

Have we become “psychologically” immunodeficient?

In the 18th century, thousands of people died by the outbreak of ‘smallpox’, a disease that respected no social class, disfiguring those few people who managed to recover from its attack. The only means of combating smallpox was a primitive form of medication called ‘variolation’ where a healthy person was intentionally infected with the ‘matter’...