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 !
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Books & Series
68 dialogues weaving patterns from abstractions on the tapestry of Science & Spirituality. Published in infinithoughts (2008 to 2015)
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Dialogues from Indian mythology as they unfolded in my mind’s eys. Written in 2004; published by GIRI in 2015
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A series of articles on holistic wellbeing published in the monthly magazine of the Andhra Chamber of commerce since 2023
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A series of articles on holistic fitness and wellbeing published in Food & Health (2012-2016)
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A series of articles on physical literacy published in The Hindu Young World (2014)
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In search of that elusive balance of Yin & Yang… Published as a series in infinithoughts between 2002 & 2003
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What is that invisible anvil that shapes us to become who we ought to be? Written in 2003-2005
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Our words define what we perceive! We ought to choose them wisely…
One of my all time most favourite movies is Inception. Hats off to Christopher Nolan for presenting such an abstract concept with such creative ingenuity and precision. Every one plants thoughts into the others. When a Shakuni influences a Duryodhana or a Mandira instigates a Kaikeyi, while the implant is deliberate by the perpetrator, it...
You were just an idea - not even mine An idea enshrined by a million hues... You then became a desire - now born in me A desire that grew from dream to real You became my search - a very deep longing A craving that brought tears every day You soon became an aspiration...
‘Come let’s dance’, He gathers me in His arms Higher, Deeper, He carries me Beyond Smiling wider than the skies, tears deeper than the ocean, Spring in every step, twinkle in every breath, in every cell I dance ‘Take the spot light, let others applaud’ – He benevolently calls ‘It’s too Sacred, too Divine’ –...
'Every body seems to have an opinion on what I must be doing - except me!' said the young girl. She was good in Math as compared to Social and Physical Sciences. So she had opted for the 'Commerce' group in school. One thing led to another, she had to choose what to study at...
When a group of individuals have a common view of life, adhere to a common set of values and choose a common standard of behaviour, it is said to be a culture. Even if one of these parameters are missing, it ceases to be a culture. For instance an organisation’s culture is based on the...
As a child I would accompany my parents on their shooting trips every opportunity I got. We would travel by bullock carts in a remote hot village one day only to fly off in first class the next to the most exotic place; enjoy breakfast at a roadside cart with our crew and experience dinner...
I was nine years old. I saw my dad sitting at our ancestral desk writing a letter. Curiously I peeped over his shoulder to ask ‘who are writing this to?’ My dad replied ‘To your Paddu athai’. I was curious. She lived just a few streets away and we were going to meet her and...
A sea of beautiful big eyes looked into mine. They were all eager and waiting to hear what I had to say and also to share a trillion thoughts running in their minds. I was sitting amidst 1st year college students - girls all on the brink of adulthood, in their last teen year. And...
That is one statement that sends shivers down my spine. You see it almost always is from people who don’t want it to be ok for, those who care know and don’t need to ask! Playing God is something we all would love to do. Given the slightest opportunity, we will want to don that...
I always wanted to win an Oscar. You see, with the amount of theatrics and drama I loved to incorporate in daily life as a child, it is no great surprise to want to be recognised by the most prestigious from across the globe. I found several expression grounds, dancing from age five and acting...
I was nervous. What if I was not good enough? What if he chose someone else for the job? What if others were better than me? I hardly slept the previous night. Rather than tossing on the bed, I decided to do something productive. I asked myself, so what can I bring to the table...
It was time for his prayers. The fakir gently rolled his prayer mat on the curb near the park and kneeled down. Just as he was closing his eyes he was rudely shoved. Opening his eyes with a jolt he saw a young woman run past him into the park in such a hurry that...
