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…
Enlightenment is not a single event like opening the bonnet of your head and stuffing everything into it to ensure the entire wisdom of creation remains locked within. It is the process by which you learn to tap into that wisdom anywhere, anytime - you remain essentially empty. An enlightened person therefore has access to...
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...
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...
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,...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 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’...
They say he left seven months before I arrived. Curious to learn about him, I asked those who knew him “Who is he?” Each one gave a distinct portrait – the universal verdict being ‘he was a caring and loving individual’. I learnt that he had studied law, had taken film making as his profession,...
