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...

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...

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’...

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?”...

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’...

“Why do you keep bringing God into everything? Don’t you know that the only reality is the field of energy? All that we need to ensure is that our thoughts are absolutely pure so that we attract the right energy. Why keep referring to a fictitious God?” – a dear friend of mine questioned me....