#bloganuary When I get up in the morning, and I don’t regret my actions of the day before, I call it success. Sounds simple, doesn’t it? But it isn’t because it requires lifelong training, (from the self, teachers, colleagues, parents, nature) to create that kind of discipline. There is no better guide than the Bhagavad …
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The Monsoon
write a poem about rain #bloganuary – An Elegy to Harriet Monroe The staccato rap-tap-tap of thunder heralds the short and wet season:From the Bay of Bengal, humid, earth-scented,Howling, darkening shadows across the parched Delhi sky.Scented with drops of water falling on arid earth, soaring, trees shuddering in a maddened dance of excitement, announcing its …
Day Five: Love Your Theme
A funny thing happened at the gym. There I was, sweating on the treadmill, thinking about themes, not getting anywhere. Then it so happened that I looked up and the TV monitor facing me advised “Life is too short. Have an affair.” Before you get the wrong idea, let me just up and say I love Blogging 101. …
Otter! Otter!
Otterville : A Play in 2 Acts Ivy lay on her back and stared at me. On cue, she rolled, flipped and squealed. Then the rest of the company came onto the water tank and took on their roles. Quite a few were gymnasts; but there was no shortage of clowns either – fools, as Shakespeare …
Bread, Book and Candle
When Milo and Kirsten decided on a divorce, we all expected it to go smoothly. After all they had high-powered professional lives, were independently wealthy and blessed with good genes in the looks department. No kids. Milo was the son of globe trotting diplomats (tact flowed in his veins in place of blood) and Kirsten …
One Evening in the Park
The man was lounging in the park, discontent oozing out of every pore, when he heard a car door click. He ran to hide behind the bushes, and saw a petite woman walking away from her car, towards the open space in the middle , carrying a yoga mat. It was clear that she was …
Maya’s Mantra
Maya looked at herself in the mirror and scrunched her eyes. No. Too much. People said she had a sad face. “What’s wrong Maya?” her room-mate Leela would say “why do you look so sad? Smile! You have such a beautiful smile.” Normally Maya ignored such remarks but today is different. She has an interview. …
The House With 12 Jamun Trees
For security reasons, the house we moved into was not considered a good location. It routinely got allocated to new incoming school masters with the understanding that in a couple of years you could trade up when another new master was hired. While located within a 30 acre boarding school campus of what used to …
The Small Red Sweater
Clara held his hand as they walked through Central Park. She felt so sorry for Sal. Over the years they had drifted apart but she flew into JFK right away when she heard about little Timothy. Wanting to distract him she said “look at the colors on that Maple. Yellow, orange, red – we don’t …
An Arrival at JFK
In the year 1970, when Maya got a full scholarship to graduate school in America it was considered special. They had no choice but to let her go. Her entire family, and then some, came to see her off at New Delhi airport. They carried garlands, sweets, books, cards and gifts. “Study hard and you …
Neerja Raman 