Playback and payback to doh or not. Oh stop it! You tease!

It’s my Friday evening at Mango meadows, you the one I am talking about, Robusta, pakoda , and musing kinds, only we call the muse as “indispire.” As everyone and her husband knows in the mango meadows, the first cup of coffee clears the brains, the second initiates conversation and the third we launch revolution.... Continue Reading →


Little Truths to know about Lies.

Do I remember an incident when I had to lie? Why did I lie? Did I get caught? What was the feeling. Of course I have lied, the idea is not to get caught, so I shall not share. It is no more cool in the Mango Meadows. When my mother is around I am... Continue Reading →

Dust the cinders and ashes.

“mom, I am coming over for the weekend.” Not so much as is it okay with you. Uri wondered why on earth she didn’t reply, “Great baccha, but I have to stay on to complete my commitments.” Yes she was out of integrity with herself. If she did not value her words and her commitment... Continue Reading →

The Arm Chair guide

Dawn at no.8 Devanhalli is unlike the musical strains of Amanda Shankar’s “Dawn at Varanasi.” If dawn at Varanasi takes you through the ethereal  (though imaginary) sounds of Varanasi, dawn at Devanhalli is very real, and very southern with wafting coffee, Amma pounding on her Dell laptop which has replaced her portable Tippa Typewriter, Vimmi-ajji... Continue Reading →

Winning Self

It is easy to from anybody but win from yourself is so hard... It could be easy to win “from” but is it worth it? Is it ethical? After all when we have to win something from someone it means the other owns it, it belongs to this someone and you take it from him... Continue Reading →

Roll the Role

Role play is to act out the role, the representation in action for example my students role-play the thoughts and feeling of each character. In life... We are who we are our skills sets define some of our responsibilities and action perform it is not a role it who we are...example someone says I am... Continue Reading →

The Messenger

Merriam-Webster assures me that I have my understanding of the word message right that is, a communication in writing, speech or by signals. It could also be a messenger’s mission. Like the one Gabriel had for Mary. It is also the underlying theme or idea. “Tan tan tantatarum” “Whew another message!” “Its okay brother Kamsa... Continue Reading →

If it could go with a puff

Mom I have decided to take the offer at Taj. Hope it is okay. Having lunch with Dada Love Shanaya The message flashed on Riya’s  screen. She stared at the email message and  no longer made sense. Just three lines to her life-the life she worked so hard. Sacrificed so much to build was crumbling... Continue Reading →

The Open Secret

Shweta entered her compartment, placed her bags. Sat beside the window. She picked up her Daphne Beauchamp book. The story was setting in the Anglo-Indian community of the Doon Valley.  The journey of the three generations, beginning with very British rooted ones to the totally indianized a Punjabi one that emerging. The conflicts of Mahanadi... Continue Reading →

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