A humble tribute to my favorite ghazal singer #JagjitSingh, on his birthday today.
Robin Williams passed away yesterday. May he rest in peace! When I learned of it this morning, I was shocked- like millions all over the world. I googled frantically for details. What I learned shocked me even more. I found that Mr. Williams’s high energy at times masked a personal struggle with alcohol and drug addiction, and a representative for… Read more »
Some years ago I read a book called Make a Life Not Just a Living written by Dr Ron Jenson. The merits of the books are too numerous to list here. Suffice to say that if you haven’t yet read the book, you missed something wonderful. I trust you will repair the omission speedily. However, I digress. Dr Jenson talks… Read more »
The person you honor by sharing your ‘shame storm’ with, must be non- judgmental, to accept you completely with all your imperfections and confusing contradictions. They must give you the space in which you can stand naked without wondering what they might be thinking. They must be someone to whom you can confess your most terrible fears.
A few months ago, a former net acquaintance got back in touch with me after an interval of almost three years. You know how you meet people on the net and sort of drift away after a while, don’t you? On an aside, I am sometimes wonder if we drift away because there is something pulling us away or is… Read more »
Continued fromPassion Room (One), (Two) and (Three) I chafed against all the conditions the Guild had imposed. At first I was annoyed about the three item limit. Next I grumbled against the ‘once in, always in’ rule. But for this rule, I could have brought in a book, a notebook and a pen every day and spent all the time… Read more »
Continued from Passion Room (One) And (Two) In fact, this wasn’t my bathroom at all! In shocked confusion, I looked around the room. The room was easily three times the chicken pen I lived in. It was empty but for a table and two chairs standing in the right corner. Blinking in confusion, I stepped back into my room in… Read more »
Continued from Passion Room (One)… Four months ago I had landed in this dusty, crowded little town of Rajasthan. I had chosen the coaching institute online. Admission formalities were completed via e-mail and electronic money transfer. The institute had promised me assistance in finding accommodation. Coaching is the biggest business in this town. The citizenry have taken to converting their… Read more »
It was war! The air was thick with dust and the acrid, metallic stink of gun- powder. The heat was scalding and steamy. Sounds of heavy artillery drowned out hoarse voice shouting orders; orders which carried an edge of horrified terror. My heart pounded uncomfortably in my chest; the lance of panic held me impaled. I felt a ball of… Read more »
Festivals are not dates on the calendar; they happen when your family comes home. When they are far from you, you may remain in touch with them through the many communication channels technology brings us. Nothing, however, can replace the depth of live presence. Their presence fills spaces in you that you never acknowledge even to yourself. Every ordinary, mundane… Read more »