In a world full of selfies, and Me-first noises, be the empath, be the good listener.
If someone never thanked you for a help, that's okay. The world shouldn't end there.
Imagine a five-year-old boy with polio in left leg swimming against the current in a river. Yeap, that was my Dad. Those days, most kids were not vaccinated. So Dad learnt independence pretty early in life, never expecting sympathy for his deformity. He grew up to be a man who never preached without practising. At … Continue reading 7 vital lessons Dad taught me without really teaching
I saw this self-styled charitable video on YouTube the other day. It showed the horrors of online chatting and the dangers to teenage kids. There’s a worried group of young men who are out on a mission to teach the teenage kids a lesson so they wouldn’t EVER chat with a stranger or worse, think … Continue reading The charities that don’t begin at home
Pity yourself for a day. You realize it sucks. And the world will embrace your stronger self more easily. Heck, pity yourself for your own sake. To get your own hug. And before you know it, you would learn to laugh at yourself. For a change, listen to a bunch of parrots chirping at night. … Continue reading It just takes a moment to look up!
I was 15 when I first saw the rays of the setting sun falling on the marble gravestone. That memory brings me back to St Stephen’s cemetery in Bandra. It’s been many years. It is still warm. Each inscription tells a tale of love. Of passions locked. Of tears shed profusely over dead dreams. Dreams … Continue reading The Cemetery
If you are even slightly impulsive or have been so a few times, you would have some day picked up the pen and written this blog. Today it was my impulsive turn. It’s about time the word ‘impulsive’ gets listed in the curse-word category. And if we kept it up as a society, it would … Continue reading Unapologetically impulsive!
Wow, that hurts! I feel pangs, in installments. Sometimes it just strikes all at once. Other times, it would jerk me out of my bed. The ego lies scattered in pieces on the floor. And reduced to a supposed self-respect that too is in shatters now. The heart shudders at the words. The first letters … Continue reading Why I never ‘reject’ a rejection?
It really was the expelliarmus that left me disarmed. Their sleight of hands was one of an aged magician who doesn’t leave a single spell unspoken. Their bow was the wand that could turn moving objects into stupefied beings while their violin created a matrix of its own kind. The three women from three different … Continue reading The spell of their music-craft
It was one of those lovely Christmas nights. December 22nd, About 8.50 pm on the clock. We were ecstatic by a little adventure. Our Carol Group had successfully made the customers at The Chai Bar sing carols. After dropping off our team members, my brother Abhishek and I were reveling in some wonderful memories that … Continue reading Being Good Samaritans!