one hundred years of boredom

image credit : unsplash Life has become a wee bit boring. Corona is declining in an expected manner. People are protesting on expected lines. People are protesting the protests on expected lines. Barring a few - a very few exceptions, all have started behaving on expected lines. It is understandable when a loyal member of … Continue reading one hundred years of boredom →

the destruction of seasons

image source : wikipedia Ritusamhara is Kalidasa's poetic tribute to the six Indian seasons. Ritusamhara in the context of his work means the collection of seasons. Some even translate it as the pageant of seasons. India is one of the countries where the contrasting elements of the six seasons are so pronounced -especially in the … Continue reading the destruction of seasons →

some loss, some gain, lots of nostalgia

First of all I wish my reader a very happy, safe and prosperous 2021 albeit the fact that a similar wish from your near and dear ones last year somehow did not have the intended consequences. When I think of summarising the tumultuous year gone by I am reminded of the section titles of Panchatantra … Continue reading some loss, some gain, lots of nostalgia →

the summer of separation

I am not the only one to feel the pangs of separation. The village pond waits for the return of lilies and the river bed for the black clouds. Is the short night the only solace? Even for the leaves of the gulmohour? It expands beyond the stars as I toss and turn and … Continue reading the summer of separation →

TABEBUIA

Once in a year it is in the mood to sing with Sinatra ‘Half a love never appealed to me'. At other times it sits behind and hears others sing. Look, there are no leaves It is only flowers and flowers. For the sake of art Van Gogh for days ditches mind and food. Do … Continue reading TABEBUIA →

when a blind man writes about flowers

The sane common man too has something to do with the flower even though for him it is nothing more than an occasional feel good factor or a way to social networking like the occasions when he gifts flowers to his boss on the latter’s Birthday or a friend who is in a hospital. Or, … Continue reading when a blind man writes about flowers →

Mein nikla satya ke sandhan mein

Re-sharing an old poem for Indispire prompt #335. (Why is it so difficult to establish the truth? Why is it called naked truth? Does truth really win? #NakedTruth)

My Village My Country – the book

After being a part of Blogchatter e- book carnival 2020, 'My Village My Country' has been shifted to Amazon. This book is a compilation of all the articles I wrote for the Blogchatter A to Z blogging challenge. April is the month when Indian blog aggregator site Blogchatter organizes AtoZ blogging challenge. Barring the Sundays, … Continue reading My Village My Country – the book →

Sri Jagannath: beyond myths and miracles

No religion or spiritual sect is complete without myths and miracles. Stories of miracles abound around Lord Jagannath. Being the Kaliyuga form of Lord Krishna even though he is primarily a Vaishnav God, his devotees have come from diverse sects and religions over the past millennium. After all, the deity is none other than Jagannath … Continue reading Sri Jagannath: beyond myths and miracles →

A Crusade against Wrong Attribution

You say what is in a name? Whether that spongy syrupy round sweet that you ate was r-a-s-a-g-o-l-a or r-o-s-o-g-o-l-l-a will depend upon where you ate it. It was not so until 29.07.2019 when 'Odishara Rasagola' got the GI tag to end the century long war between Odisha and West Bengal over the origin of … Continue reading A Crusade against Wrong Attribution →