The Tao of Sanil 8: Getting Born

After all the hullabaloo and hard work for Sanil’s 10th birthday party was over, and we were lazing about basking in the afterglow of job(s) done well, I asked him (a pretty simple and deserving question, I’d say): “So how did you like them? The first ten years of...

Broken and Lovable

Do you throw away what is broken? If not from your life then from your heart? Can something be broken yet lovable? Can scars be beautiful?   Scars that life bestows upon Sometimes as grace sometimes as riddle Or perhaps always as grace, sometimes hidden as riddle...

The Tao of Sanil 7: What To Be or Not to Be

“So I have been blessed with this teacher and guide, who decided to be born through me. My son Sanil, 9 now, has always been full of inquiries, observations, deductions and theories… Ever since I can remember and ever since he started communicating, we’ve had these...

Short Story: Manhood

And here she was again! How he hated this woman… creating a fuss over a few rupees, yelling and shouting even. Whenever he saw her from the distance, Raju knew a lot of time would be wasted. No matter how low a price he quoted, she would haggle as if he had been...

Cracking the Code

There’s one thing I have learnt from my days of programming. Not one thing exactly, if I really sit down to count, but this one thing takes the proverbial cake. I was this green, wide-eyed fresher in the mesmerizing world of software development churning out miracles...

The Tao of Sanil 6: Hug Away Grievances

Here’s another one of Sanil and I in the car. The song was playing on radio. To Sanil’s utter bemusement, I prefer to listen to old Hindi songs. Not that I don’t try, I really do, but somehow I cannot stomach new songs… especially when they are not being played in a...

The Case for Forgiveness

How would you like to carry someone else’s baggage for the rest of your life? That too, an unnecessary, discarded one. Not much, I gather, if you have your wits together. Yet, carrying the burden of what someone else did to you is the most favourite of baggages....

Short Story: Lift

It was getting dark. Neena wondered when she will reach home given the traffic situation. Why was there so much traffic in this city? Roads were giving up under the weight of never ending queues humans on machines, not that the roads were robust enough to begin with....

Short Story: Hunger

“Eyes are the biggest betrayers. Some say eyes are windows to the soul. Who knows if they are… or if there is a soul… But betrayers, yes, the eyes are… if you are not careful, they let your secrets out… especially your desires. You know, hunger shines in the eyes...

(Dis)Own Yourself!

Recently, a spiritual teacher of mine told me a story to drive home a point during an intense conversation. It goes something like: “There was a wise teacher who told a hall full of audience after her discourse that she had ‘direct connection’ with God. A scandalized...