Since the 4 of us (family) are hardly together, the moment brother announced his around new year’s eve trip, we planned a little excursion to Shegaon (the karmabhumi of Gajanan Maharaj)My views/thoughts about god are still evolving. Or so I think. And I have strictly no opinions about any religion. It always fails me why…
Since childhood we have had this tradition of meeting both sides of the family at least once an year. With baba’s side all being pretty elderly and now family sizes growing with cousins getting married, and everyone dispersing and settling down, the meets are now normally confined to big family functions like weddings. Otherwise normally…
So when I was struggling to get my bearings straight on the Indian timeline, a dear friend who now lives in Chennai asked me to visit her. After the initial inertia from mom dad about the ayodhya verdict, its implications etc (which proved out to be nothing thanks to all of us maturing) they conceded…
Most of you will agree that life as a student is slow except for those elevated periods of activity and exhaustion during exams and semester end. But on a routine basis if you follow a time table life is more or less the same. Having done that for almost 2 years I was REALLY looking…
Lots of free time, normally should translate to lots of activity on blogosphere and lots of posts (refers to non-sense here). alas.. I use that time to unravel the deeper mysteries eluding humankind, trying to decipher the meaning behind the metamorphosis this world is undergoing, in short making sense of it all …. BULL-CRAP !!!…
That’s my new address (and is also an eye-catcher!). 7 year olds are the only people I get along well with these days. The one I am talking about is a cousin, who was not very much acquainted with my ways. I am sure now she knows whom to look forward to when she fancies…
A travelogue of my flight from Chicago to Paris.(the real post sits tight in my lappy’s crashed hard-drive, never to get retrieved :() From last minute travel plans to the last minute rush to reach the railway/train station or airport in time, I can be awarded a PhD. (Since this blog is all about myself,…
What happens when a bunch of Indians teach a South American how to play Badminton ?? Racket Ball. Well our poor South American friend was as usual caught between us (badminton enthusiasts) and him (a basketball freak) and the sweetheart that he is, he agreed to play badminton with us. Little did he know about…
Published on public demand. For all that is good in us and for all that is not so bad, For all that is open ended in us and for all that does not close, For all that is grown up in us, and for all that is yet so small,Will you give friendship another chance…