Gifting has now become a crazy game of catch-me-if-you-can, where the sentiment behind the gift is lost in the competition to show off. Weren’t gifts supposed to be something to be selected lovingly, given with a lot of love and cherished?
Pico Iyer and his ‘Falling off the Map’ has brought out the book reviewer in me!
Listening is an art, a therapy, a spiritual act, no less. But for listening to be effective, the listener has to do it with her heart, else the one being listened to finds no solace.
We have double standards and are very choosy about whom we defend, for we are hypocrites. It has a name : Selective outrage.
It was a reunion that made us forty years younger as we went back to school and relived the memories, acting out some of them, even as the spouses, children and teachers looked indulgently on…
Grief can do a lot of things to people, most of them negative — including hatred and violence. But grief is at its positive best when a family shattered by the death of a loved one in a traumatic road accident comes forward to donate the organs, because even in death, there is hope for other lives to be saved.
Lucky are those who can happily shop in a mega store or mall, finding all they want under one roof. I have to shop at two or three different places as some of the items are only available at certain stores.
‘Why do you need to breathe, when I am breathing for you?’ he asks me simply. And then I let go and stop struggling to breathe. For the record, I didn’t die.
The festival of Karthigai is as important as, or rather even more important than Diwali for Tamilians. It is the original festival of lights when every house and temple is aglow with the light of hundreds of lamps.
The Sunday Book Club is so informal and the discussions are such fun that to my greatest delight, even I tweet like mad, getting replies and retweets too!
Even as times change, there are some things that remain constant, such as the enchantment of the diya burning bright on Diwali, discovers my guest blogger Arti.
Folk arts and crafts are slowly vanishing from villages and finding their way into TV studios, swank auditoriums and posh living rooms, in their designer avatars. Should we be thankful that they are surviving, at least this way?