Category Guest Post
Ravi Muthuswamy’s pictures often tell a story.
Here is to the hero of our times, the man who effortlessly navigated through the confusing and confounding times when everything around us was changing. And not just that, he managed to keep us grounded too, giving us an identity when many were going through an identity crisis.
A Women’s Day photo feature celebrating the indomitable spirit and dignity of our sisters from rural India.
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.
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.
An ex-Navy man and blogger, Rahul Bhatia writes on issues that touch us, be it women’s safety or terrorism — in a gentle but forceful manner. He uses both verse and prose to get his point across to the readers. I enjoy his posts for their simplicity and because they often find an echo in […]
I have no choice in the matter,’ is an oft heard statement uttered in various contexts in varied states of helplessness. But contrary to belief, we all have choices, more than we can ever imagine. It is when and if we make them, that determines how we shape our lives.
Far from feeling carefree like butterflies and enjoying their childhood, our kids might actually be glad to leave their childhood behind them, considering how many of them are being pushed to excel by their parents!
Now that English is a global language, with non-native speakers outnumbering native speakers, it has taken on a life of its own in non-English-speaking countries, and the question of correctness, of who owns English, is taking on a new spin.
In any democratic process the cons are as important as the pros for an idea to gain currency and acceptance.
“As an expression, ‘donning different hats’ is a great one, but when I think about roles we take up in life, I feel ‘wearing different shoes’ is actually a better analogy.” A heartfelt tribute to a mother from her daughter.
We soar so high and so fast that we fail to see the hand that is holding us from falling and the other one that puts us into orbit.