I was torn between defending my dharma at school and fighting with my parents about the same thing at home, thinking that the sum-all of Hinduism was its traditions and customs.
I wonder how it is that when someone pulls down something dear to you, even if you have been pulling it down yourself–your hackles are raised enough to defend it tooth and nail.
One can learn to tackle hate, but how does one cope with humiliation and the very negation of one’s identity?
The journey has been long–painful at times, exhilarating at others, but coming full circle has never been so enriching.
The meal served in a temple is nothing short of Anna Brahma, a special gift from the Lord to His devotees.
A Vishnu temple has saltless items as naivedyam for the Lord, while another temple dedicated to Lord Murugan has Munch chocolates!
The concept of naivedyam goes beyond the mere act of offering, investing it with a sacred and spiritual significance
Much like how India was symbolized by elephants and snake charmers, the Kumbh had been reduced to a spectacle of the Naga Sadhus.
The exploits of Krishna were no doubt interesting, and he was a hero in my little eyes; but at six, it was Rama who appealed to my emotions when I heard his story as a six-year-old.
Did you know that Navadurgas are but the conceptual life phases of Devi Parvati, which begins with Siddhidaatri, whom we worship on the last day?
Indian festivals are a great gastronomical delight, and Pongal is no exception.
I wish all my readers a very Happy New Year, filled with positivity, health, joy and contentment.