Life is not all about rosy things, though we would like to protect our children from suffering and depressing stuff. Letting them see the world in all its goodness and ugliness through a well written book is perhaps the best way to sensitise them.
Faith, they say, can move mountains. And what better place to find it than a temple or a house of worship, where the faith of thousands effectively makes it throb with positive energy?
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…
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 stopped struggling to breathe. For the record, I didn’t die.
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!
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?
The Cybernag 
Thank you!
A note of thanks to my friends and readers on the eve of the third blogaversary of the Cybernag.