Learning and Unlearning of Dr.Jekyll and Madam Hyde.
Noololyako chenni, noololyako the base voice of the singer was crooning. Asking his glamorous lady love, why doesn’t she spin? “ratiyillelo jaana ”she replies, that she needs a spinners wheel...the dialogue goes on in the nasal twang of the folk singers. Once upon a time these singers would never enter Durbar-e-khaas. But the song is …
World toilet day The UN has declared Nov.19th as the world Toilet day. We have lived and grown up with toilets, of course during our younger days when we travelled we never used public toilets since we were worried about hygiene with the advent of pay toilets those are taken care off too. The impact …
“my new footwear has come, you use the old one” Dan said tossing the Amazon wrapping on the living room floor. Something within Sarah just snapped, it always the same, almost like she was a dustbin. “one thali, one khichdi without Kadi, one aloo parata,” Dan took a breather, looked at his wife, and added, …
Most folk festivals are about gratitude, and thanks giving. So is the Lothas Naga festival of Thoku Emong. Thoku means feast, and Emong is halt. The festival is celebrated by the Naga Lothas tribe in the first week of November. The government however has currently declared 6th- 7th of November as the festival days though …
The Lord of Udupi is trapped within the temple , his devotee is trapped in a cell outside. People throng, gone are the days where in the open corridors of temple sat genteel women stringing flowers and singing devaranama. Beside it was the place where the swamiji from one of the ashtamatta would be rendering …
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“She was never there when I needed her.” “Everyday it was roti sabzi, in the lunch box, or for dinner. I had to throw sever tantrums for her to give me cakes or biscuits.” Swara’s complaints about her mother went on. Swara only seem to see the lack...lack of time that her mother gave her. …
vital aspect of the ritual of waking up, the cup of coffee, with my first cup of coffee, I pray, its a silent prayer sung while the mind is still foggy and blue,”O Magic cup,” it goes,”carry me above the traffic jam. Keep me civil in the subway.And forgive employer as you forgive me.Amen”—by the …
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May 1997 Kasturba Medical College Prof.Dr.S.N.Rao looked at the x-ray, he sighed deeply “70% tissue infiltration. Grade 2” was his diagnosis. The four faces before him resigned. There was no moaning or why me happening here. It was acceptance of a situation. Dr.Rao had just diagnosed cerebral tumor in my 74yr. Old grandmother. “actually we …
