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Category: Ballads

  • Divine nourishment

    Akshaya Trithiya celebrates abundance. This abundance is personified by DhanyaLakshmi. Food or what is refered to as “Anna” is one of them. The sacred texts say The hymn to Annapurneshwari talks about Anna being pratyeksha maheshwari. The visible divine.  For food is the primary need of every living creature in the plant and animal world.…

  • The fort at Kittur

    Choral Ghats are duly crossed we traverse through Belgaum town, unfortunately we did not really stop to see around Belgaum, and shot out to Kittur that is 30kms away on the new high way. For me this is a dream come true. Enroute we did cross the summer Vidhana Soudha an abridged version of the…

  • Outflow

    One thing I really like about the tradition of Devi Bhagavatam or the Shakti cult is the fundamental belief that  everything in the universe is energy and since energy is dynamic energy is feminine. Many of us do give, old clothes, and unwanted to things. Some of us even donate money or help others, but…

  • Gang further tae gie closer.

    “ “If you listen to the wind very carefully, you’ll be able to hear from whisper my love for you.” Lachlan and told me the day he left for Bombay on job. The small Anglo-Indian community near Mysore actually we were more Kannada speaking  maybe our only claim to the Queens country was our family…

  • The story teller.

    The character— http://www.amazon.in/Jacob-Hills-Ismita-Tandon-Dhanker/dp/9350296497 Sameer – the story teller. 30 odd year old journalist by profession., nearing six feet lanky frame, he really looked fragile. Yet there was strength of character that spoke through the fragility. A commitment, what the poets called “Junoon” he was the boy who lived. Who lived to tell the tale. The…

  • The Goatherd

    The character–.http://www.amazon.in/Jacob-Hills-Ismita-Tandon-Dhanker/dp/9350296497 Abu khan miyan, And his herd of mountain sheep. They live on the slopes of Kashmir, the paradise on earth. When they say Paradise is lost, it is so true, no longer is joy, or Sufism in the air. The fabric of monotheism be it Shaivaite or Islam, the valley has forgotten it…