Parwatisingari's Weblog

Category: Us people

  • Way of the word warrior

    #IamWashiqur Here rest the Warrior of Words, may his soul rest in peace. 30th march a Bangladeshi Blogger, Washiqur Rahman was hacked to death. He wrote under the pseudonym Washiqur Babu and Kutshit Hasher Chhana that translates to ugly ducklying. He was considered a progressive thinker. He has been contributing to the blog site www.somewhereinblog.net.…

  • The Thirst Quenchers of Hyderabad

    The thirst quenchers.. It is wonderful to see how rituals associated with an event alters with the need of the terrain, then there is further modification with call of time.  One of the simplest joys of life, “water” it does not resist, it flows, when we plunge our hand into it, all that we feel…

  • 2IT=> IT (Indian Talent)+IT(information technology)=India Tomorrow?

    #digitalindia The government envisions a digital India, and e-governance is supposed to be the core of it. fine, this is because e-governance or I do not know if digital India will empower the Indian. Technology of course becomes the key to the digital india vision. Intel promises to support this because innovation would definitely drive…

  • Dealing With traffic offenders.

    Parking on the footpath. Vendors hogging the footpath Bullying auto drivers Are parts of the great Indian civic society.  We live and survive through it.  The next level of this is– the motorists who break the traffic rules.  Most of the offenders don’t stop when signalled, and then there are few diligent ones who do…

  • Evaluating friendships

    there comes a time in our lives when we need to evaluate our relationships how many slams in an old screen door? Depends on how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread—depends on how thin you cut it. how many goods in a day depends on how we live them. how much…

  • Adivaram Angadi.

    Adivaram Angadi, , To me it sounded like a Sunday market. Once I entered it reminded me of a very sophisticated   “santé” vendors with their  home-grown ware selling it once a week. Instead of the shoddy sari’s and mundu’s it was a carefully groomed “ethnic chic” in the air. It was to take place at…