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  • Elephants can remember.

    TOI  had runs and re-runs of women who claimed sexual abuse in retrospect. Or decided to share their disturbed dignity now that they are in a more secure place career wise. This disclosure is on a blogspace and the blog is accessed by TOI, to the whole gamut seems so ridiculous. Okay, the power of…

  • Awaiting Yogi-Ta

    Somewhere in the deep archives of memory there is a story about a very flamboyant old sister who got attention at the cost of her younger one. it never occurred to me that sandwiched between a first born star older sister and a younger brother my  heroine I do not remember her name but lets…

  • Whose’s funeral is it anyway?

    My husband I decided to watch the evening news. The headline screamed,”Arushi murder parents convicted.” The glowing teenager’s snap popped up. Then there was Bacchi Kakaria, some other journalists all dissecting the issues. They are absolutely sure that the culprits are the parents despite of acknowledging that the evidence is circumstantial. Whatever be, if the…

  • Yoga,Tablet and Me.

    Query from Lenovo–How is your everyday life with a tablet…? responses on facebook.com/lenovo AS FOR ME: I wondered tablet… excuse me… I know I am middle aged, and attached to a hospital either as a doctor or as a patient, but that did not justify this question I reckoned. Before you assume that I am Alice who…

  • Issue challenged,

    It is politically incorrect to say, “Mentally retarded” we say “mentally challenged” like I am vertically and horizontally challenged, TOI is issue challenged, or is very picky about it readers… This morning I did something which I rarely do, that reading the TOI I am amazed at the mundane matters that it perceives newsworthy! When…

  • Madras mail.

    Nandini, Arvind, karishma, and Ramit are recreating the Chennai express magic, and I am getting nostalgic. For us it was Madras Mail, from Mangalore to Chennai, the excitement would begin, when we reached the Mangalore station those days there were just three trains leaving the station. There was Kasargod station, where my grandfather’s sister and…

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