Do you remember being a third grader?. Those are times when what we value is much different from what we bother to value now. Yet many incidents from those times get stuck in us keeping us aware that we too were kids. Though I am not quite sure of all that were important to me at that age, I am sure studies definitely was not … Continue reading If my dad had the habit of chewing betel Leaves….
Folks from Kerala who ask me where I went to school are sometimes surprised when I say I went to a school in Meenchanda. Because Meenchanda in Malayalam means fish market. There are some funny guys who respond back and say “Yes, we knew that from the moment we know you, you could not have gone anywhere else” Well that being said, my school days … Continue reading Memories of NSS Meenchanda
Tum Itna Jo Muskura Rahe ho; Kya Gham Hein Jisko Chupa Rahe ho. When he with his soulful voice asked us what is the sorrow hidden behind the smiles, many of us would have felt touched for every one of us have had the experience of smiling some unknown personal wound. Jagjit Singh’s voice and Ghazals made his fans open up and meet their inner … Continue reading Your voice will always hold us together in silence
I was born today, 40 years ago. I am sure my mother should be remembering it just like yesterday, for I could feel it when she called me to wish. I remember that of my kids just like it was yesterday. Birth is the beginning of something that sets in motion a serious of events interlinking multiple lives at multiple levels of relationships. From the … Continue reading I turned 40 Today!
With all respects to my teachers in school, I still can’t explain how bored I was going to school and sitting through the classes. Except of course a malayalam class by Mr. Waheed in my 5th grade who told us stories from hindu mythology. Even at that age I liked the fact that he being a muslim passionately taught us stories of Rama and Krishna … Continue reading An open Letter to my teachers
Vinod Narayan 