Cartoonist. Ramki of Chennai ‘While my grandmother was alive, she used to give me oil bath twice a week. Then, my mother followed that good practice. I had to simply sit on a stool; they applied oil, massaged all over the body and after half an hour washed from head to toe with cheekai powder … Read more
My wife trusted me but not my words. My teachers trusted neither me nor my words. My employer spent most of his time watching through the glass partition to see whether I was in my seat or not. Nothing abnormal in any of their behavior. But, my daughter, my only daughter, to whom I used … Read more
Rs 210. Basic pay was too big an amount for a fresh BSc in 1958. But my Appa said, ‘no, I can’t send my son to Assam’ ‘It is an attractive post as a Silt Analyst with hopes for raising’, I tried to convince him. My father and my wife both shared a good habit- … Read more
A lamp before a deity or shrine, yes, understandable. Flowers at the feet of a deity, understandable. But, why those at the feet of a tree? Are these people mad? Imagine how old would have been this tree. Certainly it would have been standing there seeing several summers and winters. Certainly, it would have seen … Read more
Savithri was in such a hurry when she entered my house that I thought her husband was hiding behind me and she had come to pick him up. ‘He is not here’, I made the position clear without waiting for her asking. ‘Who is not here?’ She asked. ‘Your husband’ ‘Who wants that old man? … Read more
I have noted that after retuning back home, my ledger of problems never shows a Nil balance. Solve one, another problem is waiting behind. So, I have found a way. I don’t treat any of those as ‘problems’ and give importance. Result- I have now only events and not problems! Events come and go. I … Read more
September 28 th is a memorable day for me as my eldest son Ananth ( Sharath/ Kuttan for me ) was born on that day, over forty years ago. Those moments the parents wait to have a first look at the face of the first child ( or the faces of the subsequent children) are … Read more
All children are god’s gifts for their parents but I was more so as I was a Bagavath prasAdam, god’s blessings to my mother’s soul-full prayers after she lost her seemanthaputran, first child hardly one year old, who bore our ancestral name for the eldest child of the family, Vancheeswaran. The tsunami of small … Read more
‘Anantha Jyothy’, my Habsiguda house – takes birth. Bhoomipooja, nearly four decades ago, in the presence of my mother, who was fortunately available at Hyderabad then. She did stay for short periods in this house later, but my father did not, though I was happy that he lived to see the completion of the … Read more
The story of an umbrella and a stick. My father used to say that in our families, women live longer than men. An exception was my wife and fortunately for him, he preceded her. There has to be a scientific basis for every happening unless the celestial masters opt to intervene in human affairs. Now, … Read more