‘He, the patient?,’ asked the girl at the clinic counter, after examining my insurance papers handed over by Megh, daughter-in-law. ‘Me, the patient?,’ I asked myself. ‘Why does she call me a patient?’. In the next moment I mused again, ‘if I’m not a patient, why did I come here?. My problem according to me … Read more
Remove the outer skin of Pomegranate, collect the seeds, but don’t discard the skin! Remember grand ma’s home remedy ? After sun- drying the skin, she used to preserve the outer shell in sealed bottles and when required, powder it, mix it with warm butter -milk and serve. I fact, even the pomegranate seeds … Read more
I forgot what this is about. Oh, it is about forgetfulness! ‘Forgetfulness is one of the ‘curses’ of old age’ Do you agree? No, I don’t . It is in fact, a gift from the God. Many times, it is a boon to forget some past happenings in life, which otherwise will be tormenting us. … Read more
I forgot what this is about. Oh, it is about forgetfulness! ‘Forgetfulness is one of the ‘curses’ of old age’ Do you agree? No, I don’t . It is in fact, a gift from the God. Many times, it is a boon to forget some past happenings in life, which otherwise will be tormenting us. … Read more
‘A rich person is really not the one who has the most but is the one who needs the least’ — It takes time to understand this truth but earlier we learn, good for us. ———————————- Under great distress she said, ‘I want to join Buddhism, as our gods have failed me’ ‘Do you think … Read more
We outsource almost everything almost everything, including God-worship a purely personal affair between man and his creator. The Chettiar in my corner shop does pooja on Saturday evenings through an ‘Iyer’, on payment. A couple in the neighborhood, extremely busy with their medical career, gets the pooja in their home, done through a Pandit, just … Read more
One of the problems created by my long overseas stay is my memory loss of my original dialect. Otherwise why did I forget the customary way of talk when I entered uninvited into the house of my childhood friend and neighbour, Muthappa, during my last visit to Olavakkode, where I grew? ‘Hei, Ayishaa!,’ I entered … Read more
From my archives A view through the car window on a journey from New Jersey to Baltimore Whatever be the skin colour, every body, ultimately has to go back to the Elements. So, like cafeterias, cloth shops or churches or temples, the burial ground too have demand in any country, any city, any village. Our … Read more
This picture brings to my memory two stories, I have heard about the childhood weddings of olden days. Two brothers were getting married on the same day. The girls were below ten and boys older only by a few years. While the couples turned the street corner holding hands, on their way to the nearby … Read more
There was a big rock formation on the main road of the South village, which was removed and the road leveled, by Doriappan mama who also took lead in the construction of a Mantapam for the Krishnaswamy, where the marriage of my first sister took place over five decades ago. He had a small … Read more