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( Standing on an elevated parapet and looking at the mesmerising expanse of water of Tawa reservoir was an exquisite experience. The sights and sounds were feast to the senses and mana to the soul) In an ethereal realm, transcending time, Where serenity blooms, ineffable, divine, A tranquillity unmatched, beyond compare, Envelops my weary mindContinue reading “A Day on The Tawa”

The Indian Grey Hornbill Part II The one aspect of my life that I deem comparable, if not superior, to any other living being on earth including humans, is the way I raise my family. There is a lot that is on offer in my life, for learning and assimilating from me and my female,Continue reading “A Warm heart in An Ungainly Body”

The Indian Grey Hornbill If there are no hornbills there will be no cedars, And so many-other-trees,And may be no man! For, it is for them that it rains still in the forests, in spite of man Who keeps cutting treesand hunting all that he fancies! I may be denigrated as a bird that possessContinue reading “A Warm Heart in An Ungainly Body”

(The first rain is in many ways like first love. Pure, innocent, spontaneous, unrestrained, defying cessation, or interruption. While the passion it ignites is unmatched, the memories endure for ever, always enkindling a tender serenity and a sweet nostalgia.) The first rain, a memory carved deep,Echoing through time, where memories sleep,Its fragrance lingers in theContinue reading “The First Rain”

One of the most mesmerizing and serene spots to enjoy the majesty and beauty of the Narmada is from the parapet of the courtyard of the Circuit House at Hoshangabad (now Narmadapuram). There are places where time seems to have stood still since eternity. So little has changed, and what has, has changed ever soContinue reading “The Narmada at Hoshangabad – A Slice of Beauty Frozen in Time”

There was a time, not too far in the past, when completing seventy years of life was hailed as a milestone. No longer – many deem seventy years neither ripe nor old. With the average life expectancy in India over 70 years, it does not cause much excitement; it merits only a qualified acknowledgement, ifContinue reading “On Turning 70”

Why then I am called False Ashok Part II My only known de-merit is that I was not born in India. Unlike my namesake whose many claims to fame include its Indian origin celebrated and eulogized in various literary works, I don’t boast of a regal parentage. Should it make me worry? Certainly not! BecauseContinue reading “I Take Away Sorrow too.”

Part I They call me the false Ashok. I cannot find it complimentary.  I am as tall and beautiful and graceful as any tree in the world and no less attractive or opulent than my namesake. And yet they call me a fake. How cruel! It pains and hurts. What’s in a Name? I stand tallContinue reading “I Take Away Sorrow Too!So why am I the False Ashok?”

Part III Regulation Can Stand Between Anarchy and Order The clamour for regulation surprisingly is led not by consumers so much as it is by the tech companies who are the creators and purveyors of these chatbots.  When the Senator Blumenthal opened the hearing of Senate Judiciary Subcommittee, he began by playing an audio clipContinue reading “Why AI Driven Chatbots Must be Regulated?”