Letter II: The Golden Cup and the Dream Behind It Dear Parth, Viyanka, and Veyd, Every great adventure has a treasure. For football, that treasure is the World Cup Trophy. But where did this golden prize come from? Who first imagined a tournament in which countries from every corner of the world would compete against oneContinue reading “The World Cup: A Primer from Grandpa-II”
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World Cup: A Primer from Grandpa-I
(This series of short letters has been written as FIFA World Cup fever grips the world today. They are meant as a way of introducing my grandchildren to the game they have been watching with growing curiosity. The final letter in the series will appear after the tournament has concluded. They are not intended asContinue reading “World Cup: A Primer from Grandpa-I”
माँ विंध्यवासिनी – विंध्याचल की देवी
शक्ति, स्मृति और समय का तीर्थ उत्तर प्रदेश के मिर्जापुर जनपद में विंध्य पर्वत शृंखला में अवस्थित है विंध्यवासिनी देवी का सिद्ध मंदिर, बावन शक्तिपीठों में एक, कहते हैं यहाँ माँ सती का बाँया अंगूठा गिरा था। कुछ तीर्थ ऐसे होते हैं जहाँ हम दर्शन करने जाते हैं, और कुछ ऐसे भी हैं जहाँ पहुँचकर लगता है कि हम किसी जीवंतContinue reading “माँ विंध्यवासिनी – विंध्याचल की देवी”
The Thread That Runs Through Us
A Father’s Day Reflection Another Father’s Day has arrived.A year has passed yet not much has changed. Or perhaps everything has changed, but so gradually that one notices it only when pausing to look back.My father remains absent and present in equal measure. Forty-seven years after his departure, I still find myself consulting him inContinue reading “The Thread That Runs Through Us”
At Seventy-Three Part-II
A Reflection on Time, Purpose, and Quiet Continuance Part II: Continuance Stillness, in these years, acquires a deeper meaning. What appears outwardly as withdrawal may inwardly be a fuller engagement. Ancient wisdom has always hinted at this paradox: there is action in inaction, and inaction in action. A slower pace allows attention to deepen. OneContinue reading “At Seventy-Three Part-II”
At Seventy-Three-Part I
A Reflection on Time, Purpose, and Quiet Continuance Part I: The Clearing There comes a time in life when celebration yields, almost instinctively, to stillness. One does not resist the passing of years, nor does one hurry to greet what remains. One pauses instead, —listening for what silence, newly audible, might now be asking. Seventy-threeContinue reading “At Seventy-Three-Part I”
Horn OK Please
The Motorcycle Manifesto I wonder how many of us have experienced it. A motorcycle roars past, its silencer apparently discarded as an unnecessary accessory. The sound is not merely loud; it is physically invasive. Startled pedestrians look up in alarm. Conversations stop mid-sentence. Birds take flight. For a fleeting moment one wonders whether a movingContinue reading “Horn OK Please”
What Draws Millions to Vrindavan?
The queue moved so slowly that it seemed hardly to move at all. The summer sun beat down relentlessly upon Vrindavan. Faces glistened with perspiration. Elderly pilgrims leaned against railings for support, a few of them confined to wheelchairs, with sons or relatives standing patiently behind them. Women from every background chatted ceaselessly to passContinue reading “What Draws Millions to Vrindavan?”
भवभूति, समय और सृजनात्मकता
साहित्य में कुछ विभूतियाँ अपनी असंख्य कृतियों के कारण अमर होती हैं, और कुछ ऐसी होती हैं जिनकी एक ही पंक्ति उनके व्यक्तित्व का शाश्वत परिचय बन जाती है। संस्कृत साहित्य के महान नाटककार भवभूति उन्हीं विरल रचनाकारों में हैं जिनकी स्मृति उनके नाटक ‘मालती माधव’ के एक श्लोक मात्र से भी जीवित है. `ये नाम केचिदिह नः प्रथयन्त्यवज्ञांContinue reading “भवभूति, समय और सृजनात्मकता”
When Paradise becomes A Parking Lot
In the past few weeks, several friends have returned from summer visits to India’s celebrated hill stations. Their stories were remarkably similar. Not one began by describing pine forests, mountain sunsets, misty mornings or cool evenings. Instead, they spoke of traffic jams stretching for kilometres, vehicles crawling for hours along mountain roads, overflowing hotels, litteredContinue reading “When Paradise becomes A Parking Lot”
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