There is a scene in the 1989 Tamil movie Apoorva Sagodharargal (Hindi’s Appu Raja) where Kamal Hasaan quips “Pallu Kusarthu’ ( extreme sensitivity to the teeth - the closest translation sans the panache! ) as Gowthami learns to change gears while driving her car. The...
Musings & Moments
An Ode to the Home Help
(This was written quite sometime back and was published in Deccan Herald, when I was singularly unlucky with the home help...over the years, I have two wonderful souls in my life..who have made my life much better! With the pandemic, I guess we have learnt this the...
Doing Nothing yet enjoying the Summer Vacation
The schools and colleges have re-opened after the summer break. With that, the number of announcements of dance classes, summer courses, clay-modelling sessions, swimming training and the like has dwindled. Come March-April, children get engaged with various such...
The Ecstasy of Shopping with a Teen- Humour
I have come to the conclusion that I would rather undergo a root canal treatment than to go shopping with my teenage daughter. She felt, as always, that she had nothing to wear for the informal farewell of her class and wanted me to accompany her for the selection....
Baggage of Memories
Is it easy to pack all your memories in a suitcase? It is not easy, but that is what we expected our mother to do; to pack up 60 years of memories with my father and the family that they had made together into a bag. We asked her to pack up whatever she had...
Battle of the Bulge- Humour
I am a typical example of what one could call a “jack of all trades and master of none” in my eternal quest to attain the impossible- the reduction of weight. The fact that my blouses were refusing to go in with ease eluded me till it was a little too late. I always...
Re- discovering my happy place – Personal essay
Till the beginning of this year, if I had been asked the question, “What are you afraid of?” I would have answered, “Not talking to or meeting anyone.” In my opinion, solitary confinement is the worst possible punishment. Going five minutes without talking was...
The Untold story of my Mother
My mother was a product of her upbringing. The stiff upper lip, a legacy of the British Empire, was left behind even after independence and it became the trademark of my mother’s parental home in Madras, which is now known as Chennai, a South Indian coastal city in...
An Ode to my Era
Whoever says that the present generation has it easy, must either be talking through their hat or to use the present day lingo, ‘be high!’ Being a 60s child, I believe that my life was a cakewalk compared to what these millennia are going through. I had no pressure...








