Welcome to my Musings over a cup of tea
Thank you for stopping by. This blog is everything from Mundane to the Serious and all things in between. Though fiction is my forte (I am leaning towards bite-sized micro-fiction of late), I do dabble in poetry, though I call myself a reluctant poet. I love to share my thoughts on life, philosophy, the English language, and last but not least, give some unsolicited advice. The last comes rather too easily, having been a teacher and a parent and all that, I want to tell my wards and children, I write!
-Chandrika R Krishnan
About Me
I am a Bengaluru-based writer and educationist and like all things beginning with a ‘T’ – talking, teaching, tales and tea. I consider myself a late bloomer ..so late that even to date I can say I am only partially unfurled. My articles are mostly on what I want to tell my adult children but don’t dare! On a serious note, I like learning and I do most of them through observation. I also feel that we all are better equipped to handle other people’s problems than our own so I am able to write about varied happenings around me.
I also volunteer at a local hospital and also at a Seva centre that feeds the poor. I take storytelling sessions for underprivileged and try to help them with academics.
recent posts
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...
Why India’s Middle-Aged Are The New Sandwich Generation
Many of India’s middle-aged have become the sandwich generation, taking care of their elderly and the young. But what is it doing to them, especially the women? It was in the early 90s that I came across an ardent ‘foreign’ devotee at the Sri Sathya Sai Baba Ashram in...
Packed with Love and care: The taste of Home in a small box
When I came across a news item about a school requesting parents not to send lunch ordered via delivery apps, I was transported to my school days and my own romance with the lunch box. One of the highlights of my school days was, “What’s in my lunch box?” Well, I did...
Mirror, Mirror on the phone
My friends and I were in our revolting tweens and snickered at a woman who regularly spoke and gestured to herself in shop windows, as we waited for our school bus. A teacher happened to notice and chastised us, one fine day. She said, that the woman must have had...
My romance with the train …..
There is something in a train journey that has fascinated a lot of people and I am one of them. Maybe, it has to do with stories like the “The Little Engine That Could,’ that I had read when I was a child. It could also be Ruskin Bond’s tales on trains and tunnels or...
Happiness unlimited, Facebook style
My worse half and I are barely on talking terms. It all started when I said he must create an account on Facebook like the way the whole ‘world and his wife’ is creating. Looking at his mulish expression, I tried to convince him that he could find his long lost...