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
The Power of Sensitization
I have a thousand things to say to you and a thousand reasons not to… Are many adults caught in the predicament most effectively summarized by the above quote? Should we talk, shouldn’t we, on unpleasant yet important subjects to our children? What is the right age to...
Love that smothers
A acquaintance is the youngest of many children. Like Peter Pan, she was a girl who never grew up. Sandwiched between her well-meaning older sibling and her versatile yet misdirected husband, she never ventured beyond her comfort zone. Recently, a mother who came to...
A note to my Son’s teacher _ A satire based on Abraham Lincoln’s letter
Revisit the very famous, A Letter From Abraham Lincoln To His Son’s Teacher Based on the above, here is my satire on Abraham Lincoln’s very famous letter to his son’s headmaster. A note to my Son’s teacher Dear Teacher, My son would have learnt by now that all men are...
Tis the season of mango musings
When Basanti’s Mausi reminds the former to get mangoes for *achaar* in the film Sholay in 1975, she spoke for all the women before her and after. Mangoes have come to symbolize the coming of summer. It is the season of romance and abundance when everything is in bloom...
The Cross that I Bear
Why can’t I let go; The feeling of inferiority that I carried through my school days to now ? Why can’t I let go; The sheer disappointment that I saw in your eyes When you saw my math Marks? Why can’t I let go; The hurt, the resentment and anger That your words...
