I didn’t realise that the event I was attending, almost casually, almost by chance as an impulsive acceptance of a friend s invitation would later on get immortalized as such a seminal event . I had just left my teens and it was my first...
I love to dance and have since I was very young. Its no secret, I’m very happy to admit that most days you may find me having a quick dance whenever an opportunity arises, even while walking in the garden Dance for me is exhilarating. It...
No matter how busy I was with work, with business, there remained this irrepressible urge to express myself, little by little, on a different computer, in a different room; peaceful, tranquil, looking out over the sunlit, afternoon back lawn, form the coolness of the blue...
1. What could be more important than love? Nothing like love to make life that much more meaningful and worthwhile. It imbues it with that extra and special meaning. Things become that much more precious because you have this person in your life. And because...
One of the best things from the outer journey is that an inner journey too takes place that is at least as profound and as momentous. To pick an example at random, courage in situations is not an ongoing thing nor even a character trait, surprisingly....
I remember an Israeli girl describing to an English girl in London, the intensity of an Israeli summer. How extremely hot it was and how she revelled in its unique feeling. I felt that she could have been describing an Indian summer. How does she...
Ask an Olympic athlete the value of a fraction of a second, it is said. But ask anyone of us, who’s had a dear one ill, the value of health – immeasurable is the deeply felt realisation. Doctors have a battery of tests – technological tools...
‘Tis the ides of March. In school it often reminded us of Caesar, Cassius and Brutus. Now as those classroom memories fade, we are still left with the blue skies this month has in Delhi, the soft breeze and the leaves in the wind. There...
The picture that comes to mind is a young man leaning forward slightly, with his hands behind his back, something clutched in them, with the possibility of a kiss, on his mind, walking towards a young woman, who in turn is walking towards him, also...
Since the time I was a small child, I have heard about and seen photos of Jinnah at grand teas in our front lawn, sitting on sofas, immaculately dressed, talking either to my mother or my father Ramkrishna Dalmia. At these parties the British Who's...