Of Slippers, Rings, And Other Such Trinkets

The philosopher Blaise Pascal once remarked, “Cleopatra’s nose, had it been shorter, the whole face of the world would have been changed.” Something tells me it wasn’t just the nose that would have changed the history of the world. A nose ring perhaps.

Just take a gander through history and literature and look at the havoc created by the various accessories women use to adorn themselves. Maybe it wasn’t havoc all the time, but you have to admit that the various trinkets women wear have played significant roles in many tales.

A Wake up Call – The Brutal Rape and Murder of Sowmya

With the verdict out on the brutal rape and murder of Sowmya that happened five years ago, I revisited this old column I had written for www.yentha.com

Public memory is very short lived, especially with regard to the tragic. It is probably a survival instinct, or escapism, but a lot of times, we choose to push to the very back of our minds that which is unpleasant. It has been just close to a week and already she is beginning to fade from our collective memories. The 24/7 infotainment blitzkrieg is bombarding us with a host of newer images that are pushing out the tragic images that filled our minds last week – that of a young girl at the threshold of life, who died a horrible death, thanks to the lust of a brute.

The Yogic Way

I do have my moments. Moments when the health bug bites me and I am off on a bout of healthy lifestyles, long walks and slimming diets. The one who suffers the most for the latter is of course my long-suffering husband who has by now been forced through every diet fad, from the Atkins to the Flexitarian. The logic behind it is simple, based upon a promise he made to me at some weak moment about eighteen twenty one years ago – that he would stick with me through thick and thin. Here I am trying to get thin. And I firmly believe that he needs to be with me. I am just trying to save him from breaking his word. Plus, the unwritten law that holds marriages together decrees that if I suffer, he does too.

You Are Your Mother…Like It Or Not!

Reposting an old one I had written a few years back.

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Like a million rebelling teenage girls, I too grew up swearing I would never turn out to be like my mother when it was my turn to be one. Time and Life have a funny way of ganging up on you and springing the most ironic surprises in your face and making your words come back to bite you.

You Can’t Run the Long Arm of the Law

It was just like in the movies. There it was, a police car with flashing blue lights and a wailing siren weaving through lanes and chasing…. ME!