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അങ്ങനെയൊരു ‘ഉത്രാട’പ്പാച്ചിൽ

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Picture Courtesy: Rishikesh Damodhar

തിരുവോണത്തിന്റെ തലേന്ന് ഉത്രാടമെങ്കിൽ, ഓണപ്പരിപാടിയുടെ തലേന്നും ഉത്രാടമല്ലേ – by extension? എന്തായാലും പാച്ചിലിനൊരു കുറവും ഇല്ല.  Read the rest of this entry

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Waterlilies

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The simple joys of life – they are the best. It’s amazing how a simple little thing like a flower can boost up the cheer factor of your day quite a few notches. Yesterday, for me, it was my waterlily. I cannot even begin explaining how much joy that single flower brought to my day. Read the rest of this entry

How to Make Momos / Dumplings / Potstickers- that come in a Box, from a Freezer – in 42 Steps

Sometimes you’ve got that craving you’ve just got to take care of. And sometimes you’ve got to resort to those frozen thingamajigs. But who said it was just, shove ’em in the microwave and zap’em? Read the rest of this entry

The Chromosome Chronicles

Sunday Morning Conversation

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The XY Chromosome in its natural habitat

9 am. 

XX Chromosome: So I take Daughter #2 to dance class and will be back by 10.30.   Let’s make it brunch today. There is no time for a separate breakfast and lunch. Unless you want to grab a bowl of cereal. Read the rest of this entry

Jayalalitha Jayaram – And Why I Choose to be Tamil Today

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I don’t think anyone from outside the state of Tamil Nadu would fully comprehend the magnitude of this loss. That unabashed outpouring of grief, that unfettered display of emotion, that heartfelt cry of, “Amma!’ from a swirling sea of people… it might look weird, theatrical or downright ridiculous to an outsider. But believe me, there isn’t much fake about those scenes on your TV screen. That’s the Tamil for you – genuine, spontaneous, and unafraid to express his feelings. Read the rest of this entry

You and I

No,

You are not my other half,

Better or worse.

Nor do you complete,

Me or my sentences.

I do not begin

Where you end,

And when you fall asleep,

Your eyes close – not mine.

We are simply two wholes.

But together we create,

A wholeness times two,

That sets the sun on fire.

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

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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. Read the rest of this entry