When I Was a Picture, and Craved for Selfie

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 Published in Hindustan Times  (2.5.2016)

I am not a photo aficionado nor one of those whom you catch getting themselves clicked in different poses and pouts at every function and get-together. I am wary of individual clicks, and most of the time, it’s a cropped image from a larger group that goes as my profile picture.

But there was a time when I wished I could have a collection of my pictures. In May 2010, I fractured my right hand in a freak fall, and lo…! I was grounded for six-week with a plaster. The next few days were an ordeal as the ‘never-seen-before’ situation tested my guts and gumption. Read More…

Posted in Article, Just for Laughs, Selfie-Mania at May 2nd, 2016. No Comments.

Those Were the Days, Joginder Kaur

Published in Hindustan Times (25.9.2015)

It has become a law of human nature that at any given period of time, people rue the times gone by. If we miss our childhood days; our parents miss theirs. There is an interesting adage that goes on in the family, Oah veley si Joginder Kaurey (Those were the days Joginder Kaur)! Nobody knows who this Joginder Kaur was, and who had said these words to her, but the refrain is passed on from one generation to the next.  Read More…

Posted in Article, Just for Laughs at September 25th, 2015. No Comments.

Indo-Pak War – As A Child Remembers It



Also published in The New Indian Express – Bangaluru on 29.9.2015 under the title ‘Days of innocence in the time of war’


Fifty years is not a short period of time. From a 12 year young gal, I have turned into a 62 years old hag. But the memories of those summer days that made the young mind wonder what was happening around us and why there had been so many changes made in our daily routine, are still so fresh.

The Indo-Pak War of 1965 war was the second that I had witnessed, after Sino-Indian War of 1962. As the centre of this war was Kashmir and Punjab, we at Chandigarh were not far off from the arena. Besides ground battle, Aerial Warfare too was a part of it, and that was what had us vulnerable to the perils of warfare. Read More…

Posted in Article, Causes at August 28th, 2015. No Comments.

The Stories We Create


Published in Hindustan Times  (3.8.2015)

Human mind is a complex and super-active machine that remains busy all the time. Sometimes, it stores your experiences in its memory box, whereas at other times, it helps you visualize a rosy picture of the things to come. Belying the twin concepts of time and space, it helps you live your past and future in the present. It also has the very unique quality of weaving stories, some of which vanish as soon as they are created; while the rest stick. Anything and everything can become the subject of these stories – we, our dear ones, a scene or a person around us. Read More…

Posted in Article, Just for Laughs at August 3rd, 2015. No Comments.

Bards of Yore


I dare to step in the idyllic world

Of the Bards, gone away

With unsure thoughts; and pounding heart

I enter a forbidden field, my legs too give way Read More…

Posted in Causes, Poem at June 12th, 2015. No Comments.

Aruna Shanbaug – A Tribute

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She was no Jyoti or Nirbhaya….

Not born in the age of fast news;

No voices, no candles, no protests,

Grieved for her! Read More…

Posted in Causes, Poem at May 19th, 2015. No Comments.

A Retrospection


We always tend to classify our life into well-defined, sharply contoured pigeonholes: childhood – youth – middle age – old age. Or on more practical and functional level we count this linear time as student-life – professional-life; marriage; parenthood; retirement; children’s marriages.

But what after that? Read More…

Posted in Article, Causes at May 5th, 2015. No Comments.

Let the Fingers Talk


The Empty Nest syndrome had frightened me even when my boys were studying. As I live in a small town that doesn’t enjoy the luxury of MNCs and corporate sector, I knew the little birdies would very soon take wings to scale unknown heights. And the impending ‘retirement’ too had been staring me in the face. What will I do? An impulsive talker, what I dreaded most was the thought of having no one to listen to my incessant natter. Husbands pretend to be all ears; but in reality, they are never listening to what you are saying! Moreover, I didn’t want to be labeled as an ‘old hag’ whose time’s up and who now deserved to be written off and shut off in a closet! I pulled my socks up and learnt to run along with the fast-paced world! Yes…! I decided to become cell phone/ android savvy. Read More…

Posted in Article, Just for Laughs at April 14th, 2015. No Comments.

A Sachet at Schiphol


Published in Hindustan Times (6.4.2015)

It was my maiden flight, and first out of India, too. Boarding an aircraft for the first time at 58 is more trepidation than fun. I was praying silently as the jet took off. All the news I had heard about air-crash tragedies rang in my ears, and the prayers became faster. Read More…

Posted in Article, Just for Laughs at April 6th, 2015. No Comments.

31st of March

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Come 31st of March; and I go down the memory lane. The intoxicating fragrance of the marigolds fills each pore of my being. A day of anxiety, anticipation, excitement and a little trepidation, it wove a labyrinth of dreams and nightmares. The previous night would be  spent rolling in the bed, waiting for the first light of the day to usher in the grand finale! Read More…

Posted in Article, Just for Laughs at March 31st, 2015. No Comments.