When I hear stories of how Ganesha acted as a scribe and wrote down the Mahabharata dictated by Vyasa or how Hanuman wrote his Ramayana on leaves, or the name of Rama on the rocks used to build the bridge to Lanka, I wonder what script they used?…
When the gods churned the ocean of milk, amongst the many treasures that emerged there was a lady called Varuni, daughter of the sea-god Varuna, who was the goddess of wine. Actually goddess of alcohol, but wine sounds so much better than alcohol…
Lately, we are hearing a lot about these new ways of baby making. Makes us think – depending on who we are that either the world is becoming very modern or everything is collapsing…
We are all aware of the famous sons;here is something about the daughters as well…
Mercifully, sometimes, a perceived flaw is a blessing in disguise. (A fictional short story)…
A thousand different languages,scripts,food,castes,religions,political views and beliefs and they all unite to make one India…
The One whose arrival is greeted with the utmost joy,The One whose name has to be uttered before every auspicious occasion…
Does it really matter how we get there ? What matters is where we are trying to reach…