Even as I was sucked into the heady concoction of melodrama, sex and action in the books by Harold Robbins, I came up for air and breathed the air of the philosophy of Objectivism of Ayn Rand as I …...
The air was smitten by the cries of “Ganapati Bappa Moriya”. Mahesh, a seven year old boy, watched this wondrous sight from behind the shelter of a parked car. He loved Ganesh!...
Life was a lark! I was in that stage of my life where I was settled, free of all responsibilities and enjoying the accrued benefits resulting from retirement after years of hard work and self denia…...
The status of women in India over the ages has swung from one extreme of a pendulum to the other; on the one hand they have been revered as Devis or Goddesses and embodiment of Shakti while on the …...
The music stopped and I cavorted gracefully to take a bow. The audience was on its feet and the thundering applause went on and on. I bowed with folded hands repeatedly, basking in the love and app…...