Little Drops of Memories

I woke up because of the light streaming from the windows.  The upstairs windows have no curtains and when kept open the windows work as airways and keep the rooms cool, no, cold, so cold that even in the hottest summer one needs a thick sheet to keep warm.  I lazed in my little bed… Continue reading Gourmet Guruvayur – marachini and ullisammandi

That mad race, for success A mighty title in a large organization, a large home, children in a well known school or a college of repute, a car that people take notice of.......these are some of the trappings many of us race for and run the race believing that its only when we end the… Continue reading That mad race, for success

The moment I became a consultant the reaction of friends and family is, "Oh! now you can work to your time and to your convenience".  My colleagues went on a different level, they immediately visualised me as a successful entrepreneur and assumed that I am earning like never before and more than anyone else. They… Continue reading Musings of an HR consultant

If only I had been taught to be happy! I was taught the alphabets, the numbers, to build words and sentences, the rules of grammar, the laws of science, the stories in history but I do not remember being taught to be happy.  I now wonder if it is important to be taught to be… Continue reading

Teachings of the children I hold dear

The Republic Day Parade of 1981 It was a regular school day in September and we reached school and went to our calssrooms for some chatting and some fun before filing into the courtyard for the assembly.  The hymns were sung, the prayer said and the main news read from the newspapers.  We waitied, as… Continue reading

Like the tree that sheds In 2010 I left a full time job in the corporate sector to join a one year program in counselling from Parivathan, a counselling, training and research institute. The reason I did that was because I had reached a period in life when I was wondering about myself. Who is… Continue reading

Miss Muffet’s anger with her parents Little Miss Muffest grew up into a fine woman but Ms. Muffet was angry with her mother and her her father? Yes, she did and just as so many of us do. She felt guilty about this anger towards her parents, and she struggled with it because her parents… Continue reading

I am a woman and I am thankful.... I am a woman and I feel blessed to be a woman. I have within me strength and compassion, weakness and fear along with courage to find a solution for situations that make me fearful and for that I am thankful. It is my upbringing and experiences… Continue reading

Que Sera Sera, .... Whatever will be, will be, ....... Easier said than done, even though the song goes on to say that the future is not our’s to see. It has indeed been a challenge for me to not wonder, more correctly, worry about my future, near and distant. From tomorrow, to next week,… Continue reading