Happy Father’s Day

If you had asked me before I lost my father on May 24, 2017 how I would cope, I would have said that I would be rudderless in life. He was my touchstone, and the conversations I had with him as a child, an adolescent and young adult were the mirror by which I came […]

Till We Meet Again

Even in his late sixties, my father made trips on his bike from Bangalore to his home town 70kms outside the city almost every month to see his aging mother. Being a rough-and-tumble sort of guy, he often overlooked his diabetes, blood pressure and diet. A self-made man with a passion for education, travel and […]

A Recipe For Perfect Relationships

There are many types of relationships that you hold in your life. There are neighbors, friends, wives, husbands, children, parents, siblings, lovers, there are people who hate each other, everything is a relationship. Fundamentally, all relationships in your life have come up because you have certain needs to fulfill – physical, mental, emotional, social, financial […]

The Anatomy of Fear

Wikipedia describes Hypochondriasis as health anxiety or illness anxiety, a worry about having a serious illness. Some hypochondriacal individuals completely avoid any reminder of illness, including visiting a doctor or medical facility. Additionally, many hypochondriacs experience elevated blood pressure, stress, and anxiety in the presence of doctors or while at a hospital, a condition known […]

The Door Of No Return

When I met you, I saw that you could be kind, supporting me and helping me navigate through a tricky world. But in the end, none of it matters. I choose to forget that I was ever with you and that learning you were gay was like a punch to the lungs, at the time, […]

Love, Compassion And The Individual

I believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. From the moment of birth, every human being wants happiness and does not want suffering. Neither social conditioning nor education nor ideology affect this. From the very core of our being, we simply desire contentment. I don’t know whether the universe, with its countless […]

A Letter To Myself

I lost my mum in 2011 – there’s no doubt I miss her and think of her every single day. As a working mother, she used to leave little me with a soft mound of cloth, as she left for work each day, called ‘Amma Batte’ (literally, mother’s cloth) : A special piece of cloth […]