Dear School, I am the Mother. In case you are not aware, I am the one behind waking up the children in the morning, getting them dressed, checking on their school work, packing lunch boxes and dropping them to school. I am the one, attending Parent Teacher Meetings, participating in school events and networking with like-minded parents in the school. And in case you didn’t know, I am the one who searched through multiple forums, spoke to endless parents and finally shortlisted you, as the school for my children. In return, don’t you think, it is my right to be considered as the Primary Caregiver for my children? But No,…

When we dream with our eyes closed, our mind knows no boundaries. We can walk on water, live on the clouds or win Ms. Galaxy beauty pageant. In our dreams, the entire universe, and beyond, is just waiting to be conquered by us. However, when we dream with our eyes open, our dreams are constrained by the extent to which our vision can see and our heart can believe. Therefore, I believe, we should always close our eyes and shut the world out to dream the dream that we actually want to live.  

When you are at a stage in life when money ceases to be a problem, you realise that it was never the problem in the first place. In essence, one does have to earn a lot of money, if only, to learn to stop blaming Money for the problems. Dear Lakshmi ji, I respect you even more now. Not so much for what you can provide to us, but for the amount of patience you would have to deal with fools like us. A very Happy Diwali to all my friends and family!!!

Stuck in the mundane gives us comfort of knowing Stuck in the mundane gives us reason for frowning We would rather live frowning in the known than be happy trying to step in the unknown

The year was 2008. The winter had just started to set in. The days were becoming shorter and the breeze was becoming colder. All summer months I had been itching to get on my cycle and be able to drive just a little further than the confines of the neighbourhood streets. One beautiful sunny day, I just decided to cycle down to work about 6 kms away. Till that day, I had never seen anyone in Hyderabad, apart from contract labourers, cycling to work. But that did not deter me for a moment. After all, what could possibly go wrong. I knew the traffic rules to be followed by cyclists…

I am sure some of you have heard about a bunch of people in Hyderabad who are trying to change the way the city thinks  and behaves. They first tried to get us on the roads early Sunday mornings and now they are trying us to make us give up our comfortable air conditioned cars on Thursdays. Who do these people think they are? Who gave them the right to try and intervene in our lives? Why is GHMC allowing them to create this nuisance on our streets? We are the upper middle class, fueling the lights behind the cities booming economy. We work hard at our desks so that…

  Yog was a planned child. Before having Yog, for years, Pavan and I had talked, debated, and argued about having a second child. Then one fine morning, we just decide to take the leap of faith and welcome another child in our crazy litte world. Now that we had decided to be part of the most beautiful miracle in this world, we wanted to be thoroughly prepared for it – physically, mentally, financially and spiritually. I went on a healthy nutrtion and exercise regine, Pavan worked hard to grow the business and we both invested good time in spiritual learning. I remember reading the Bhagvad Gita, and elightening stuff…