Mumbai.. Day 4th July 2006..Time 11.00 a.m..interior.. bedroom..sound of rain and winds lashing against window panes..background skies.. dark and menacing.
Kitaro playing..aroma of parathas waft in from the kitchen along with an agitated babble of arguments between the son and the maid on choice of spices, proportion of cheese, and addition of butter on insistence of son while maid confused at whether it was a preparation of parathas or pasta that was being discussed! (more…)
My favourite weather.. Monsoons..Numerous episodes of bunkings in school and college years, followed by romantic excapades with fiancee, now husband, drenched to the core moonlit walks on worli seaface, braving the stormy, icy winds, hunt for a chai wallah at unearthly hours, or just simply sitting in the balcony, reading a book,as if enveloped in the embrace of overcast sky, music of rain drumming on the ledge… One can go on and on,savouring the lingering taste of memories where the rain as if an integral part of the (more…)
Trial by media was a bad enough phenomenon. Now it is the National Students Union of India which has anointed itself the custodian of peoples rights and a body to rectify wrongs..A situation not easily digestible.
Prof. Vilas Athawale of the reputed Wilson College had to face the wrath of students, have his face blackened, a ‘garland’ of chappals around his neck, and then paraded thus to the (more…)
To look upon life as a friend which has stood you in good stead, backing you on the ‘ups’ and supporting you on the ‘downs, has its advantages. It never fails to provide you with reason to reinforce your faith in the truism of this tangibly elusive affirmation.
On my way to work and in between deadlines received this mail, by this truly amazing writer..Swati,informing me of my story, sent a while back, published on the NDTV website,by process of elimination
Hi Kaveetha,
Just a quick one to let you know that I was overwhelmed by your composition
eulogizing your dad. I lost my father in Nov 2000, quite unexpectedly as
well and I was in Delhi then completing my Grad. But i do remember that car
journey to dehradoon where I knew I’d have to go and face the inevitable and
pinching myself hard every few minutes hoping as hell that this would be a
nightmare.Life’s amazing isnt it. We all think our parents will be there forever and
you feel almost embarrased of being robbed of them. It feels like God’s put
you in the naughty corner and all eyes are on you feeling sorry.Your writing is brilliant and I felt like you were putting in words what i
feel when I see my mum being brave for us two girls.I pray for your Dad and am sure he’d be very proud of you. Here’s wishing
your mum and yourself alll the best for the future.Warm wishes,
Swati.
Thanks Swati..There is nothing more fulfilling than the sound of your echo resounding in anothers’ heart.
The pain of losing a parent was brilliantly put in her words.. “It feels like God’s put you in the naughty corner and all eyes are on you feeling sorry.”
Kaveetaa kaul
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“The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.”
Music is a passion that has catapulted me into realms of bliss and ecstasy at even the most despondent of times.
Among the ones who deserve special mention and a huge Thanks is Rahul dev Burman.. His art lives on and will continue forever..however cliched that may sound.
Memory is a clever thing..it maybe the relative of truth but not its twin. (more…)
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