“If Sachin plays well, India sleeps well”- Harsha Bhogle

The last 48 hours have been phenomenal for Indian sport. Last night Indian men’s hockey team beat our former colonial masters, Great Britain to enter the semi-finals. The last time that happened, 74% of the country had not been born, including yours truly. Then the unthinkable happened. Indian women’s hockey team beat the mighty Aussies to reach the Semi-Finals. Unthinkable, coz this hasn’t happened before; It wasn’t meant to happen, either.

As a six-year-old, I saw Leander Paes-led Indian tennis team beat a supposedly better French team in the Davis Cup…


I know I can talk about her forever! But didn’t want to bore you all with her praise all over again. Anyways, everyone knows that she is a great woman. A few days ago, someone I do not know well, messaged me on Social Media and said, “I want to live like your mother. I want my son to work for the community like your mother”; Once a friend saw my mother’s photo in the purse of an autorickshaw driver. When asked, the man replied, “She is like my mother”; One random woman approached my father and asked about my…


I love words! Sometimes, I read and re-read and read again a few sentences and they sound so nice and beautiful. Like Illayaraja and his violin interludes; Rahman and the overtures. Philip Yancey, Dorothy Clarke Wilson, Dominque Lapierre, and Larry Collins, Harsha Bhogle, NS, DB, and a lot more great people whose play around with words have had me attracted to the English language.

No, I’m not a language connoisseur. Or a grammar Nazi! I just love the stories, the thoughts, put together like a bunch of flowers tied together on a thread. Single flowers do have the charm! …


It is dark and eerily quiet. The sound of the blades of the fan cutting through the air is deafening. I switch off the fan and sit on my computer. To reflect and blog my life. The 34 years I had walked on this earth, as yet another human being burdening the planet.

Where do I start? It has been one hell of a journey.

Life as I used to see it was never easy. For a long period of time at least. It wasn’t ever meant to be. A few marks here and there and I could have so…


A few days back as I went to sleep, this thought kept coming back to my mind again and again. By the end of it all, when the dust settles down and the bones rot, the air will still smell of love.

When one of my friends told me yesterday, “I’m so proud of you”, I got reminded of that thought again.

I had not achieved anything big, was just trying to put together my reading habit again. I was never the voracious reader but never was I a non-reader. Books had always been a part of my life. Till…


“They asked me to buy a cycle for Rs.150. I refused; My boss enticed me saying I can get enough bribes to pay it back. I decided not to do it and walked everywhere till I could afford one”, said thatha(Grandpa). I was listening intently to his stories.

I don’t know the man well, yet I secretly admired him. He was my dad’s uncle. I know my dad had a secret admiration for the man as well. …


I brought back food home from school in the evening! Perhaps I ate from the friend’s tiffin box. It was made early in the morning. When my dad found out my tiffin box was full, it was already late in the night. The food smelt bad. Has it started to rot? The dad started giving me the food by his hands. It tasted bad. There was something definitely wrong with that. I resisted. Resisting my dad is stupid. No way he is backing away. He gave me the food and I ate it. Simple!

He called me aside! You are…


You dream; dream big. Dream to be like ‘X’; Dream to be like ‘Y’.

Didn’t we all dream? As a starry-eyed eight-year-old, I dreamt of becoming the next Sachin Tendulkar. What were the Geography classes for if not to dream him? Who of us here did not want to be the next Kiran Bedi? The strong police officer, who fined the prime minister’s vehicle for a violation. Didn’t any of you want to be like Chetan Bhagat? (of course, I was young then).

Mohandas Pai? Remember the name? When engineering was the fad when everyone who did not become a…


Friendships are fascinating; Ain’t it?

Who was your first friend? Do you remember your first friend? When you were still learning the art of walking and talking. Are you still in touch with them? I’m one of the lucky few for whom the first friendships have stayed on. ‘S’ was a friend even before I knew it. We were 2 then. She is the big doc now; But for me, she is still the ‘S’ I know. For more than 30 years.

‘J’, was the first friend I made in the real world; The world outside the campus we lived…


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The doctor picked up the baby. The pink limbs stretching itself, the baby crying; A life on earth is born. Another! The first cry can be heard outside.

The man was waiting with bated breath. It was his child. He could hear the cry. His heart missed a beat. The granny next to her had a tear. Even before the tear dropped by, the nurse brought the baby to them.

Baby boy! hurray, you can hear the man shout. The baffled nurse said, “sir, it is a girl”. “No, it cannot be. I cannot have a girl. I…

samuel gnanadurai

A simple person trying to swim against the tide

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