Recently as a result of Monimashi being hospitalized, cousins from different parts of the world started getting together via zoom meetings. I joined on Sunday 13 February 2022. Inspite of the issue the meeting filled me with a sense of warmth which is one of those feelings which is difficult…

My dear Taruna, Deeply regret inability to come for your wedding. I am not upto the mark physically to take the travel in the cold. Also I have issues with marriages which I will share in course of time. Anyway I would like you to know I did not attend…

Again starting with an advertisement hoarding going round WhatsApp group — this time I do not think there is any controversy about it as religion is not involved. I marvel why religious sentiments get hurt; irrespectively I wonder why people get hurt collectively about any issue. I too am part…

A recent advertisement travelling in WhatsApp groups about Kanyaadan created some controversy in social media. Those who do not know Kanyaadaan, it is the ritual (some consider it as one of the basic tenet of Hindu marriage) of handing over of the daughter during Hindu marriage ceremony. Someone is commenting…

This short piece was written approximately thirty years ago, maybe in 1992, when my sons were just becoming adults and elections were just over. This seems so complete in itself that I do not feel like adding anything to it! Election Dilemma It is merely wishful thinking to put elections…

Dr. Rajeshwari Girijamani on anti-vaccination Raji (Dr Rajeshwari Girijamani) is a homeopathic doctor, an accomplished Udisi dancer, has a balance between her home and clinic which is in the same premise, takes care of 76 years Amma, her mother-in-law, with uterine malignancy, a God loving human being, she has introduced…

In June 2021, I shared a photo with my classmates of my school in Jabalpur, of my bed covered with mosquito net on the terrace under the night sky. I reconnected with classmates during lockdown 2020 (https://medium.com/@bula1957/other-side-of-covid-c8655b10310e). I can share anything and everything with classmates. After that photo as they…

Moona, my sister one day asked me, ‘How come Gut’s name was kept Gutrubai and further Bheela?’ Moona, Shipra Sen, is my Boropishi’s younger daughter as I mentioned in the blog for Boropishi. We studied in the same school. Even though Didbhai, my eldest sister, Moona younger than me and…

As a child I could not pronounce G so Geeta, my aunt became Etu not just for me, but for all children who came after me. Etu is my Baba’s sixth among his living siblings, two of his siblings died young in between, so even if there was an average…