An unknown friend of mine who I really miss Bangalore is known as the garden city. As the influx of population increased, the city was turning into a garbage city. Primarily due to lack of scientific and organized garbage disposal mechanism, the city was facing a crisis. Garbage is collected usually by the mornings, however most of the population in the city does not work...

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Lighting the Lamp Many a times I had wondered about the tradition of lighting lamps in Kerala tradition before auspicious occasions or in the evening. Last day I came across an article about this tradition. According to the tradition, light signifies knowledge. All our activities should be governed by the light of knowledge and dharma. By this knowledge, ignorance or darkness is dispelled...

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Saudade In life there are moments beyond the realms of language. In Portuguese they called it 'saudade': a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land - all things born of the soul that...

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Landing Gear I was afraid all my life. Afraid of every change and every moment of truth. May be we all know what I am talking about. We have all lived in fear so much that one day we wake up to realize that there is nothing more within us than our devotion to fear and reluctance to change. Indeed the easiest path...

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House of Providence, Irinjalakuda Kerala is a land of paradoxes. A land mixed with ironies and beacons of hope at the same time. In the heart of a small town called Irinjalakuda, shines a beacon of hope for over half a century. It is a home for the old and destitute, where refuge is offered to anyone without asking for their caste, creed,...

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