Small sonnet June 11, 2008

my pens used to never tire
so dire and unfaithful I have become.
that i almost forgot one
who taught me how to win.
just got lost in these dark lights
but still within it fights
wants to come out
not with vengence
not any severence
but just to make me understand
that remember
your pens never tire.

Why i don’t believe that students should be punished June 3, 2008

There has always been this thought right from my school days that punishing is the best and maybe the only way of making the kids be under control. We always believed that our teachers hit us so that we be a better persons. Or at least be well educated. So whenever my homework was incomplete [...]

No greater love than this. . . . April 24, 2008

 

 
It happened on an unexpected eve. When I was working with Radio One, I had the honour of interviewing Smt. Ganubai Hanagal. I had gone to Huballi and was returning to Bangalore through Train. Smt Gangubai is 90+. But she gave a good interview and even sang a song for us. After boarding on the [...]

When Sufi speaks. . . April 21, 2008

So i have finaly decided to speak. I had tried it before but the mechanics of net and a sort of animosity towards the growing dependence on technology had kept me little away and as all alienation had not helped me to give a chance to a dialogue between oldschool and new thought. I still [...]

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