The Wise Old Fool on the Hill

The Crow Whisperer Who Sees What Weโ€™re Too Busy to Notice Iโ€™ve resumed my daily morning walks now that Iโ€™m back in Kochi. The familiar streets greet me like an old friendโ€ฆ grumbling a little, but still comforting. Itโ€™s the kind of reunion where neither party has changed much: the roads are still cracked, the … Continue reading The Wise Old Fool on the Hill

The Hello That Almost Didnโ€™t Happen (But Thankfully Did)

Familiar Faces, Fading Memories, and a Lot of Gulab Jamuns Iโ€™m back in Kochi after a few days in Dubai for my nieceโ€™s wedding, and the pictures have started rolling inโ€ฆ filtered, fabulous, and occasionally photobombed. As I swipe through them, Iโ€™m reminded of the rare blessing it was: a big-hearted gathering of relatives and … Continue reading The Hello That Almost Didnโ€™t Happen (But Thankfully Did)

Between the Buffet and the Blessings

We Came for the Wedding. We Left Holding On to Each Other. Letโ€™s be honest. Most of us spend our daily lives blissfully unaware that time is tiptoeing past us. Until one day, you find yourself at a wedding in Dubai, wondering when exactly your nieceโ€ฆ who once turned a movie theatre into her concert … Continue reading Between the Buffet and the Blessings

Peanuts, Petrol, and the Long Way Home

A nostalgic revisit to my daily desert commuteโ€ฆ now with humour, hindsight, and fewer yawns. Ten minutes after landing in Abu Dhabi, Iโ€™m back on the road that once defined my weekdays. Weโ€™re heading toward Dubai, and Iโ€™m not behind the wheel this timeโ€ฆ but my brain is already shifting gears, cruising straight into memory … Continue reading Peanuts, Petrol, and the Long Way Home

Tangled in Time

How an Old Knitting Book Became a Thread to My Past I am browsing through a book on knitting. Knitting? Yes, knitting. Now, before you start picturing me with a pair of needles, clickety-clacking away at a sweater, let me assure youโ€ฆ I have never knitted a single stitch in my life. But as I … Continue reading Tangled in Time

The World Is Flat, But the Pavements Are Not

A Pedestrianโ€™s Guide to International Relationsโ€ฆ and Tripping Hazards Thomas Friedman wrote a famous book The World Is Flat, arguing that globalization has removed barriers and levelled the playing field. Iโ€™d love for him to stroll through Kochi before making such bold claims. Because here, the pavements tell a very different story. Take, for example, … Continue reading The World Is Flat, But the Pavements Are Not

THE THREE MEN I WISH WERE ALIVE TODAY

When Presence Fades, but Influence Endures For years, my approach to blogging was like my approach to fitnessโ€ฆ enthusiastic in bursts, inconsistent at best, and largely unnoticed. Iโ€™d write whenever inspiration struck, toss a story into the void, and then carry on with life, assuming the internet would do the magical work of bringing readers. … Continue reading THE THREE MEN I WISH WERE ALIVE TODAY

A Fault-Finderโ€™s Pilgrimage to the Confessional Booth

Finding Faults, Seeking Forgiveness, and Getting Bit in the Process Itโ€™s that time of the year againโ€ฆ the pre-Easter confession. Fifty days of Lent, a spiritual cleanse, and one mandatory session of baring my soul. Except, as I settle into a chair in the queue, waiting for the priests to arrive, Iโ€™m grappling with a … Continue reading A Fault-Finderโ€™s Pilgrimage to the Confessional Booth

Of Puppies, Peanuts, and People Who Walk Past

A story about instinctive kindness and the lessons adults forget. My morning walks are usually well-plannedโ€ฆ early start, steady pace, and a truce with the neighbourhood strays. But today, I step out late, throwing off my usual route and my carefully negotiated peace treaty with street dogs who take punctuality very seriously. I choose a … Continue reading Of Puppies, Peanuts, and People Who Walk Past

Lifting Spirits, Not Packages

A modern fable on strength, self-awareness, and the weight of changing times. Morning walks are supposed to be peaceful, but mine always seem to turn into existential debates about life, ageing, and why my knees sound like bubble wrap. I try to focus on my breath, my steadyโ€ฆ well, relatively steadyโ€ฆ strides, and dodging the … Continue reading Lifting Spirits, Not Packages

The War Outside, The Questions Within

Even when war makes no sense, a motherโ€™s voice is enough. โ€œThereโ€™s a war happening,โ€ says Mummy. I stop chewing my banana. A war? Here? In our quiet little town, where the biggest battles are over who gets the crispiest dosa? That doesnโ€™t make sense. Mummy was talking to Daddy about it while he read … Continue reading The War Outside, The Questions Within

One Last Slap

A moment of discipline, a lifetime of love, and a farewell too soon. I have lived a long life, stumbled through mistakes, taken wrong turns, and ignored wisdom when I shouldnโ€™t have. And yet, if you ask me what I truly long for, itโ€™s not another chance to rewrite those mistakes. Itโ€™s something simpler, something … Continue reading One Last Slap

A Long-Ago Summer in Alwaye

A Season of Stories, Surprises, and Sharpened Pencils Looking back, summer always meant Kottayamโ€ฆ Grannyโ€™s hugs, her endless stories, and the comforting rhythm of our ancestral home. But that year, fate had a different plan. My aunt and uncle in Alwaye invited me over, and just like that, my summer took an unexpected detour. Their … Continue reading A Long-Ago Summer in Alwaye

The Day My Daughter Ordered Heavy Machinery

*(Or: How a Teenager Schooled Her Logistics-Obsessed Father)* When your teenage daughter asks for a tipping chassis for her birthday, two things become clear: your work-life balance has gone terribly wrong, and your kid has developed an alarmingly expensive sense of humour. December is a big month in our family. My daughterโ€™s birthday, strategically nestled … Continue reading The Day My Daughter Ordered Heavy Machinery

The Hazards of Junk Journaling

A Cautionary Tale from the Depths of My Bed There comes a time in every manโ€™s life when he must confront his past. For some, itโ€™s through old love letters. For others, itโ€™s through embarrassing photos from the past. For me, it was a deep dive into the abyss beneath my bedโ€ฆ a Pandoraโ€™s Box … Continue reading The Hazards of Junk Journaling

The Teacher, the Tea, and the Timeless Connection

A Random Meeting That Taught Me Lifeโ€™s Connections Run Deep Riding into Memories Life has a knack for surprising you when you least expect it. One moment, youโ€™re out on a mission to escape the monotony of a shop counter, and the next, youโ€™re knee-deep in an emotional reunion with your past, courtesy of a … Continue reading The Teacher, the Tea, and the Timeless Connection

Walk, Donโ€™t Runโ€”The Dogs Are Watching

Walking the Fine Line between Fitness and Foolishness When it comes to my morning walks, I donโ€™t dabble in the conventional. Parks, jogging tracks, and treadmills? Pass. Iโ€™m a side-road connoisseur. Give me a narrow, potholed lane with a stray chicken or two over a smooth track any day. Who needs predictability when you can … Continue reading Walk, Donโ€™t Runโ€”The Dogs Are Watching

The Hole-y Grail of Truth

Why Life, Bagels, and Elevator Pitches Are Better with Gaps You know whatโ€™s brilliant about bagels and vadas? The hole. Without it, youโ€™re left with something undercooked and downright disappointing. And that got me thinking. Why not apply the same principle to truth? Add a hole, make it lighter, and easier to chew on. After … Continue reading The Hole-y Grail of Truth

The Buzzing Negotiator

He came for blood, but stayed for the conversation Every evening, I light frankincense in a brass vessel, letting its earthy aroma drift through my home. Itโ€™s my peaceful little ritual, not just for the calming scent, but because it keeps the mosquitos at bay. Well, mostly. Last night, Iโ€™m mid-procession, wafting the fragrant smoke … Continue reading The Buzzing Negotiator

Why Every Living Being Deserves a Slice of Equality This New Year

A Delightful New Yearโ€™s Tale About Cake, Kindness, And Cosmic Balance As the final sunset of the year cast its golden glow, the ants, the worldโ€™s tiniest powerhouses, decided theyโ€™d had enough. Enough of being stomped, squished, and swept aside. They were done being ignored as lifeโ€™s footnotes. On that final night of the year, … Continue reading Why Every Living Being Deserves a Slice of Equality This New Year

Santa’s Polar Portal: A Magical Journey from Antarctica to the Arctic

Experience the enchanting adventure that brings together friends from both poles! As Christmas approached with its usual jingle and jangle, Santa Claus was busier than a one-horse sleigh in a snowstorm. He was knee-deep in gift-wrapping and cookie sampling when suddenly, his jolly old phone rangโ€”a sound as rare as a reindeer with a sense … Continue reading Santa’s Polar Portal: A Magical Journey from Antarctica to the Arctic

The Gruen Effect Chronicles

How Festive Malls Turn Everyone into a Shopaholic. Imagine stepping into a mall during the festive season, the air rich with cinnamon and pine, twinkling lights twirling overhead like stars on a sugar rush. Itโ€™s enchanting. Itโ€™s magical. Itโ€™s a trap. Welcome to my life, where the โ€œGruen Effectโ€ isnโ€™t just a phenomenonโ€”itโ€™s a recurring … Continue reading The Gruen Effect Chronicles

A Woodstock for the Soul: World Meditation Day 2024

Sitars, serenity, and a global pause for mindfulness. December 21, 2024, is almost here, and the world is preparing for World Meditation Dayโ€”a day when everyone, from toddlers with sticky fingers to grandparents with creaky knees, will attempt to sit still, breathe deeply, and master the ancient art of... doing absolutely nothing. For me, this … Continue reading A Woodstock for the Soul: World Meditation Day 2024

The Teacher Who Taught Without a Classroom

How My First Teacherโ€™s Love Lives On (A Story of Strength, Sacrifice, and Unconditional Love) The first teacher I ever had wasnโ€™t just my best teacher; she was the anchor of my life. She didnโ€™t stand at a blackboard or hand out assignments. Instead, she taught me with a depth of care and love that … Continue reading The Teacher Who Taught Without a Classroom

ASK NOT WHAT YOUR CAT CAN DO FOR YOU

"When Cats Arenโ€™t Just Pets but Secret Architects of History" You know, Iโ€™ve never quite understood the cult-like devotion some people have to cats. For me, theyโ€™re just tiny dictators wrapped in fur. And Amma? Well, sheโ€™s their most loyal subject. Every day, she sacrifices the best of her pantry to appease her feline darlings, … Continue reading ASK NOT WHAT YOUR CAT CAN DO FOR YOU

A Howl of a Night: The โ€œDead Dogs Dayโ€ Bash

The Ghostly Gala of Dogs Gone By The sky was Labrador-black, and the moon shone like it was running for "Most Dramatic Celestial Body of the Year." The wind howled a tune so catchy even tone-deaf dogs joined in, setting the perfect mood for Dead Dogs Dayโ€”the ultimate reunion for every doggy whoโ€™d ever wagged … Continue reading A Howl of a Night: The โ€œDead Dogs Dayโ€ Bash

The Fly and the Sweet Tooth: A Buzz-worthy Mystery

I claim to visit the bakery for breadโ€”a noble cover for my illicit love affair with cakes and peanut chikki. My wife, ever health-conscious, buys the โ€œessentials,โ€ while I sneak sweet treats into the basket like a sugar-smuggling ninja.  Last week, amidst our usual routine, I spotted something odd. Perched near the cash register, sat … Continue reading The Fly and the Sweet Tooth: A Buzz-worthy Mystery

My Unwelcome Housemate: The Spider Saga

For weeks now, Iโ€™ve had a roommate who refuses to pay rent, refuses to show himself, and worst of all, refuses to leave. My very own spiderly Houdini. That's rightโ€”I have a resident spider, an elusive, web-slinging escape-artist whoโ€™s turned my nightly routine into a slapstick horror show. Now, I know this little intruder is lurking about because … Continue reading My Unwelcome Housemate: The Spider Saga

Vintage Photos and Vanishing Hairlines

The author reflects on family photos, particularly hair genetics from parents, emphasizing how appearance and nostalgia intertwine with personal history and style.

If Only Daddy Had Gotten A Kindle

Self-help to Shelf-help? Oh, if only Daddy had caught onto the Kindle craze! My home would look more like a home and less like the aftermath of a library apocalypse. When my Dad took his final bow, I enthusiastically claimed his entire library, dragging box after box like a book hoarder on a mission. Now, … Continue reading If Only Daddy Had Gotten A Kindle

Frame of Tranquility

An edifice of true grandeur built with a higher purpose The growth of the U.A.E. has been monumental, and there seems to be a certain charm that works on everyone who lands here that makes them comfortable and feel at home. Expats tend to live here seemingly unmindful that they are merely like birds of … Continue reading Frame of Tranquility