At fifty, Tagore wrote “Jana Gana Mana Adhinaayak Jaya Hey”. This song became the national anthem of independent India. There was and is, still, a huge controversy over the genesis…
Sometimes it feels good to look back. It is badly needed to trace back where we were and to track our journey down the years. Life cannot be a simple…
The daughter of Janaka, Sita, was found in the marks of a plough in a field. Sita is Nature incarnate. Sita is Mother Nature. Sita is purity personified. Sita was…
Everywhere I’m coming across serious faces these days. Maybe, there are reasons; and those reasons cannot be wished away. I’ve grown a garden on the roof in pots, tins, fat…
All night it is rain that has been playing an orchestra as it falls on a plastic shed my next door neighbor has erected just the other day to save…
My grandfather built a house that had a sprawling field in front and a mango grove that lined the side of field. He dug out a pond, planted a jamun…
Today, after the light rain, I opened my window. A domestic, next house, was busy in hanging out the washings as a shaft of sunlight fell out of broken clouds.…
Dr. Sunil Kumar Hebbi is very busy now-a-days. You can see him riding his car from morning to night. His car is converted to a Mobile Clinic that has everything…
I wonder where the speeding cars have gone? They are rested, so have stopped their honk. I wonder where the children on the field have gone? They are hurried back…
Hundred years back, Tagore faced a threat from Spanish Influenza as it ravaged length and breadth of India in its second wave. Shantiniketon was no exception. Eighteen years into service,…