Saturday, December 17, 2011. In defence of a reviewer, reviews and reviewing. This post concerns a topic that is close to my heart, both personally and professionally, and one that I am certain will resonate with reviewers - and writers too - everywhere.

A Time Capsule filled with random musings of a 21st Century Indian in America. Thursday, July 28, 2016. Be a Phoenix - America! As the world around us burns with hatred. Be a Phoenix - America. The American Dream by the way is not all about money - it is about having the ability to create and seize opportunities, it is about rewarding and being rewarded for innovation and above all it is about acceptance, not based on religion, race or nationality, but on merit. Now, 15 years henc.

Sometime I ask you things that I can easily find on the Internet. I ask you via the Internet on chat. I ask you things you previously told me via an online chat. When you are away or offline, I wait till you return. I never resort to looking for it on my own. T The worm bins are very well made with built-in air vents and prevent odors. The LESEC also has a composting hotline at 212-477-3155 where yo.

On March 8, 2010. Has a post, glorifying Ilayaraja. For Rashmi, Wockhardt and others. On March 13, 2010. There are many mails floating around in the case of Rashmi. I am enraged and terrified. But how could we not? .

Thursday, July 16, 2015. The laughter, joy, frustration ,exhaustion. I started writing this as a comment to a related post by Indian American Mom. So in her post, what Indian American Mom. Our little munchkin, who is turning 4 in a couple of months and who is the cause of all the chaos as well as laughter in the household. The phase between 2 to 3 years was a mixed bag indeed.

Posted by tharinid in Divine Inspiration. I saw a picture of a sleeping baby recently. All wrapped tight as a bundle, snuggled in the cocoon of its own warmth and radiating peace. And underneath the picture, the caption. And that line stayed with me. Just as did the image of that baby, eyes tightly closed, completely oblivious to itself. in that complete act of surrender.

Life should be a Sunday. I met six such last week, and tried to run away from them as fast as I could. The poem also took me to Stephen Fry. That this is a part of.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012. Wednesday, October 5, 2011. My Dear Long-Neglected Blog,. To be very honest, I have missed you and have often wanted to return to you earlier, but circumstances and inertia have always got the better of me. It was so much easier to neglect you than to sit down and make a serious effort at churning out a post for you. Wednesday, December 22, 2010. Friday, July 2, 2010.