Burst of Colours!

Celebrating the Festival of Colours - Holi, with a burst of colours in Nature!

Uprooting the Deep-rooted

Ours is an ancient culture. It comprises of innumerable traditions, customs, beliefs and many more things. We are proud of our traditions and it is essential to carry forward the several traits that had been handed down the generations.

However, at the same time, one has to keep it in mind that times have changed, times are changing with each passing moment. So, everything that had so far been always done in a particular way, may not essentially hold true any more.

Garh Panhala

Panhala Fort

This is History. No doubt, almost all have come across these facts of history -- either while studying or while teaching kids about Maratha history.

However, when I recently re-visited this ancient fort after a long gap, I re-learnt some details, which I realised, were not commonly known.

It's a Two Steps Process

It's A Two Steps Process

Earlier, in the co-ed schools, the boys and the girls used to learn different skills -- While the girls went in for stitching class, the boys were taken to a different class-room to learn handicraft.

So, right from the childhood there was a clear demarcation between the tasks for girls and boys. And what's more, they were officially taught that way.

How Green! ..... but for how long?

How Green ! ...... but, for how long? 

An Urban Dilemma. 

How Green IS My Valley ! No, there is no error or grammatical mistake. It is very much a present day situation. However, in the near future it indeed may turn into past tense. 

A Road Trip To South Maharashtra

A Road Trip To South Maharashtra

My husband had some assignment at the southern end of Maharashtra and he decided to travel by road. Should I join? Hmmm? Well, why not? On work front, there wasn't anything much exciting nor any pressing task. So I decided to take this opportunity. A minuscule break, but with no agenda (at least for me) whatsoever.

Cosm(et)ic Invasion !

Cosm(et)ic Invasion !

(Please note that this article was written some years ago. I fully understand that it may sound atrocious in today's time.)

The door bell rang on a windy winter afternoon. Still deeply engrossed in the book in my hand, I opened the door to a young girl of college-going age, apparently on a survey - cum - sales promotion.