Personal Reflection

The reduced footprints unleashed a burst of life. Squirrels roamed freely, butterflies flitted, and fish leaped. Birds—ducks, cormorants—danced for their prey, their excitement palpable. Stray dogs, or “adopted” ones, rested on concrete steps, secure in the quiet. Life was coming alive.

What makes HSV so special to me is how he connected different worlds in Kannada literature. He was a bridge between the pre-Navya (pre-modern) and post-Navya (modern) movements, blending the classical grace of poets like Pampa and Kumaravyasa with the fresh energy of modern Kannada poetry. His work in the Bhavageete genre—those lyrical, soul-stirring poems set to music—touched hearts across generations. He saw poetry as something natural, like a tree bursting into bloom. “Whe

Let’s challenge schools to embody the ideals they proclaim. An elephant may be innocent, but education demands strength, purpose, and truth. Let’s ensure that the names we celebrate reflect the reality we seek for our children.

The priest chirped about soul-cleansing, but I bet the flock missed the metaphor, too busy chasing social shiny bits. I mumbled the Gayatri mantra in Kiran’s right ear, wondering why the left got no love.

Kamsa’s dead now—Krishna saw to that. Kill the blind beliefs in your time, too.

If you’re reading this, I hope you’ll join me in seeking shade—not just from the summer heat, but from the divisiveness that threatens to burn us all. Let’s water the roots of compassion, together, and wait for cooler, kinder days.

By - Raghunandan S This weekend, my office hosted an indoor game competitions - TT, Carrom and Chess. I participated in Carrom and Chess....

But rivers, even the calmest ones, sometimes meet stones. My wife shared news that stirred the waters: her parents were coming to visit ..

Why wait for the rain when you can make your own?” he’d said with a grin. That was him: tireless, forward-thinking, a man who didn’t rest.

Neuroplasticity, the brain’s ability to rewire itself based on habits, means skimming has overtaken deep focus in today’s tech-saturated

It’s a survival relic, a personal shield, a social glue. We’re stuck with the instinct, but the target people, acts, things depends on what

So, do we praise ourselves? Some do, loudly, and it’s a cringe-fest. If you’re tempted, here’s a tip: let your work talk. If it’s worth a

I am not a monk I don’t have the patience. I am not a saint I don’t have the PR team. I’m just me: curious, cranky, and allergic to

Next time something weird shows up snake, owl, whatever don’t just nod at the old wives’ tale. Poke it. Question it. A snake’s not a talisma

So, why impose Hindi? Unity? Please. India’s strength is its diversity, not some forced sameness. Kannada’s not a hurdle it’s a gift.

I can still smell it the wet earth after a monsoon shower, the sharp tang of mango blossoms, the smoke curling from a mud stove in my...

True, they don’t govern, but the mindset’s what bugs me. RSS’s Mohan Bhagwat bragged in 2023 they could rally 2 million volunteers in days—sounds paramilitary to me. And Bajrang Dal’s Christmas bust-ups in Assam last year? Screaming about “forced conversions”? That’s not just thuggery—it’s saying, “You don’t belong unless you’re us.” Taliban bans non-Islamic life; these guys pressure non-Hindu life. Same exclusionary root, different branches.

Are We Becoming Corporate Slaves? Harsh word, “slaves.” But when you’re stuck in a cycle—spend money, earn badge, post online, repeat—it can feel like one. Corporate culture doesn’t help. It’s all about quick wins: hit KPIs, ship the sprint, move on. Deep fixes? Long reads? They’re not sexy when your boss wants results now. Younger workers see this and adapt—why read a manual when a YouTube explainer’s faster?

My dog became a mirror for the poor, the voiceless, the ones who eat what’s shoveled onto their plates because they have no choice. My wife, unwittingly, played the role of authority—well-intentioned perhaps, but blind to the cost of her actions. And as I sat with this thought, I couldn’t help but see parallels in the world around us, especially in places like India and beyond, where inequality tightens its grip and forces the vulnerable to swallow more than they can bear.

Prashanth grinned. “AI’s like Sadhus—mixed wisdom, untested. ‘I’ is real, felt knowledge.”