Anjali Ashok writes for SACHINITI.
I read an article by Mr. Riaz on one of the blogs I happened to visit recently. http://www.riazhaq.com/2008/07/pakistani-myths-about-indias-resurgence.html
It was a great read and a very insightful analysis about the progress and evolution made by India in recent years. The author mentioned various reasons like the establishment of IITs, democracy, education system, the strengths of the Indian entrepreneur etc. Nevertheless, I felt one major point which Mr Riaz failed to point out was that besides the democratic model and a strong political system it is the secular fabric and the religious “irrelevance” which has been responsible for the progress of the country. (more…)
Life is somewhat like Coffee.. you got to acquire a taste for it !
And you have to work mighty hard in brewing up a perfect mug..much like life again. Not my cup of tea coffee.. you may say.. this humungous fuss over a cuppa. So we settle for the quick to make, easy to use, one minute Nescafe. (more…)
Kaveetaa Kaul
We as a society are degenerating into cynics and getting to be voyeuristic by the minute. Nothing reflects this better than the reality shows fast becoming the hottest serials on air. What are these reality shows? Just a documentation of tears and fears of vulnerable participants, frustrated judges venting and heightened drama thus staging a SHOW that keeps India enthralled ..I know I know.. it happens in the west too and in fact is a copy paste of those shows. (more…)
I felt the urge to share with you all this fantastic power point presentation Of Vincent Van Goghs paintings set to a divine melody..have your speakers on.
I confess I can hardly term myself a connoisseur in the world of Art but VVGs paintings move me beyond words. I suspect it has to do with having read his autobiography ‘ Lust For Life’. It is a book which provides such touching insights into the life and times of VVG. An artist whose works of Art are treasured as a national heritage and sold for millions of dollars committed suicide due to rejection and poverty. (more…)

Kaveetaa Kaul
Just returned from a trip to Mussoorie
Mussoorie, the proverbial Queen of Hill stations, as professed by the British gentry who evaded hot, desultory summers of Delhi and Kolkata by spending time here, has been an almost inveterate part of my life. Our family home was in Dehradun whereby Mussoorie by default was the summer spot. (more…)