Oh to be alive

The evening seemed to be closing in a little too fast, the Sun was about to drop away for the day, rolling off the horizon a little too soon. People scurried around, preempting an impending experience, one that would perhaps be different from the rest of the 364 days. There was an unsettling feel about the market place that day, not the unhurried or dawdling pace of most shoppers, who seemed to more often than not pass through the plaza in a state somnolence, as if sleep walking through a different time and space. Today was different though there was a palpable clamor, an underlying excitement that seemed a tad infectious, to the extent that even the street dogs that lounged around oblivious to the all-pervasive din seemed to be in a hurry to get to a safe haven. Everybody seemed to be buying goodies, things they needed and perhaps didn’t need either. Tucked away in a corner of the narrowest alleyway was a small decrepit shop that only came so alive about 10 days in a year. An ...

The beauty of our country lies in its multiplicity, in the plurality of cultures and in its intertwined and closely woven ethos. Each community and region has a distinct flavor, language, subtly different and strikingly similar to another, though sometimes just a stone’s throw from another and sometimes situated miles apart. Coexistence is the norm, synchronized existence spells harmony. There is place for everyone under the Sun. These are not just homilies or platitudes, but have been experienced by many including myself. Things go off the handle, so to speak when one becomes too closeted, too possessive and too dependent on a certain aspect or viewpoint. That is exactly what happened a few days ago in a certain town that was just stabilizing after a brush with a near flood situation in some parts and was getting back to normal after a full-fledged devastation in other parts. Damage to property and lives notwithstanding the common man was just managing to get back on his f...

A child is special , a child is tender , looks up to you and often wonders . A child is sensitive , its curious too, looks for role models in you. Be their shining light , be their cover , be there when there is no other . Walk the talk with them, do not double talk or smother . Keep the child alive in you, then see them change and grow anew . ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap A journey with varied hues... Whether you are a parent, teacher or guide, remember this  is a life long journey, with happiness and sadness combined… Be ready for the tears, be there  with the smiles, set the benchmarks high. But, tell them you will be there  come hail or shine, teach them along the way how to fly…   ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap

The inquisitive mind, the curious kind, an intricate mind, undefined. Hidden recesses, unfold the sublime, the creative, the eccentric, the borderline, all are facets of that one mind. Plato or Aristotle, Kautilya or Socrates, used it at different points of time, to explore bottomless pits, successfully, yet unable to describe, its unpredictability, its reach or its abilities, ever so often stumping mankind. ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap     Nothing is absolute, but is relative in more ways than one. This maxim seems to make greater sense when one sees the interlocking patterns coexisting in the universe and its tiniest ecosystem. A word that depicts the most beautiful connotation of this symbiotic relationship is photosynthesis. One would wonder what is so great about this very ordinary word. Well, in this very word is ensconced a simple process that ends up creating life, as we know it, on earth. Of course, there are other factors that le...