Sanjeya is at the cabin door of Dhruthirashtra, the blind King.Just then, Gaandhari walked out of the cabin. Sanjeya mutters, ‘the cup is full’. Duty bound, he has to deliver the live-feed from the War-field.Sanjeya enters the cabin. What you might know of Sanjeya may not be complete, if you do not know that Sanjeya
Miscon is one of the temples which form part of the Khajuraho group of temples in Madhya Pradesh. Miscon is well known for its weird architecture and the deity therein. The methods of worship here are weird too and do not match with any of the other group temples, which essentially follow hindu, jain and
Then Arun was a 12 year old boy. A brilliant and obedient child is what his teachers said during PTA meetings. His sister Tanu was 10 years old. Inattentive at class, picking fights with fellow students, very in-disciplined. Not completing any exercise on time. Arun would hardly ask for anything from his parents. He made
Chavvy alias Chandra Vadhanam had lost her husband two days ago. Her husband, Beejay alias Babu Janardhanan had a high BP that day and suffered a severe stroke. Bringing himself, and the entire family to a comatose state. Delays in a decision with vested interests of the insurance company, had wasted yet another life. Precisely,
“Sherkhan Says” is a regular column in Bharat Today (BT), a daily which has risen from the ashes after it started publishing this column regularly. One of the Directors of BT was clearly heard saying “I was planning to quit, just then the tide had turned in favour”. Responding, another Director said, “me too, decided
Shobha was in her mid forties. Slim – but not frail. Fair – reasonably. Her face had very few signs of her age, but a lot indicated her dashing beauty of until a recent past. Few grey hairs made her look more graceful than otherwise. She made conscious efforts to avoid facials and make-ups. Had
More people gathered in front of me now, than I could count. Restless, I am, thinking of what could be the outcome today. I am fighting a heart which is about to burst any time. I had lost many opportunities that I was blessed with earlier. Firstly, it was my elders both at home as
The well was hollow, water deep. I could swim but not now. I was groping for a hand. Fear of death had already taken its grip on me. I had tried for a while to stay afloat, but failed. I did realize very lately, my knowledge of swimming was of no help. I struggled to
I wanted to become a photographer, began Param in his conversation with Mitchelle. Wild-Life photographer to be precise. I was in my teens then, I began to see these photographers as the saviours of the world. They save animals from extinction and thus save ecology and thus this world. That was when the TV channels
Hahaha, the old man laughed.. I raised my eyebrows. Went back to the room, he was in. Checked the note, jotted ‘Appa laughed, 20:14, 4 Apr 15’. Scrolling back, there wasn’t anything significant in the notes. I sighed out, another mystery to solve. It was a small, crisp one, I haven’t seen him make any bigger
