I love being a woman

I am amazed at all the raging controversy about how women should be perceived.
Someone said women are like “a box of sweets” . Some view us as Barbies.
This is how I see women.

Do you not see me?
I am Durga.I am Kali.
I see no color,
No race,
No religion.
I sense no boundaries.
I have no borders.
I am beyond crime and criminals.
The world is contained in me.
The macrocosm is my body.
Do you not see me?
I am a woman.
I can kill. I can destroy
All those who touch me
With unholy hands.
I have the cleansing fire in my soul.
Can you not see me?
Can you not sense me?
I am Gayitri
The magic incantation
Which turns a man into a divine.
Have you forgotten?
Forgotten it all?
I destroyed the Asuras
With their bestial souls.
I am the mother
The nurturer of all
I am the part that completes the whole.

A traditional woman

I am a woman of traditions.
I believe in being a mother.
I enjoy being a wife.
I loved being a daughter.
I never felt it was not right.
I am proud of my sons.
I am content to create .
I like to care for the young and old.
I have no need for an identity outside my roles.
For I am a successful woman.
I know this on my own.
My heart is in my home.

This is my protest

This is my protest against
Women who are helpless
Women who crib and cry for being underprivileged
Women who allow themselves to be cowed
Women who do not acknowledge the power with which they are endowed
Women who look for approval
Women who fear reprisal

This is my cry
To arouse the latent forces in us
To get in touch with the creative
To waken the strength of the mother
To nurture what is good and kind
To revive our inherent powers

Rise up
Rise up and get in touch with the divine
Beyond all weaknesses of the body and mind.

Let us chant…
I am a woman strong and contained —
Come be my companion and friend.

Sisterhood of women

We,in sisterhood,stand together
Weatherproofed women.
Young and old.

Life passes.
Life thrashes.
Life laughs.
Life pauses.

For centuries and ages untold.
We meet ,young and old.
Women through the ages.
Part of an unbroken sisterhood.

In our minds
We have steel.
In our hearts
We hold fire.
In our arms
We nurture flowers.

Wives, friends

We are here to rise again.
Forever and ever,
The sisterhood never ends.

We are women of untold strength.

Gesundheit !

I get a lot of emails and messages advertising courses. I decided to start a course … a course on sneezing, as I do not possess any technical or managerial skill degrees or diplomas. I merely did post graduations in dilettante subjects. I decided to call my course Gesundheit because that is what everyone says after sneezing.
And then I googled the word gesundheit and discovered that there was an institute started in 1971 by a real ‘Patch Adams'( not the movie star Robin Williams) for revolutionizing the health care scenario!
Well, with due apologies to Gesundheit Institute, I decide to create a curriculum for my course with the same nomenclature.I know a curriculum is very necessary if you want people to enroll because interested parties always ask for course content.
Gesundheit is a German word that means good health. Sneezing generates good health for the sneezer,according to some . Therefore, a course that teaches you to sneeze properly would be as important as one that enables you to laugh for good health or another that helps generate a six digit monthly income( an advertisement that recurs repeatedly in my messages!) to pay for courses like mine.
What my course would focus on would be how to sneeze and how to use the energy generated by a sneeze in an eco friendly world.Evidently, researchers say a sneeze travels at 100 miles an hour…
To start with, we will focus on the methods of sneezing naturally.
Of course one can sneeze taking snuff or a whiff of pepper or chilly powder or pollutants, but that is induced by chemicals. I talked of natural means.
The first thing would be to tickle one’s nostril with a feather. That would cause a disturbance in the nasal cavity and induce a sneeze..
The second method would be to pluck ones brows. Evidently, a nerve connecting to the nasal passage can get stimulated if you pluck your brows. Of course, you would have to use a tweezers.And you would have to develop the skill to pluck just so that you can sneeze. That would require lots of training and might result in eyebrow less individuals but one could always draw eyebrows with permanent hair dyes or make up or wear false eyebrows. And while waiting for the eyebrows to grow back, one could try to master the third method, exercising!
One has to again learn the skill to generate sneezes while exercising. Researchers say you need to hyperventilate after exercising to sneeze. Hyperventilation leads to water in the nostril and that leads to sneezing. Lesser individuals could vomit due to hyperventilation, but such individuals with squeamish stomachs are not encouraged to enroll in the course.
One would be trying out all the three methods of sneezing in bright sunlight as research has it that sunlight can make you sneeze.
Our mascot for the course would be an iguana as iguanas are the best sneezers in the world. One could even study iguanas and imbibe their skills to become expert sneezers.
After that, at the end of the course, the students along with the teaching staff will brainstorm to see how the energy from a sneeze( since a sneeze travels at 100 miles per hour) can be harnessed to contribute to help resolve the worldwide energy crisis.


I started this blog because I believe that all ideas are born free and have no boundaries. I want to share my thoughts with the whole world. I get so much joy from thinking and writing that I want the whole world to celebrate life and happiness with the ideas and thoughts that bring me this sense of exhilaration.

Ideas are born free
There are no bounds
Don’t you see
There are no forms
No dos and don’ts
Where ideas come from
There are no rules
There are no preconceptions
There are no definitions
No fences,no borders.
Only stars in clear space
With glittering bright lights
The inside of our mind
A conglomerate of intricate network
Where ideas dodge ,flit and float…
Occasionally get caught
Then free themselves
Again to float among the stars
Till again caught
By a mind like ours.
But where do they come from…
These ideas
Where do they start….


Ideas have wings
They are born with the wink
Of fairy star eyes.
Then they they take off….
They fly
They flit and float through the blue skies.
They hide behind clouds
Slide on rainbows
And soar.
They know no bounds.
They slide and glide
Through infinite minds
They hover in the air
And pause a little there.
People think
And people declare
Ideas like this are really rare.

But are they?
Do you think?
Who thinks?
How do you know?

Where do your ideas come from?
What makes you think?
How many more think like you?

And it all starts with a fairy star wink…..



I see the distant bounds of land
Where the oceans greet the sand.
I see the trees
Sway in the breeze.

I see butterflies flit
Among the flowers
I feel sunshine smile
On all that is ours.

And yet,

I see mankind
With fury seethe
Raging on built up ,pretended, unreal needs
Need of creed
Need of greed
Who creates these boundaries?

When man first walked the Earth
What countries bound his girth?
What languages tied his tongue?
What cultures drew the lines?

Was he happy?
Was he sad?
Was he just very glad
With God’s plenty
And sunshine in a friendly land?

Why is it we crib and cry
Over words and over lines?

Why is it we do not see
How wonderful is God’s plenty?
Why is it we do not share
What is available everywhere?

Full of joy and full of fun,
I see the little brook run.
Here I am , one with the brook
A grain of sand
In God’s mighty land.


Singapore…. Things that I love


The nicest thing about Singapore is the sea…not the downtown beaches or the East Coast but the remoter beaches with their wild wind and frisky waves….


The blueness of the sky
The madness of the breeze
The swishing of the trees
The colors of the sea
The whiteness of the sand
The swiftness of the waves
As they rush towards the land

What a joy it is to be living!


Every minute ,
I see the sea change
The sky keeps rhythm with the waves
The sunshine spreads a glaze over the blue and green
And then loses itself in the sheen
Becoming an extension of the frothy water.
The sky turns grey
And the sea is an aquamarine blue
With touches of somber notes
The sun has set
The day draws to an end
The sea from molten lava red
Has become a mysterious deep grey
With pin pricks of distant lights
The waves sing a soothing lullaby
Now it is night.
Time to sleep,deep, sweet, soft slumberous sleep.


Darkness descends on the sea and me.
I can hear the quiet secret of the breeze
Strong, resonant , yet muted.
The distant lights glimmer
The waves become whiter at the edges
As they rush towards the beach
The water is a luminous black
Strange, opaque yet translucent and fluid.
The mysteries of the sea reach out to me
In their strange antiquity
Below the dark liquid
Lies buried treasures of yore
Life holds mysteries at bay on the shore
But if I could plunge into the deep
I could perhaps see the secrets that the sea
Holds back from humanity….

The Returning

I can see the waves run
Run at me with open arms
Spreading out all their charms
Inviting me to go into the sea
And be one with infinity
I can sense their rhythm and their beat
Become one with the breeze
I can sway like the trees
And glide in with ease.
I can feel the cold water
Close around my knees
I can feel the drift of the waves
And I float , I swim ,
The sea has now become a part of my blood stream.
I drown,drown my senses in the waves
Till like a seagull
I rise again
Refreshed by the salt sea
Returning back from eternity….


Listen ,
Listen to the mad race
Of the wind and the waves
See the bubbles that chase
With the colors of the rainbow
Sparkling, bejeweled , shiny
It’s like laughter that is sunshiny
Happiness, gayness, frolic.
The bubbles bounce into the sea
And become a part of endless eternity.
When they blow towards the beach
It’s like pieces of the sea
Run out to greet me
Like water without gravity
Is it all a part of the same reality?


The sea washes away my tears
Salt unto salt
Water into water
The waves lap the edges of sorrow
Till it wears off
And I can see again
The calming in the vastness of the ocean
The madness ,today, is rhythmic and gentle
Like Ophelia, my tears mingle with the salt water
And my joylessness is lost
Lost in the blueness, the vastness, the endlessness of the sea.
How small are my tears in this infinite universe!