Showing posts with label Smitha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Smitha. Show all posts

Monday, 19 October 2009

42 Years of Mowgli

As long back as I can recall, the jungle book and Mowgli has been part of my life. Rudyard Kipling's enchanting tale of a little boy brought up by wolves, befriended by the friendly but dangerous when provoked Bagheera , the lovable Baloo and the terrifying Sher Khan!

It had all the elements of a block buster, come to think of it, and I remember being enthralled by it. I remember reading the book, coming across abridged versions in English text books, brought to life by my wonderful teachers, who knew just how to modulate their voices to enact the vicious, bitter Sher Khan, the sweet cuddly Baloo, and the cutest of them all, Mowgli! more

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

A bridge with a life of its own..

The Tower Bridge of London is one of the most well known images associated with London. One which a lot of people mistakenly assume to be the London Bridge. The first time I saw the London Bridge, I was quite disappointed, but as I read more about London, the history behind the bridge enthralled me. The simple, normal looking bridge is one of the most well known bridges in the world, and has a fascinating history, right from the time when London was a Roman Settlement. It is the latest of in a series of Bridges to be called the London Bridge. more..

Friday, 3 July 2009

Crushed Dreams

As a little child, all she wanted was to go to school with her older brother, but she was sent to another school. Later she realised that it was the cheaper one.

As a ten yr old, she was told to come straight home from school and help out her mother.. while her brother got to play with his friends.

As a teenager, she was told to dream within ‘limits’. To just hope that she gets married quickly and does not remain a burden on her parents.

As a college going student, all she remembers is lots of people coming to ’see’ her… more

Saturday, 27 June 2009

What we learn with pleasure we never forget.

What we learn with pleasure we never forget.
-Alfred Mercier

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Friend 1: The syllabus here is so bad. My daughter is learning nothing in school

Me : Is it? She is in nursery, isn’t she?

Friend 1: Yes, and in India, she would be learning spelling and writing and everything.

Me: But, she is quite young isn’t she? She is not even 4.

Friend 1: All they do is sing and play.. Take them on farm visits – no proper studies! I have brought the syllabus books from India and I teach her in the evenings.

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Friday, 5 June 2009

Our Lake District experience

The place which was the inspiration behind William Wordsworth’s poetry and Beatrix Potter’s lovely stories – Lake District. England’s Lake district also boasts of Scafell Pike – its highest mountain, Wastwater – its deepest lake apart from one of the most scenic locales in the country...More

Thursday, 28 May 2009

Thinking Big with honesty?

I came across an article quoting Former president APJ Abdul Kalam saying ’small goal is a crime’.

“I will have a goal and work hard to achieve the goal. I realise small goal is a crime. This should be the motto to achieve success,” Kalam told students after inaugurating a ‘Arts and Science Centre’ at Balbhavan... more



Tuesday, 19 May 2009

It’s time…

Took the first step today – opened my CV, to update it I just realised that it has been so long since I saw a CV – 2 years does feel like a long time.. And all my apprehension came flooding back.. Will I even get an interview, leave alone a job? . . .More. . .