A Violent Reality
Gang murders, looting, rapes are violent reality that people have to deal with in Mangalore today. A city that was placid until a decade...
Being An Expat….
Life is a gift of God; everyone values it more than anything in this world. Death is the word which shakes everyone. It is...
Your Face Looks Familiar
Today is Sunday the first day of the week for me, as I have my weekly off days at the office on Friday and...
Giving Without Receiving
I recollect this incident that happened when I was a teenager. A visit to the Home for the Aged. A school trip, which at...
Father-Son Bond – Bon Joy-age Forever
For long, I have been truly fascinated by the unique relationship that exists between a father and son. All around stories abound about mother-son,...
The Real Creator
Imagine this happening ? you are lying fast asleep on your comfortable bed when all of a sudden there appears this ugly, huge, terrifying...
The Mother Wave
...tiny tots on the beach...silhouettes of fishing nets......tourists reclining on hammocks...seagulls swooping....man repairing boats...lovers staring at sunset??hitchhikers with beer cans......thousand islands...
....earth rumbles..... like a...
Walk With Mother
When we reflect on the life of Mother Theresa, one must confess she is worth all honor and praise. After her death what still...
Midnight Memories of December 6, 1992
Dayalbagh Ashram, Ujire, 6th December, 1992. I woke up from sleep hearing a feeble knock on my door. My wrist watch showed 12 minutes...
Slice Of Life
April 9th 2003 - 6.45 pm
Allah-u-Akbar...
Dusk, A sleepy old muezzin called the faithful to prayer in his baritone. As the azaan from the dilapidated...
