And there are beauty and melancholy between

He stood staring into the wood for a minute, then said: “What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?”

He sounded faintly sad. Perhaps he finds beauty saddening. Once when I was quite little I asked father why this was and he explained that it was due to our knowledge of beauty’s evanescence, which reminds us that we ourselves shall die. Then he said I was probably too young to understand him; but I understood perfectly.

-Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

Crops to corpse: the farmer’s plight

No farmers, No food, No future’


Most of us have read this catchphrase and have nodded an aye.

India was one nation whose economic backbone rested primarily on agriculture and till date remains the 2nd largest global agricultural output and food needs.

Unfortunately the theme of modern humanity is to always let something integral and vital have a painfully slow death, and wake up to fight the cause when our present day and future turn grimly bleak. And each of us have an equal hand in such.

Over the past couple of months, the Tamil Nadu farmers have been staging protests in the country’s capital, against the over 150 farmer suicides across the state and the tens and thousands of such sad ends across the country, spread over the years.

Their demands are for farmer pensions, farm loan waivers, drought relief packages, crop insurance and fair, remunerative prices for their produce. In an earnest attempt to get the government and the public’s attention to this issue, they have laid out their plight by re-staging the suicides, mock funerals and protesting half-clad with skulls around their necks.

Here is a promo for a compelling and moving documentary aiming to bring their cause and protest to greater light. Hopefully this weaves into our consciences, conversations and catapults a change in the sluggishly slow governance policies.

This issue strikes close to home for me, not just because the story unfolds close to home. My grandparents though adapted well into their city lives and adopted city jobs, proudly wore it on their sleeves and never quit on agriculture. I’ve seen this passion alive and bright in my parents and they made sure their children inherited this love for farming along with their chromosomes. Memories and mental images resurface to haunt me here miles away, leaving me helpless and with guilt for being just a silent spectator.

Sharing this documentary is my mere weak bit yet the first bit to do my small part. Let’s not dismiss their pain and story as mere theatrics/dramatized protests but stop, listen and acknowledge their suffering. This least minimal effort from each of us could add on to butterfly effect much needed in their redressal and rebuilding.
#SaveFarmers, #KolaiVilayumNilam #farmerstate # foodmatters #farming #agriculture #farms #heritage


To like or not to like! Marketing and women empowerment

But, though a compelling point it’s all but a marketing gimmick; zero dent in the real world, plus doesn’t it endorse a bigger stereotype that women need bling n jewelry. For crying out loud, my jewellery does not ever feature among the best of me I bring to work…

Though all valid,’s the last thing on my mind right now 😉 My thought-floaters and this cynic in me could go for a short hike..  I’m simply loving the spoken word and Nandita Das’ voice over!

Have yourself a merry little Christmas!

Whether we plan to gather in church to sing and worship, or around a dinner table or Christmas tree with the family, or catch up with friends to the sound of heavy hard metal rock or choose to be alone in the comforting presence of a strong wifi; even if things haven’t been going well, or we still miss our lost ones more so now…there’s one thing that this season reminds us: hope and love. Smile in hope and pass around your love,light and laughter.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas!


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Of all the musical I’ve seen, ‘Rent’ gets to my top 5. Didn’t bat an eyelid nor was bored for a minute. Highly entertaining and gripping to the tiniest detail. Kickass show and great recreation by Pangdemonium!

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear
How do you measure – measure life in a year?

In daylights – in sunsets
In midnights – in cups of coffee
In inches – in miles
In laughter – in strife

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutesFive hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died

It’s time now – to sing out
Tho’ the story never ends
Let’s celebrate, give in to love
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the seasons of love

Rent, NYC. Tony award and Pulitzer winner.
#lavieboheme #RentSg