Maryada Purushottam is a tribute to my late father. As his youngest child, I have had the privilege of observing and being with my father who epitomized his idol, Lord Rama in the way he conducted the different facets of his illustrious life of ninety years. It is only my father who could have transformed me from a shy, introverted, despondent, and diffident teenager floundering in his academics into a confident man capable of facing up to, and fighting his ow
Maryada Purushottam is a tribute to my late father. As his youngest child, I have had the privilege of observing and being with my father who epitomized his idol, Lord Rama in the way he conducted the different facets of his illustrious life of ninety years. It is only my father who could have transformed me from a shy, introverted, despondent, and diffident teenager floundering in his academics into a confident man capable of facing up to, and fighting his ow
Miracle is the fictionalized account of my late nephew, my late brother’s eldest son. He was born with a genetic disorder for which there was no cure. He was a child of great beauty, and more important, beauty of spirit. In the very short time of twelve years that he got to spend with us, he taught us life lessons in unconditional love, friendship, inclusiveness, generosity of spirit, and last but not the least, the power of an effervescent smile. This ficti
Miracle is the fictionalized account of my late nephew, my late brother’s eldest son. He was born with a genetic disorder for which there was no cure. He was a child of great beauty, and more important, beauty of spirit. In the very short time of twelve years that he got to spend with us, he taught us life lessons in unconditional love, friendship, inclusiveness, generosity of spirit, and last but not the least, the power of an effervescent smile. This ficti
Amma is a tribute to my mother, who passed away earlier this year. The book traces her influence through successive years of my life, shaping my values, my convictions, and my world view. Once I got my father’s blessing to start my maiden literary venture, I set about writing the book.
This book is a heartfelt and tearful tribute to my mother; the loveliest woman I ever knew. It is also a deep, reverential tribute to all mothers and to mothe
For nine-year-old Balaji, the past few weeks had been a blur. Something had happened to disturb their idyllic middle-class existence. His was a family of five, his parents, his eldest brother Narendranath aged 17, and his elder sister Renu aged 14. Amongst the three siblings, Balaji had a zest for f Read More...