As The River Flows

  ENJOY ENJAAMI………… A song going viral, that inspired me to write a post about it ‘Enjoy Enjaami’ is a song in ‘Tamil’, one of the oldest living languages, spoken by around 80 million people across the world. Tamil is the official language of the state of Tamil Nadu in south-eastern India and one of the 22 scheduled languages in the Indian constitution. It is one of the official languages in 2 sovereign nations: Sri Lanka and Singapore. It is recognized officially as a minority language in South Africa, Mauritius and Malayasia. UNESCO has recognized and listed Tamil, as a classical language, based on facts such as being over 2000 years old, having a rich literary tradition with a plethora of ancient texts across an exhaustive spectrum of genres. More about the song now: ‘Enjoy Enjaami’ is NOT a film song from Indian cinema. This is an independent music artist’s work composed by Santosh Naryanan, sung by Dhee & Arivu, with lyrics by Arivu. It is backed by the production label MAAJJA

Disability or Capability.... What do you choose to see? Different people perceive the world differently! Let's make this Children's Day 2020 inclusive. Let us decide to see ability not disability. I am grateful to all my friends with disabilities - visually challenged, hearing n speech impaired, those with special needs. I cherish the love n learning, goof-up times n guidance in their world. I pledge to learn more about disabled acheivers. And today I wish to bring attention particularly to a less known disability called Faceblindness and to the initiative taken by Dakshayani (herself Faceblind) in bringing awareness of this, with a hope of a more sensitive and sensible world. Wishing Happy Children's Day and Happy Diwali ! Here's another opportunity to dispel our ignorance and spread the light.......🙂  https://nablurbridge.wixsite.com/nablur/campaign

  I rarely post about my family on social media, being a private person in a certain sense...many know this. But ever since Sep 2020, I have felt compelled to share my joy and gratitude for the beautiful, challenging, exciting and satisfying journey of watching my two sons grow into young men. This month I have officially become the shortest among the three of us. I know it's a line you've heard from zillions of mothers but I am going to say it anyways simply because that's how it feels......"It feels like just a moment ago that I received the new born in my arms ! Arre.....when did this happen? when did they grow taller than me". My heart seems to be wondering. :)  The children have an age difference of 2 years and 2 weeks and this August Harshvardhan turned 16 and Yajat turned 14. Whew! And covid has brought us closer as well in the most unexpected ways. Discovering better each other's pain points, strengths and unknown talents like hair cutting and handli

With my elder son unwell since Satruday, and me and family as always trying to avoid medication, the evening and the next morning ( of the Bhakti Poets show) was spent in accupressure, natural home-remedies , and homeopathy. Son got better, and the mind shifted back to thoughts about the upcoming show. I was getting anxious about not having had ti me to go over my script and rehearse for the show. How ironic ! A few hours later, I was going to sing and share stories about not being anxious, about doing our best and having faith. And with my anxiety I was being the antithesis ! I had to be reminded that every word in the script, and the concept of stringing together the tenets of the Bhakti Philosophy, had come from my heart, had been conceptualised and put together by me, had been performed many times ( though not in my city in recent times) Which meant that I had no real reason to be so anxious. Even at the venue, there were three shows happening simultaneously and much as anybody

It was March 2017. I opened the inbox of my email and found an invitation. " We invite you to an International Storytelling Festival in the continent of Africa ? Would you be interested?" I was naturally excited to travel so far away to listen, share and exchange stories. There were on and off exchanges with the Professor coordinating the project. With the undulating updates about the funds, the entire project would be called off it seemed. Hmmm… My family was also waiting for the confirmation email but when it came, we had reasons to be happy and sad. The date of departure from Hyderabad changed in the last minute from Sep 3rd to Sep 2nd. I had to leave on Sep 2nd morning around 3 am which meant I had to leave home by Sep 1st night. It is the birthday of my younger son and we were both not looking forward to my absence. But we had also been waiting for this email. As I was sadding and happying, my dear friend Pushpa called and I promptly poured out my problem.

        Storytelling in the language classroom Deepa Kiran                                ELTAI  2014 “There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.” —Ursula K. LeGuin Story of The sparrow and the banyan tree Once upon a time there was a beautiful lush green forest which was the home to a variety of animals. The animals lived in the forest peacefully enjoying the lovely food and shelter it provided them. The big banyan tree right in the middle of the forest housed many nests and was the most popular shade for the animals and insects. One hot summer afternoon two travelers passing through the forest lit a small fire to cook their food and as they left they forgot to put off the fire. In a while the wind carried splinters into the air and onto the dry branches of the trees. Seconds later the branches caught fire and soon a raging fire spread all through the forest. All the animals, insects and bird