My Favorite Pair Of Jeans On my thirteenth birthday, Mom got me my first pair of designer jeans. Low waist, deep blue, ribbed denim. It was amazing how they hugged my legs. I went to school wearing them. Low waist jeans were in fashion and...
Our World In Years I look around at the toxic waste we generate each day, the natural resources like coal and petroleum that we plunder, and the resources that we pollute like water and air and it seems as if we are set on the...
Grandma’s Gramophone And My iPod Grandma’s gramophone held the pride of place on the table and it was covered with red velvet and lace. The “arm” of the gramophone held a needle that read the grooves in the record by vibration and transmitted the information to...
Friends Friendship is that beautiful bond that binds people. Friendship knows no caste, no creed, no status. Two people are drawn to each other by things they share in common and they slowly develop a strong bond based on trust, love and understanding. Friends care...
My Dream The sea was quiet and it seemed as if I was all alone. It was a beautiful day and I turned on my back to float, the sun rays kissing my face. Suddenly a group of clouds came out of nowhere and blocked...
My Summer Vacation Summer vacation at Goa was like a dream come true. The white sand, the swaying palm fronds, the calm waters were picture perfect. No matter where we went in Goa it felt like it was siesta time. This languidness is typical not...
Ramdas Padhye: The Master Puppeteer Ramdas Padhye the Indian ventriloquist, puppeteer, and puppet-maker is unquestionably the King of Ventriloquism in India. For over forty years, he has singularly dominated this profession. Ramdas received his formal training in the art of ventriloquism and puppetry from his...
The School Band It was a prestigious thing to be a part of the School Band. I auditioned for it twice before I got selected to be part of it. Our school was big and at any point of time there were at least 3000...
Joining Boarding School I had earned a reputation for being notorious. One day, when I was in the fifth grade, Dad decided that he had given me enough chances and told Mom that he was sending me to Boarding school. Reading all those Malory Tower...
Being Elected Head-Girl of School The head-girl was chosen from Grade X. I was one of the candidates and the anticipation was killing me as the professors counted the votes. I had dreamed about being head-girl for most of high school. I knew as early...
