Category: Blog

The Violent World we live in

The Violent World we live in The last few days have been terrible. One blow after another to shake our faith in human nature. First, there was the spoilt and deranged, rich kid in Santa Barbara, California, who gave vent to his...

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A Modi-fied India

  INDIA MODI-FIED?   So the people have spoken, so to speak.   The incoming Prime Minister of India and his soon-to-be-formed ministerial cabinet have their work cut out for them, which essentially means cleaning out the...

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Rear Vision Mirror (2)

The two novels featured above – “Krishna, A Love Story” and “Rahul, A Different Love Story” – both set in the early 1970s, use a cultural backdrop where the last vestiges of the British Raj...

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The Rear Vision Mirror

When India held its first democratic elections in 1952, many thought it would be India’s last. The air of cynicism has dissipated over the years. Gandhi, Dr. B.R. Ambedkar, Jawaharlal Nehru, Vallabbhai  Patel, Maulana Abul Kalam...

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In Praise of Poets

Poets have given their lives for different reasons. Cinna the poet was killed by a Roman mob because they mistook him for Cinna the Conspirator, one of those behind the murder of Julius Caesar. The Spanish poet Federico Garcia...

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Understanding, Faith and Courage

The unimaginable horror of five lives lost when something goes horribly wrong in one single mind has haunted many Calgarians over the past few days. The event is painful and baffling. Over the past month or so, even bigger...

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Winged Spirits and Hope

Last week, a breakthrough research in spinal cord injury sent waves of hope and admiration across the airwaves. It highlighted another piece in the puzzle toward helping people walk again after such injuries. The study,...

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Marina Keegan

I wish to write about Marina Keegan today not only because April is National Poetry Month, but also because Marina’s life reminds me of a sad and lyrical sonnet – brief but deeply moving. I wish I had known her, but I didn’t....

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Poetry Month

Sometimes I think I can remember my mother singing me to sleep in my infancy. But that’s probably in my imagination, since I did see her singing, most likely the same songs, to my younger siblings when they were babies. Songs,...

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