Saturday, September 26, 2026

Mirror, mirror, on the wall….

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils; 

(William Wordsworth) 

Wordsworth glorified the daffodils in his poem 'I wandered lonely as a cloud'. It reveals how the recollection of the sight de-stresses him in tranquility. Ironically, the flower which is symbolic of rebirth, new beginnings and hope has contributed its name to a psychological disorder.   

Daffodil, or narcissus flower has a bowed shape that represents Narcissus bending over the water to admire his reflection.  

 

The dangerous self-obsession, Narcissistic personality disorder gets its name from the Greek mythology of Narcissus. Lack of concern for others is a core trait of this personality, who does not mind harming individuals whom they consider obstacles. They sugar coat their malicious intentions making it right the saying ‘The sweetest tongue has the sharpest teeth’.

To quote II Timothy 3:1-5 "lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive... swollen with conceit, and lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God". It instructs believers to avoid such individuals. The word of the Lord always keeps the faithful safe from all harm.

In the present world, social media can be compared to water where users adore their reflections (pun intended). Like a kite which requires the string to keep it in control and grounded, the fear of the Lord is required for us to stay in our limits.

Saturday, September 19, 2026

Floccinaucinihilipilification

AI is the talk of the town at present as the future ‘depends’ on it. The fear of it dominating humanity is in the air. It is appropriate to say that AI will not dominate, instead we surrender willingly to it. To elucidate, I will dwell into a few facts.

Early humans had highly capable cognitive abilities which debilitated with inventions. While commuting to distant places, they reach their destinations by detecting the directions based on the location of celestial bodies and natural landmarks. This is now taken over by GPS, which does the thinking for us, and we depend on it even to reach a nearby location. This has made dormant a part of our cognition, but it is never lost as the forest dwellers are still capable of ‘self-steering’.

The fact that AI can produce any literary piece in no time has people questioning the authenticity of genuine literary works of modern times. The current generation finds it incredible that someone can produce amazing art or written work. They need to be guided and motivated to believe in their creative abilities. Constant pen and paper activities will facilitate them, instilling confidence in themselves. It is said that DC comics will not depend on generative AI for art work or story telling.

Technological development is always looked at with apprehension. The naturalists try to maintain a healthy balance between nature and technology, the Luddites resist it and the rest try to keep pace with it. Human beings are made to evolve and adapt.

The Parable of Talents (Matthew 25:14–30) finds significance here. Our talents should be utilized to benefit the world around us. Many ground-breaking inventions made so far, were met with fear initially, but were gradually accepted and became part of our daily lives. A level-headed approach to innovations and inventions will never make AI floccinaucinihilipilification of humans.

Saturday, September 5, 2026

Blowing Hot, Blowing Cold

Zephyr, spring's harbinger, caressed the trees,
Susurration, the melody of wind, filled the air,
Cooling the land scorched by the sun
Clouds rained pebble drops,
Wrapping all in chrysalism, in hot summer
Nature's wonders in turn saunter
Blowing hot, blowing cold and so it goes.

Wednesday, September 2, 2026

We saw the Power

Faraway in the mountains, sheared a mammoth ice chunk
Earth tremored, river swelled, water coiled in funk,
The weir breached, the darting deluge swallowed the obstacle,
Making the crown of creation watching in despair the spectacle,
Boulders rolled like marbles, buildings tumbled like deck of cards,
A splash of dirt here, a lash of water there, trespassing your yards,
The torrent wreaked havoc, with its course errant, nature enraged
We saw the power, we saw the powerless and we gauged
When the mighty is messed up, invincible is the force!
(Dedicated to the tragedy of Nepal 26th August, 2026)
(The poster made for the poem.)

Tuesday, August 4, 2026

Flashback-II

Once upon a time, in Kerala, people used a vehicle called villuvandi. My great, great grandfather owned one, the scraps of which were seen in our ancestral house when we were kids. It was a decorated bullock cart pulled by bullocks and manned by a handler. Though we have never seen it, we have heard of certain travel stories of my ancestors in that vehicle. (More to come in next post)

Saturday, July 18, 2026

Flashback to the 70s- Part 1

Recently, I met a friend of us who had come from abroad after a long time. During the conversation we discussed the conspicuous changes in children post covid. The most alarming observation made by my friend, who is a Bharatanatyam instructor, was the cognitive tardiness of students. Pre covid, her students used to learn the dance in a year, but the present-day doom scrolling addicts find it difficult to maneuver hand-leg-eye in co-ordination, leaving them struggling to learn even after two and a half years. A sad reality, which hopefully will change in due course. Some countries had already shifted away from technology-based learning to class room teaching and pen and paper. As a quinquagenarian born in the 70’s I consider myself lucky to be able to grow up in world devoid of technology, albeit technology helped me later. It opened a world of knowledge, information, tai chi for health, global cuisine and so on.
In my childhood we connected with relatives and friends through regular get-togethers and letters. We got to know about what happened around the world through newspapers and radio. During vacations, at my maternal grandparents' place, we used to sit with them and cousins at night listening to drama aired through radio, which was a prized possession in homes at that time. Other major entertainments were outdoor games such as tag, hopscotch square, hide and seek, blind man's bluff, watching movies at the local theatre etc……. TO BE CONTINUED

Thursday, June 11, 2026

Let it Go!

I have mentioned in my previous post about burning of Pappanji. The details of it are given here. In May 1498, Vasco de Gama, a Portuguese explorer, landed in Kozhikode, which led to a series of expeditions and trade deals. This resulted in the assimilation of Portuguese culture in Kerala. The remnants of the occupation are still found in Fort Kochi. The steaming process in cooking of Kerala cuisine comes from Portuguese.
The Dutch Bolgatty Palace and its corridoor.
Another tradition introduced by the Portuguese is the burning of Pappanji on New Year’s Eve in Fort Kochi. The place will be choc-a-block with traffic which sees a massive turnout. This fascinating spectacle is now adopted by many other localities.
Pappanji in Kottayam
Pappanji means ‘grandfather’ or ‘old man’ in Portuguese. The effigy is lit fire symbolising the end of the year.Children make tiny Pappanjis and the original effigy has coat, suit, shoes and hat resembling an old European man with a cigar. Some mistake Pappanji for Santa Claus, but historians and locals refute this. Another theory behind the myth of Pappanji is that, it originated from the Jewish culture as Fort Kochi still has remains of Jewish settlers. Moreover, the burning ceremony is on the eighth day after Christmas Eve, akin to the festival of Enoch.

Nature, the Architect

                            “All nature seems to bespeak the works of God”

We often wonder about the formation of the universe. Small wonders still seem to be happening with nature carrying on with amazing creations. I have come across two serene and scenic locations in my home town fashioned by the silt or alluvial soil ensuing floods in Kerala’s Kottayam district. These alluring flood plains are a major attraction among the locals and less known to tourists

Kavalipuzha Beach-- It is not a beach as the name suggests, but a perfect place for recreation as it is less crowded and tranquil. There are facilities for boating and fishing. A shack provides simple snacks and drinks. Location: Kidangoor, Kottayam, Kerala.


Thanaloram The word means ‘a place of shade’. True to the name, the vast place is shaded by huge bamboo trees that form a canopy that shields visitors from heat and drizzle. There is a shed where snacks and drinks are available. Location: Poovathumoodu, Kottayam, Kerala. On New Year’s eve the place is lit up and Papanji is burnt down. (Details about Papanji in the next post.)


Friday, April 17, 2026

Querencia

Had a busy day? Your home is there to relax. Feeling hurt and humiliated? Your home is there to heal. A place where your loved ones are waiting for you to see your smile. A place which is eagerly waiting for your arrival to spend the holidays. The joy that is on their faces when they see you is priceless. In your querencia, you don’t feel the pain when your finger is seared or cut while cooking because it is relished and cherished. In your querencia you let go your stress because there is nothing to fret about. In your querencia, you are you because you don’t have to please. In your querencia you find peace.

Saturday, January 24, 2026

Christmas Cheer at Nasr Boys School

This was my post during Christmas last year regarding the Christmas tree of Nasr Boys School. This year we could get it got covered in Deccan Chronicle thanks to Mr. Sanjay Samuel Paul of DC and Philip Joshua, a friend of us. . . https://www.deccanchronicle.com/southern-states/telangana/nasr-school-puts-up-50-foot-tall-christmas-tree-1924550
The covering of it in a travel website added to the charm of the celebration. . https://www.travelandtourworld.com/news/article/nasr-schools-grand-50-foot-christmas-tree-in-hyderabad-becomes-a-new-landmark-attraction-for-tourists-and-visitors-across-india/

Mirror, mirror, on the wall….

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;  (Wi...