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Various aspects of everyday life, like the rangolis that adorn very many Indian house holds every day is welcoming, colorful, intricate and above all soothing. This category hopes to capture the feel good aspects of every day life that are simple, yet intricate as a Rangoli…

In the late 80s, before the advent of cable TV, when the 9.00 o’clock serials on Doordarshan used to capture the attention of the Indian middle class, there was one of these serials called Mr. Yogi. It was a comic-tragic series where Yogesh Ishwarlal Patel, an NRI (Non Resident Indian) returns to Bombay for a bride. As a school boy, having a good laugh at the expense of Mr. Yogi, being in a similar situation 20 years down the line was the last thing on my mind. But then isn’t that what life is all about? A series of unfortunate events occurring when you least expect them to. I actually fail to remember if Mr. Yogi ultimately found a suitable bride. I wonder whatever happened to Mr.Yogi, the same fate awaits me.

When you are driving, apart from the advertising billboards one gets to see numerous messages informing you about the hazards of DUI (Driving Under Influence). However you never see anything about the hazards of SUI (Surfing the net Under Influence) which is more dangerous to your health than anything else. How, you might ask. Well [...]

Every week, there is a mad scramble, a veritable race between dog and woman, to see who gets to greet the Lord and Master first as he arrives home for the weekend. This is about one such weekend….

I have now understood the joy felt by the kids running after butterflies and I enjoyed these moments of respite away from the ever present demands of modern life. I hope some of that joy will rub off on you.

Memories flashed through my mind. The very first was that of her late father suggesting a topic for research and then of her writing a credible synopsis that would be accepted by a very well-respected Professor who would agree to guide her. The heart burning process of navigating through the bureaucracy of the University for registration; convincing recalcitrant industry managers to let her see the food facilities provided to their labour force as it would ultimately help the industry; collecting huge data and then trying to make sense of it; selecting modes of data presentation so that a credible thesis was evolved and submitted; getting papers selected for presentation at international conferences and then attending them… The list is long.

Developent is imminent, it cannot be stopped. Urban development in the second most populous country is one such imminent thing. It cannot be stopped. This development is often faulted with the destruction of something else ; something pure, something nature bestowed. It need not be the case. Planned properly, and working harmoniously with our fragile environment rather than against, we can create a symbiosis in urban pockets too.

Men should be allowed to display affection, feel despair, show hurt and express fear. It only makes them more endearing and easier to connect with. Boys don’t cry. Says who? Go ask a guy who has loved and been loved.

For all of us who have lived through the 80’s in India, we remember vividly as to how the idiot-box, namely the “Television/TV” came into our lives. It did not just come ; over a period of  a few years, it stormed into our houses and became such an integral part of very many Indian households. One [...]

Mukta is a new author at INDImag and this is her first post. Welcome Mukta !. If I had to mention one thing that can tick me off, to the point of making me violent, it is the cruelty toward animals. No, not because I have Chotu, my favorite pup at home. Not because he [...]

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 4; the fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. Being parents to a 3.5 year old and a 15 month old, the thought [...]