Ratna-Rajaiah-Blogs

Early morning ragas have a special magic for me because it is that time when the day gently blooms opens, when everything is so rested, so c...

By Hazrat Inayat Khan There is a story of a peasant girl who was passing through a farm while going to another village. There was a Mus...

Development. Big word. And one that has always confused me. Used more liberally than salt in French fries, it’s a particular favourite of ...

  There was a time not so long ago when you could tell the seasons by what your vegetable and fruit vendors were stocking. For example when...

  I'm not a classical music aficionado but I love music, especially Hindustani classical music and I basically follow my ear to find an...

It happened as I was eating breakfast this morning, chewing slowly on a bit of hot chappati covered with melted butter… As I savoured each b...

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  Karjikai or karanji as it is known in Hindi is to Diwali what Christmas pudding is to…well, Christmas, naturally. So a few days before Di...

“ Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, Through echoing forest and echoing street, With lutes in our hands ever-singing we ...

It was December 24th, 1914. Christmas Eve. Across hundreds of miles in Ypres in Belgium, the Germans troops lay in their trenches and withi...

The Adhesive Factory So what exactly makes Vitamin C such a vital nutrient? That’s a difficult question to answer because the arena of thi...

  What does shipbuilding and the invention of navigational compass have to do with Vitamin C? A lot, actually. The world knew about scurvy ...

Today is Ganesha Chaturthi. In modern day terms, you could say, the birthday of one of the most beloved and well-known deities of the Hindu ...

If JanLokpal Bill is passed, I am wondering if my uncle would have got justice? It was a bright July morning and the streets of Mysore were...

Sigh. Another Independence Day went by. Freedom, an ad screamed. At last, I thought but it was a soap promising to unfetter me from my oily ...

In my garden, there are 3 beautiful creepers planted by my father that trail their beautiful, delicate dark green feathery selves to the g...

The Importance of Being a Mindblowing Mahiyah… This is a question for the ladies. (Though of course, there might be some gentlemen who wou...

This happens so often, doesn’t it? There are people you don’t know but who you see everyday – a woman at the busstop, the conductor on the b...