Shail's Nest

This post is the second and concluding part for you Kirti, as promised. Continued from the first part:  “From cycling…. ” Exactly ten years later at 39, a special someone entered my life changing it forever. Oh I was married alright and a mother twice over. What has that got to do with it anyway?? [...]

This post  is for you Kirti as promised. I was all of a very young 29 when my Lord and Master decided to teach me to ride a bicycle. I don’t remember how exactly this came about, what turn of which conversation led to this enthusiastic decision on his part. I was all for it, [...]

If you have come looking for Sardarji jokes, let me tell you, this is the wrong place. This blog is about Sardarjis all right… but it is about some among the brave troops of my husband’s battalion (Sikh Regiment) who came into our family’s life as sahayaks (helpers/orderlies) and enriched our lives in their own [...]

-  a true story of  blog addiction Being away or rather forced to be away, from the net for long gave me chance to muse about the blogosphere and the hold it has on us bloggers. Is Cloud Nine when you get a comment to your blog, the Indianhomemaker a passionate blogger herself, had once [...]

I have spilled quite a lot of beans about the second-born in many a previous blog and yet here I am again to write more about him. The second born aka the blue-eyed boy was born on a bright sunny morning on this same day years ago at the Military Hospital in Trivandrum. The blue-eyed [...]

My senior son the geek, skydiving. Updated to add the second photo.

I am tempted to ask if other parents and first and second-born-s agree that the second child is born with special skills to shake any smugness out of their parents, unlike the first born who lets you think you have done a great job… Do you think this is true?? The above is the question that [...]

The title is a misnomer. It is a ‘LOT’ of poetic history, precisely 1987 words including this message of warning, masquerading as ‘little’ poetic history. Proceed only after taking suitable precautions against boredom and (most important) at your own risk. My first attempt at poetry way back in the Ancient Ages when play-stations, i-pods, video [...]