My personal letter to my son on his High school graduation.
What a year it's been. But today, as I turn 47, I am ever more grateful for being here, for having the life I have. The last six months, despite the staggering odds, reminded me that when 'going gets rough, the tough get going.'
I stumbled upon a ‘Murder Mystery’ on my morning walk this thanksgiving!
This podcast was recorded Live from Father's Day Event produced online by me presenting Three Fathers from Diverse Backgrounds and One comedian Dan Nainan followed by a Hindi Poem.
पिता का साया माँ के आँचल से बहुत बड़ा था।
इसीलिए शायद में पिता के काफ़ी क़रीब खड़ा था।
I am now paying more attention to the world around me and learning something new almost every day. This blog is written to pay my tribute to local businesses and their undying spirit of Entrepreneurship!
Today is my father 5th Commemoration day. He left us as I stood by his bedside. Kaushal Ji’s friends and our extended family gave me tremendous strength by convincing me that it was his destiny, and not a failure. It was his time to go. But I still can’t shake off the feeling that as his son, I was not with him in his final moments of consciousness. Here is one chapter for you to read from the book I wrote on him last year.
A very happy Father’s Day to all especially when you win in a world cup cricket game against the most interesting rivalry of your mother country for long. Yesterday my 16-year old son took one of his friends (a girl from the same school but not his GF) for paddle boarding in the gulf close…
Today when I see this picture it reminds me of my father teaching us to climb not walk. He used to take us to the Hills of Galta which was his morning routine and our playground to walk, run, explore and of course climb!
You make all the moments in my life. You look after my every need, you keep an account of the when, why and how. As newlyweds, you seemed unhappy with some of my habits which one could attribute to my bachelor days With modesty you hid my shortcomings, ensuring that they were never visible to…
My Dearest Son Aabhas You have just turned sixteen. When I see you dreaming beyond the sky, I find myself flying along with you. Growing up back in India, my friends and I probably didn’t have as many resources as you have today, but our dreams were similar. We didn’t have to go through so…