Kalpana Sharma, independent journalist and columnist, gets talking about the Indian society’s attitude towards girl children and social issues such as female foeticide. Excerpts from her interview to Anupama Krishnakumar.
In this poem, Varsha highlights the views of different generations when it comes to marriage. Some from the older generation focus on materialistic aspects while selecting a groom. The present generation tends to focus more on the person in question. The future is likely to be propelled forward by the light of knowledge of the spirit or soul within the person. Here, while the house should be a proud structure that houses people according to the parents, for the daughter, the house is the body that is home to the soul. In this poem, she vows to share this light of true knowing with all.
Where are we headed as a species inhabiting Planet Earth? It doesn’t take much time to realize that we are walking steadfast into ruin – our actions are having a debilitating effect on the environment, we all know it, but are we doing anything about it? Vani Viswanathan chats with Bhavani Prakash, environment activist and founder, Eco WALK the Talk, on whether there is any hope for our future on this planet – and maybe there is.
The Gangetic Dolphin is India’s National Aquatic Animal. It is listed as an endangered species in the International Union for Conservation of Nature’s List of Threatened Species. More information and an interview with Bhavani Prakash follow.
Pictures that speak of hope for a better future. Photographs by Maheswaran Sathiamoorthy.
Here’s a story of a man and a train…“Krishna mama, as we knew him, was a thin man of medium height with a dome-like bald head, face filled with lines, less than ordinary features and to cap it all, he was lame and his eyes blinked constantly. He lived in the crowded Matunga market area. P.R.Viswanathan weaves a touching story. Read on.
“‘But why talk about the past?’ you asked. ‘Because we have no future.'” Shreya Ramachandran on adolescent love.
Swetha Ramachandran pens a poem of days long gone, but that we still hold on close to our hearts.
