यूँ ही एक भ्रम सा पाल रखा है कि जो प्रत्यक्ष है वही सत्य है और स्थायी भी । हिमालय की ऊँचाईयों पर बसने वाले जीव शायद ही घाटियों की खोज खबर रखते हैं। और कहीं पहुँचने की जल्दी में भागती हुई नदी क्या जाने कि पर्वत की भाँति अचल रहना भी कुछ होता है। …
Positive and Negative Reinforcement: A Reflection of how Children View Themselves
Seven-year-old Shreya was having a casual conversation with her mother. As she expressed her views, she was met with a very laid-back remark by her father, “Oh! Are you that dumb Shreya?” He did not expect to hear what he did! “Yes Dad, I am. Specially at Mathematics.” Shreya’s parents were taken by surprise by …
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छोटे शहरों को समर्पित
छोटे शहर थोड़ा धीरे चलते हैं । शायद उनकी घड़ियों की धड़कने तेज़ नहीं होतीं । धूप सुस्ताते हुए बरामदों में झाँकती है। और सुबह-सुबह सड़कें कुछ चंद ही कदम चलती हैं । धीमे-धीमे सूरज चढ़ता है तो काफिला आगे बढ़ता है । मंज़िलें पास ही होती हैं। फिर भी उन्हें तय करने में घण्टों …
India’s #MeToo Movement and our Constant State of Denial
So, there were quite a few skeletons in the closet! Now that some of them are out in the open, I am sure it will give women the courage to pull out some more. India’s #MeToo movement has disclosed some shocking facts and I am going to talk about them at two levels. Just yesterday …
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Two Lives
We never know what happens when life happens, unless it actually happens! Today we are so caught in this idea of “myself” that we gradually lose out on our “other self”. It is hard to say whether life is ready to entangle us or is it we ourselves who are willing to get entangled… …
From the Days of Rajni
One from the archives. This piece found a place in the HER WORLD section of THE TRIBUNE published on August 26, 2001. One of my very early and raw pieces, it came much before the advent of the #MeToo movement and similar stuff. It can also be accessed on www.tribuneindia/days of Rajni Not that I ever …
A Hundred Quills 