Our customary vegetable vendor pulls up right in front of our house…

My mother, already awaiting him, names out the vegetables and their desired measure to be popped into the basket one after the other…

As Mumma picks up a vegetable, scrutinises it heavily, upbraids the vendor if it is found unhealthy, rotten, undernourished or whatever, proceeds on until her basket brims with shiny, well-shaped, well-grown vegetables,

my frivolous mind wanders over the lush green herbs, corriander and mint, ( and a few more) laid down in neatly tied-up bundles, each costing 5 rupees.

The lustre and density of their leaves gave me a sense of richness and abundance of our natural vegetation and, in my mind, I reiterate the immortal lines by Kavi Sumitranandan Pant-

ओह, समय पर उनमें कितनी फलियाँ फूटी!
कितनी सारी फलियाँ, कितनी प्यारी फलियाँ,-

यह धरती कितना देती है! धरती माता
कितना देती है अपने प्यारे पुत्रों को!

हम जैसा बोयेंगे वैसा ही पायेंगे।

And while I stand there, contemplating that no matter how much we ‘pay’ for these vegetables, it would never be able to equal the love our Mother Earth showers upon us, my mother, done with her successful negotiations with the vendor, hands him the money, takes the change back and concludes-

“Thodi dhaniya aise hi daal do…”

This is the very corriander I am talking about…

The vendor obliges.

For, why not?!

From one Mother to my mother- Free Love.




Long time back I visited a park where there was this huge fountain. Struck by its monstrous heights and the prodigious amount of foam being produced by it, I tried to deduce the physics behind it. Having pondered for a while, I reached my answer-” So the vehement rotatory force of its internal motor is causing the water to flow so rapidly that it’s producing such a colossal amount of foam.”

A smirk hung around my lips. How genius of me! Deduced the answer on my own accord!

Notwithstanding, to confirm the answer with a person of greater knowledge on the topic and to magnify my complacency, I asked the caretaker of the park, ” Why is it producing so much of foam?”

So confident was I that he would answer exactly as I had thought, I was already giving myself a lot of airs.

He replied, ” We put some amount of detergent in it. The detergent produces the foam which you can see here.”

My entire world came crashing down to earth right in front of my eyes. How could I be wrong?!

Years later, now, I am happy, for the simple fact that I know the correct answer. I could have simply inferred the answer by the dint of my own logic and could have went back home happily with my answer, but wrong answer. But asking the caretaker provided me with the correct answer, even though it made me appear a fool in my own eyes.

That, my friends, is the magic of spirit of inquiry. It always leaves you astounded with bizarre, unexpected but correct answers…

So, here are just two words to end this post with-

Happy Questioning!


This is what my Bade Papa (my father’s elder brother) whom we lost on 27th of January’ 16, used to tell me often-

“Child, study hard, study very hard but not at the cost of your health.”

His deteriorating health itself was the reason he is not there among us now.

It’s not that I was very close to him, but since the day he has left us, it feels as if the watchful eyes which governed us have been lost somewhere into the void.