With a perplexed look on her rather longish face, my little seven-year-old elder granddaughter posed a seemingly simple question the other day, “Grandpa, how many days has a week-end?” “Two days, Saturday and Sunday, don’t you know that, dear?”, I responded in a loving but matter-of-fact tone. It was then that…

The ugly side of the pleasant people

Throughout my adult life I have often been in the role of that Born Loser cartoon character. But each such episode prepared me for the next forthcoming episode. …

When it comes to choosing between two alternatives, I am on familiar grounds. Somehow or the other I almost always end up with the wrong one! What conclusion can I possibly draw from this? Does it in any way imply that my mental faculty is so poor as to be…

Years ago when she was a kid I taught my granddaughter to say:”I am you. You are me. We are one.” Now suddenly without any warning whatsoever I am alone.

Eating something nice, watching a good TV program, listening to a good old yesteryear song, these are simple things that I have enjoyed all along. But not anymore. Whenever I am engaged in one of these a feeling of guilt somehow creeps over me: “I am enjoying myself while the departed dear and near one cannot , not in this world of ours anymore.” It is a devastating thought that will hound, haunt and stalk me often for the rest of my days. ..

At long last things are adding up. It is certainly encouraging to see real concrete progress in so many sectors. Successful events here and there are rearing their heads not unlike mushrooms emerging out of the ground when the moisture and heat hit the right balance and join forces.But there is still a long way to go of course. And in the mean time everybody is watching the clock ticking away.

One who talks in the same way taking the same road will end up in the same destination.

It was raining off and on the whole of yesterday reminding me of one rainy day when I was studying at St. Paul’s HS in Rangoon. I was then in the 9 th standard (Matriculation Class of 1957–58). Our physics teacher was a European (not a brother) who often told…