Harini Calamur's Writings
One year ago, on Maha Shivaratri — March 8, 2024 — I had a brain stroke.I was in Faridabad.We were supposed to deck the hall for Maha Shivaratri celebrations.I woke up at 4:30 am for my sadhana. Finished by 5:45 am.Then walked…
… is that they grow old in front of your eyes. Your naughty little pup, becomes a regal old matriarch. She could jump from on end of the room to another as a pup, now she hobbles. Her once sharp eyes, now…
As she enters her 14th year, the Queen of our home has gotten more imperious, if such a thing is possible. She has got her non verbal communication down to a tee. 14 dog years, is approximately 90 human years, so we…
Many Thousands of years ago, Dogs domesticated human beings. Ever since then, have slaved over them long and hard, and in turn they let us believe we own them. Not. So, the diva is getting old … she is almost 14. And she…
I don’t particularly like the cold. And unless it gets really hot (48 degrees) or really humid (Chennai), i can handle warm and sultry weather. The Dog(ess), on the other hand, cannot. So, a few days ago, she walks into my room,…
Every nine years or so, since I was 16, my life has been through a complete change. When I was 16, dad got transferred to the UK, where i lived and then worked for the better part of a decade. When I…
My grandfather (dada) Calamur Mahadevan (1901 – 1962) – geologist, scientist, nationalist, feminist, father, husband, friend, teacher. Prinicipal at Andhra University. A man who educated his wife after their marriage, and insisted that she go out and work with the less…
Macro, in photography, is an extreme close up. They also can be a pain to shoot because the slightest movement in the object leads to a blurred image. the interesting facet of macro photography is that the image is usully many times…
…. and the Dog(ess) who rules our household with a firm paw. She has perfected the art of division of labour in the household – dad is for treats, mom is for feeds, i for grooming, and JD for playing … though…
Was at the dentist yesterday. To have extracted a molar in the lower jaw that had been killed by the wisdom that grew in a strange way. The dentist took out a particularly mean looking instrument. “what is that”, i mumbled –…