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My journey with Sandhyavandanam

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I was in my second year of Engineering, and my parents decided to conduct my Upanayanam ceremony. Upanayanam, as I have referred in my earlier posts, is a sacred rite of passage that marks a boy's passage into spiritual learning. Anyway, the Upanayanam was done. After that, I had to begin the trikaala (three times a day) Sandyavandanam - morning, noon and evening. Sandhyavandanam is done by chanting the Gayathri Mantra to foster spritual growth and well-being. It's a way to connect with the divine energy. If you ChatGPT the significance of Sandhyavandanam, I am sure there will be a detailed explanataion of what it means inspite of whatever hallucination you see ChatGPT spitting out.   I was 20. After the Upanayanam, you are expected to do Sandhyavandanam by learning from the elders at home. My father, I have never seen him do Sandhyavandanam. How do I get started? The vaadhyar (priest) who conducted my Upanayanam came on the first day, performed the Sandhyavandanam wit...

CTR, Vidyarthi Bhavan & Rameshwaram Cafe

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The iconic CTR Masala Dosa Bangalore is home to the best benne masala dosas in the world.  I have had dosas in many places around the world, and I keep coming back to the ones in Bangalore.  Even a simple darshini - a quick stand and eat joint - serves a dosa that lingers in memory.  People often debate Karnataka vs. Tamil Nadu dosas. For me, there’s no comparison. Tamil Nadu dosas are fluffy, while Karnataka’s are crisp, thanks to a touch of rice flakes in the batter. That crisp magic keeps bringing me back. Anyway, during the current trip, I made my customary stop at CTR (Central Tiffin Room) .  Malleswaram itself is a place I miss dearly - the bustle of 8th Cross, the street vendors, the old trees lining Margosa and Sampige roads. And there, on the corner of 9th Cross, stands CTR - unchanged for decades.    I ordered my favorite masala dosa. The wait always feels the longest, but once it arrived, I was transported. The crisp golden dosa, the chutneys, th...

Kalady in my heart: A once in a lifetime Upanayanam

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Kalady is the birth place of Adi Shankaracharya, the greatest spiritual philosopher of Hinduism.   Adi Shankara was the proponent of Advaita Vedanta - Brahman alone is real; the world is ultimately an illusion.  His ideal of non-dualism unified diverse schools of Hindu thought.  He played a major role in upholding Sanatana Dharma and spreading Vedanta.  Kalady is a quiet riverside village in Kerala, set along the banks of the Poorna river, surrounded by lush greenery and a serene, unhurried pace of life. Its temples, ghats, and gentle landscape create a natural atmosphere of reflection and devotion. When my wife and I had the initial germ of thought about Akhil's Upanayanam, I immediately went to my favorite, Sringeri, a place nestled in the beautiful Western Ghats, and we also thought about Kanchipuram, home of the Maha Periyavaa, a revered 20th century saint of the Kanchi Mutt, and in the eyes of many, a walking God.  My parents were here in the US in early 20...

ChatGPT and writing

 I don't know how to say this but our lives are governed by so much perfection these days that it can be pretty frustrating.  Write an email at work, and you suddenly are sending it through AI to make sure that we are dotting the i's and crossing the t's.  The sentence gets reworded dramatically.  It's all so exquisite and perfect.  That original sentence written feels like a hotchpotch of words.  The embarrassment of writing the original gnaws at you.  How could I have written such a bad sentence! The new composition has the perfect diction, tone and grammar with flowery and glittering prose.  Oh, if you don't want that, in a matter of seconds, it switches to a more professional tone.  If not that, it becomes friendly and casual.  If everything fails, it just rewrites into something totally new that you are left wondering what you actually started off with.  Yes, it's all awesome, but in the end, the end product is deprived of some...

When the Violin Wept for Me

There are songs that entertain. There are songs that move you. And then, once in a lifetime, there’s a piece of music that finds you — and never lets go. There was a moment of madness. I went to YouTube just to  feel  “Sundari Kannal.” But you have no chance of finding just the song. You end up losing yourself in the  pangs of nostalgia . How can Ilaiyaraaja create emotions out of  silence ? How does a single violin — just one humble instrument — manage to stir your soul so completely? That breakup scene between Rajini and Shobana… it has more silence than music. But it’s  that silence  that makes you weep. You lose yourself. You find yourself. You are caught in a web — memories, emotions, fragments of feelings you didn’t know still lived in you. They come. They go. And then — the violin. The interlude arrives like a quiet storm. The orchestra is so simple… yet so rich. It’s not loud. It’s not flashy. It’s  healing . But within the healing, there is...