The Great Speeches I Failed to Memorise

I recently created the attached two videos for a friend, where I read aloud President Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address and Mark Antony’s Funeral Oration from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. These speeches have always held a special place in my memory. Back in 2012, I attempted to memorize these popular pieces from my school days, and despite my 7-year-old granddaughter Sudhiksha’s patient help in holding the speech papers and correcting my mistakes, I failed rather miserably. Ironically, Sudhiksha, at that young age, mastered them by heart with ease 🙂

My friend, who attended a speed‑reading course, shared that he could read at nearly 800 words per minute, though with little comprehension, and at 400 words per minute with full understanding. Speed may be useful for reading, but when it comes to delivering a speech, clarity and cadence matter more. The ideal speaking pace is generally 130 to 150 words per minute. For instance, the Gettysburg Address, of 300 words with an introduction, took me 2 minutes and 2 seconds to read. That pace is acceptable, though a touch slower might feel more thoughtful to some, while others could find it dragging.

Hope you will like my narration of these speeches:

Mark Antony’s Oration at Caesar’s Funeral:

President Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address:

Discovering Sri Kamakshi Amma Ekambareshwara Swamy Temple, Secunderabad.

 

Some discoveries happen in distant places during carefully planned journeys. Others are found surprisingly close to home, quietly waiting to be noticed. Our visit today to Sri Kamakshi Amma Ekambareshwara Swamy Temple in Kalasiguda, Secunderabad, was one such discovery.

Although we have been residents of Secunderabad since birth, it was only yesterday that we came to know about this beautiful temple. Curious to learn more, we visited early this morning and were immediately struck by its serene atmosphere and rich spiritual heritage.

The temple is dedicated to Goddess Kamakshi and Lord Ekambareshwara. It reflects the sacred association found in the ancient Kamakshi Amman Temple and Ekambareswarar Temple of Kanchipuram, one of the most revered Shaiva–Shakta centres of South India. Goddess Kamakshi is worshipped as the Divine Mother, embodying compassion and grace, while Lord Ekambareshwara represents Lord Shiva in his benevolent form. In addition to the main shrines, the temple also houses subsidiary shrines dedicated to Lord Ganesha and Lord Subramanya Swamy, making it a complete spiritual centre for devotees.

We were told that the temple is more than a hundred years old. According to local tradition, it was established by a Tamil Mudaliar family along with members of their community, who sought to preserve their religious and cultural heritage in Secunderabad. Over the decades, the temple has remained an important place of worship, sustaining the devotional practices and traditions of generations.

During our visit, we had the privilege of performing Abhishekam for Lord Shiva and offering Pooja to Goddess Kamakshi. Participating in these sacred rituals brought a deep sense of peace and fulfilment, and we sought the blessings of both the Divine Mother and Lord Shiva for the well-being of our family.

What surprised us most was learning that this temple is well known among many residents of the surrounding localities, yet we ourselves had remained unaware of its existence until now. It made me reflect on how often we overlook the treasures hidden within our own neighbourhoods. We frequently travel great distances in search of history, culture, spirituality, and beauty, while remarkable places often exist just around the corner.

Our visit to Sri Kamakshi Amma Ekambareshwara Swamy Temple was not merely a temple visit; it was a reminder that exploration need not always involve distant destinations. Sometimes, the most meaningful discoveries are those that help us see our own city with fresh eyes.

As I left the temple, one thought lingered in my mind: why does it take us so long to discover the fascinating stories, traditions, and sacred spaces that have quietly enriched our own neighbourhoods for generations?

The Legacy of a Coffee Filter

 

In an age of capsule machines, automatic brewers, and instant coffee, it is easy to forget that some of the most treasured objects in our homes are not the newest or the most sophisticated. Sometimes, their value lies not in technology but in the stories they carry.

The photographs above show three different types of coffee-making equipment. On the left stands the traditional South Indian coffee filter, in the middle a stovetop coffee maker, and on the right an electric coffee machine. Each represents a different era and approach to brewing coffee. Yet among them, it is the humble South Indian coffee filter that occupies a special place in our family.

More than a kitchen utensil, it is a family heirloom.

This stainless-steel coffee filter is sixty-eight years old and remains in perfect working condition. It was purchased by my father, Late Sri N. Bhaskarachary, on 14th November 1957, his birthday. In those days, it was common practice to mark significant purchases with the owner's name and the date of purchase. The faint but still visible engraving on the lid bears witness to that tradition, preserving a moment in time that might otherwise have been forgotten.

Every scratch, every polished surface, and every cup of coffee brewed through it carries a connection to him.

The filter itself is a simple yet ingenious device. Consisting of two cylindrical chambers, a perforated pressing disc, and a lid, it produces the rich coffee decoction that has been the foundation of South Indian filter coffee for generations. Despite the arrival of newer methods and machines, it continues to do its job with remarkable efficiency. Its design has scarcely changed because it never needed to.

What is perhaps most remarkable is its condition. After nearly seven decades of regular use, the filter remains sturdy and functional. This speaks volumes about the quality of manufacturing from an era when products were built to last. Many household items of those times, from utensils to motor vehicles, were made with durability in mind. Stainless steel was thick, workmanship was meticulous, and longevity was expected rather than exceptional.

Today, when appliances are often replaced within a few years, such endurance feels almost extraordinary.

Looking at the filter alongside the stovetop and electric coffee makers, one sees not merely different ways of brewing coffee but a timeline of changing lifestyles. The newer machines may offer convenience and speed, yet they cannot replicate the sense of continuity embodied by the old filter. It has survived changing fashions, evolving technologies, and decades of daily life, remaining a faithful companion through it all.

For our family, its significance extends far beyond coffee. It is a tangible link to my father, a reminder of his tastes, habits, and the simple pleasures he enjoyed. Every morning brew carries with it memories of him and of a time when possessions were chosen carefully and kept for a lifetime.

The old South Indian coffee filter continues to serve its original purpose, but it also does something more profound. It preserves history, not the grand history found in books, but the quiet history of a family, lovingly remembered. 

A Summer Without Relief

 

The concrete glows beneath a heavy glare,

A breathless heat is hanging in the air.

May’s final days are burning fierce and bright,

With no relief to cool the stifling night.

​In summers past, a sudden cloud would form,

A brief, chaotic, beautiful-mad storm.

The dust would settle as the raindrops fell,

Breaking the season’s suffocating spell.

​But now, the June horizon whispers near,

And still, the stubborn skies remain too clear.

The storm clouds gather, but they drift away,

To bless some distant land, but not today.

Quest for the hidden bloom!

 

A dash of white, a secret prize,

Hidden well from searching eyes.

Beneath a leaf of emerald green,

The shyest flower was barely seen.

​Atharv and Avyaansh began their quest,

To find the bloom at its hidden best.

Though the garden path was long and wide,

They found where the lovely flower hides.

​It brought a smile to every face,

Tucked away in its leafy space.

A tiny treasure, soft and bright,

Turning their hunt into pure delight.

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Sharing the Joy of Our Wedding Anniversary 2026, With Love

 

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

On this day of gentle remembrance,

When love first found its voice in us,

We stand again,

Not at the beginning,

But further along the path we chose together.

Beneath one quiet umbrella,

Tilted just a little more toward you,

Is a promise unspoken yet always kept,

That your comfort is my care,

Your smile, my shelter from every storm.

The rain may fall in restless rhythms,

Sometimes soft, sometimes fierce,

Yet we walk on,

Hand in hand, step by step,

Trusting not the weather,

But each other.

Around us, the world bursts into colour,

Golden hopes, crimson courage,

Green whispers of renewal,

And skies that clear when we least expect.

We shall see them all,

Through tears and laughter alike.

If shadows lengthen,

We shall be each other’s light.

If roads grow uncertain,

We shall be each other’s way.

And if storms gather unannounced,

We shall not turn back,

For we have learned,

That love is not the absence of rain,

But the strength to walk through it together.

From dawn’s tender glow,

Into the fullness of day,

We move forward,

With faith as our compass,

Hope as our horizon,

And care as our quiet, constant guide.

May our steps never falter in doubt,

Nor our hearts in trust.

May we always find warmth,

In the nearness of one another.

And may every season we pass through,

Leave us richer in love,

Than the one before.

For in all weathers,

In all colours of life,

We are,

And shall always be,

Together. 

A Symphony of Flavours - My Colourful Salad Story!

 

Cooking is often described as an art, but occasionally, it transforms into something more, something poetic. This colorful salad I prepared recently was exactly that, because of the several ingredients I used. It became a composition of flavours, colours, textures, and aromas that came together like a well-written verse on a plate.

What made this salad truly special was the way it was enjoyed, relished leisurely in bits and pieces, each mouthful offering a different blend and a new experience. It wasn’t just food; it was an exploration of flavours, a joyful culinary journey shared and savoured.

The base was a medley of fresh vegetables - Garlic, Green Chilies, Onions, Carrots, Zucchini (green and yellow), Peppers (green, red, and yellow), Cherry Tomatoes, Mushrooms, and Long Green Sprouts. Stir-fried lightly with a touch of Cajun Spice and blended with the richness of creamy and tangy Chipotle Southwest Dressing, this vegetable ensemble was set aside for those who preferred a purely vegetarian delight.

For the non-vegetarians, the same vibrant base was elevated further with chunks of Chicken Cheese–Chilli Sausages, Pulled Smoked Chicken, Bacon Bits, and an extra drizzle of Chipotle Dressing. The result was a dish that carried both the freshness of the garden and the depth of smoky, savory indulgence.

On the side, crisp Iceberg Lettuce offered a cooling counterpoint, a refreshing bite that balanced the warmth of spices and the richness of meats.

This was truly a feast for the eyes, enjoyed and relished leisurely in bits and pieces, with each mouthful offering a different combination of tastes.