Here’s a story of a man and a train…“Krishna mama, as we knew him, was a thin man of medium height with a dome-like bald head, face filled with lines, less than ordinary features and to cap it all, he was lame and his eyes blinked constantly. He lived in the crowded Matunga market area. P.R.Viswanathan weaves a touching story. Read on.
P.R.Viswanathan speaks to his little grandson. The outcome – a beautiful and heartfelt poem. Read on.
It’s the Mother who does the talking here, about her own children and those who came to her and became her own. She tells you she is a Kaleidoscope, one with colourful little pieces that come together to form beautiful patterns. P.R.Viswanathan mixes prose and poetry to talk about the greatness of his motherland, India, tracing her journey over centuries.
They are masters. They are craftsmen. Each one of them, a genius. P.R.Viswanathan pays a tribute to his favourite and some of the best-ever writers and the writing/characters that they have created.
Some people that you meet tend to leave unforgettable impressions in your mind for years together. We wouldn’t say more and let P.R.Viswanathan do all the talking with his words!
P.R.Viswanathan pays a perfect tribute to the roles he has enjoyed and admired in Indian cinema. Watch him pick out characters he loves and rebuild the scenes in front of your eyes. The movies he has chosen span decades and in a way belong to different seasons of cinema!
A dad who loves food visits his daughter in Singapore, only to find his health-conscious offspring cooking and serving food in a way he least expected, much to his dismay. Here’s a humourous account of his experience in P.R.Viswanathan’s words.
Set in Bombay, ‘The Doctor’s Word’, is the story of Dr. Ramaswamy, a big man with a big heart – a doctor whose golden words meant so much to many people. Whatever the problem – he would say ‘nothing wrong, man’ – words that had the magical power of healing. P.R.Viswanathan tells you the doctor’s story through Vishnu. Read on.
A sparsely dressed man, who was shunned as a beggar by some but regarded with a strange respect by many; He was a different personality altogether – for one, he invited food to come to him; secondly his appearance and worldly knowledge were shockingly contradictory. For all the spark he carried, one fine day, he fizzled out, learns P.R.Viswanathan. Here, he shares the memories of SV, the different man who roamed about in Matunga, Bombay.