Vinita Sidhartha

Ripples Of Life and Time

Category: The Story of Kreeda

  • Finding my Drum

    Finding my Drum

    One of my grandmother’s iconic stories was about a naughty little monkey. The monkey was playing around one day and happened to stop at a place where a carpenter was working. Ever curious, he peeped down through the leaves of the tree to watch the carpenter. When the carpenter took a break for lunch, the…

  • There is a Vinita in the Office

    There is a Vinita in the Office

    My office moved and merged with my husband’s office. I struggled quite a bit. I had become used to working from home – the atmosphere, the ambience, it just suited me better. I could take breaks between jobs; I wandered out and sit in the garden for some time when I wanted to think. I…

  • Everyone Needs a Kick Now and Then

    Everyone Needs a Kick Now and Then

    My husband had been telling me to keep a closer watch on the day-to-day processes of the company but I had this habit of assuming things were OK.   I was horrified one day, when our old carpenter-painter Tamil came to me complaining that his bill had not been paid for three months. I was shocked because…

  • Living in a Fairy Tale

    Living in a Fairy Tale

    To me, managing Kreeda ought to have been a breeze. I imagined training a couple of people who would flit around the office, reply to orders, collect game pieces, count them out accurately, put them into the boxes and sell the games. Little did I realize; I was living in a fairy tale. If one…

  • The Yaanai and the Paanai (The Elephant and the Pot)

    The Yaanai and the Paanai (The Elephant and the Pot)

    My maternal grandmother used to tell the most incredible stories. She not only had the most fascinating and wonderful stories to tell, but she knew how to add energy to it and how to tell them the exact same way every time, giving us such a sense of comfort. Even today those words echo in…

  • It Takes All Sorts

    It Takes All Sorts

    Truly, it takes all sorts. It takes all sorts of people to make a world, takes all sorts of pieces to make a game. And behind every piece in our games, there is a person – one of our suppliers, each one with their own strengths, character, idiosyncrasies, pros, and cons. Many of them have…

  • Button, Button, Who’s Got my Button?

    It’s a game children used to play, where one person would hide a button and others would try to find it. I always thought buttons were very interesting. They come in all shapes, sizes and colours and most people don’t know that buttons are closely associated in my mind with the origins of Kreeda. When…

  • Kreeda Might Have Never Been!

    Kreeda Might Have Never Been!

    When I sit down and think about 20 years of Kreeda or when I am at an event watching people play and laugh and enjoy the games, when I hear people talk about the games, I always smile to myself because I know that somewhere it is fascinating to me that Kreeda has gone so far…

  • It all began with Akka!

    It all began with Akka!

    My grandmother was an incredible human being. She loved to cook, she loved to experiment. She was a traditionalist and a modernist. She loved fun and laughter and play, and yet, she had value systems that were traditional and anchored. She barely left the house except for a couple of family visits or a visit…

  • Where Do I Begin??

    Where Do I Begin??

    The King told the White Rabbit in the book Alice in Wonderland, “Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” He perhaps thought he was giving simple instructions. But where is the beginning? I think that is something that has puzzled people over the years. The iconic song from Love…