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Parenting Pearls of wisdom – I

Ram and Shyam walked in their home, arguing all the way. They both were accusing each other of something and were cursing. Their mom, hearing this, called them both to the veranda. Mom : Why are you fighting? Shyam : He lied to me. He said he didn’t take the chocolate from that village guy,… Continue reading Parenting Pearls of wisdom – I


They say only they can break you, whom you choose to love the most.

The only time I ever cried in public, when I didn’t care how much sound I was making and how much scene I was creating, was in the first year of my college. My father was working in Dubai then, and I was in South India, studying engineering. My mother and my sister used to… Continue reading They say only they can break you, whom you choose to love the most.


The teacher I still remember.

My childhood teachers were mostly either ignorant of their students, or too violent with them. To add to it, was the constant pressure of parents to please the teachers and claim good grades. Hence, after being trashed by several teachers, many times without doing anything wrong specifically, my child brain had concluded that there must… Continue reading The teacher I still remember.

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I won’t be an engineer now.

A lad just cleared 10th board exams in India.  Probably around 16 years old, he didn't have any concrete visions or ambitions till then. In he walks the living room, ready to have his breakfast, when his dad ask him this question: "Son, now you will enter 11th class.  It's time to decide your career. … Continue reading I won’t be an engineer now.

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The soul satisfying Friday night!

It was a Friday night and it had been a long week. So we friends were at my place, smoking up and chit chatting. Around 2 am we ran out of fags. There was a place on highway which was open throughout the night for a higher price on each fag, me and my friend… Continue reading The soul satisfying Friday night!

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A great Indian love story

Imagine India. Imagine 1970s. The eastman color era. Love was a taboo then, pre-marital sex an offense to say the least. There was this girl studying in a very prestigious university, doing her master's. Being the second of 3 daughter's to an army officer, she was high and stable headed; primary focus: studies. The marriage… Continue reading A great Indian love story

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Is India changing?

Yes, indeed. I was dropping my mom to the Pune Lohegaon airport one night with my friend, Zia. On the way back, we stopped at a paan-shop opposite Symbiosis College, Lohegaon and Zia being a Banarasi, couldn't resist a pan. The guy making the pan was around 21 years of age. I was speaking in… Continue reading Is India changing?