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  • A Park… to car-park!!

    Yesterday afternoon, I was returning from work, the normally comforting cool drive from Bamboli to the university quarters has been totally destructed with all the trees uprooted, and the excuse given is that it is development the roads are required to achieve international standard. As far as I can see we have been hosting the…

  • Hotwatah and deep kip. Don’t you know?

    Reborn each day with hot water There was CHAOS in my life, that is Can’t Have Anyone Over Syndrome. Then came the house-fairy, she weeded, prodded and brought me into routine. Hell with traditions and superstitions, but my housework happens in the evening at 6.30pm after I return from work. A warm cup of coffee…

  • Band Baaja –Bakwas

    Women’s day again. Last month I was in an auto travelling from Majestic Circle to Yediyur Lake, as we drove along we crossed a wedding hall where the floral decoration of the previous wedding was being taken out, and thrown on the roadside, this was being picked by rag pickers. Simultaneously decoration for the next…

  • Soured Mango man.

    With elections round the corner, We have not had any of the candidates visiting us for their sell myself call. If they do I have a list of 10 question whoever has the maximum response that match mine will get my franchise. But what really amazes me Good-Bad-Evil  Narendra Modi is seems to at the…

  • The woman’s magazine

    Woman….. Thank fully the anguish of listening to women on women, specially Fulbright scholars , who have lived in Delhi and somewhere in uncle sam’s land, or those  intellectual, activists  who did their work on Indian women from Harvard has dulled, the headache of listen to woe’s of the woman, waiting to be rescued by a magical wand…

  • Uir spyug friends.

    Somewhere a bird sings, its chant hang plaintive and melancholy fills in the still air… I think it’s a lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them you will hear its mate call back in a moment. The silent woods that…

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