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  • To use or not to use the public transport?– a plinky prompt

    If public transport is available around my house would I use it? Asks plinky. Yes I do. Since the buses are convienient right from house to the workplace. In addition to my timmings being off the rush hour I get to sit. Without the stress of driving. I love travelling by the ferry trawllers too,…

  • Do I Believe in fate?– a Plinky Prompt.

    Do I believe in fate? The dictionary says fate is • Something unavoidable that befalls a person. • The universal principle or ultimate agency by which the order of thins is presumably prescribed. The decreed cause of events. • Which is inevitably predetermined? • A prophetic declaration of what must be. Death, destruction or ruins.…

  • List of stolen property

    “I would like to make a toast to lying, stealing, cheating and drinking. If you’re going to lie, lie for a friend. If you’re going to steal, steal a heart. If your going to cheat, cheat death. And if you’re going to drink, drink with me.”

  • Broadcasting….

    Do I ever listen to Radio anymore? Asks Plinky. Of course Not voluntarily, but out of compulsion as my husband has tuned in to FM radio. We get some channels called RadioMirchi and 98.something FM. They have idiotic RJ’s presenting cacophony passed off as music. Radio news is only bearable since there are no visuals…

  • Vote out

    I never vote for anyone. I always vote against. W. C. Fields Will I vote this year?When did I last vote? asks Plinky Last Tuesday at the Toastmaster’s to elect the best speaker, evaluator and so on. But we are talking of the political electoral then its ages since I did vote. For us in…

  • the first day of spring.

    When winsome westerly winds caress comely creeping cloves As bumblebees’ buzz-buzzing and cuckoos’ coo-cooing resound in huts, in coves, in groves, In springtime, the sensual season so langorously long for forlorn lovers, Krishna strays and plays, my friend, dancing with young girls. The poem by the Sanskrit poet Jayadeva, describes Krishna in spring. Spring the…

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