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Musings6 min

Champi, Bhajans, and Aloo-Paranthas

......the curious mixture of warmth and pettiness, and velvet and lace that typifies Dilli of the predominantly Panju culture..... My childhood was martyred to a mother who never really bothered abou

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Musings5 min

That Puff of Smoke

Cigarettes no longer intimidate me with images of hellfire and damnation.... Cigarettes no longer intimidate me with images of hellfire and damnation that featured predominantly in my parents' homili

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Musings4 min

Serendipity on a 620

Serendipity on a 620 Had a great time ...... But the best part was the 11pm blue-line bus ride home with dad. Serendipity, I think has got to be the most beautiful word in the human language. Just

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Musings3 min

Memories of Rain

Memories of Rain The rains also licensed short skirts hitched high above the knees as we walked the dog or ran errands in our gumboots. I really looked forward to rainy schooldays when our white shir

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Musings2 min

The Divided Consciousness of Our Times

We all know that The Truth is out there, but the answers seldom come... Kamikaze- a type of Japanese pilot who flew suicide missions during World War-II. Footloose Kamikaze- a potent combination of

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Musings6 min

The Power of A Dog

“[if] There is sorrow enough in the natural way, / ”/ So why in heaven“[before we go there]/ should we give out hearts to a dog to tear?”... It was on a hot summer afternoon that a friend walked in w

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Musings5 min

The Myopic Eye of the Beholder

What really disturbs me is not so much the cultural stereotypes that beckon foreigners to the country as much as the internalising of such attitudes that sends Indians themselves to search for the “es

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Musings4 min

Yesterday Once More

Our family choir had very humble origins in nursery rhymes and in the din of the quacks and neighs and grunts in Old Mac Donald’s farm. Listening to the carpenters singing about the “old melodies” th

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