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Truth...and it's different faces

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Truth has many facets. At different times, we use a different side of it totally depending on the situation. The truth which has to be told Sometimes, the truth prevails over everything else and simply has to be told or you cannot rest in peace. The time when my Sadhana Maasi (name changed) told her husband that she simply couldn't carry on the facade of their marriage just for the sake of their kids. They have been married to different people since then and both are extremely happy and content with their lives now. Or even the time when I had to tell my parents that even though I had cleared the MBA entrance exam, I simply could not do the course because I wanted to be a writer.   The truth which is better untold But then there are times when it is best to keep the truth hidden. That doesn't mean it is a lie. It simply avoids a lot of heartbreak. This type of truth doesn’t harm anyone whether revealed or not. Like, when one of my turtles died, I tol

The butterfly poem

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If you love to read, you’ll read off anything

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  Let me tell you something. A true reader does not discriminate. She or he will only read. If you truly love to read, you will do it anywhere on whatever. Just as a poet can create a masterpiece on an ornate diary, with a key board or even on a tattered tissue paper, an avid reader is one who reads...on paperback, ebook, computer screen, TV screen, off a hoarding, catching the words on a moving bus, at a salon, in a dentist’s chair...readers read...no matter what...even an oily samosa wrapping will be reading material for person who loves to read. And I can vouch for that. I’ve been an avid reader all my life. And I’ve read on all mediums. From the good old paper backs, to ebooks, I’ve done it all. Reading it on paper vs reading on an ebook reader, it’s not made any difference to me at all in terms of quality of reading. The story won’t change, will it? I’ve downloaded PDFs on my computer to read, and converted Gutenberg files to make them compatible on my 2”by 2” phone

P.K. review: Here's why I won't see it again

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Some days, you wake up with a lot of optimism and excitement and you believe that something great is going to happen to you today. And then you wait for it to happen. Day turns into afternoon, and afternoon into night and you keep waiting. Nothing happens till the end of the day and you go to sleep, terribly let down. P.K. is something like that. You wait for those moments to come. And you wait and then you wait some more. But that spine tingling moment in the movie never comes. I'm a great fan of Raju  Hirani's movies and with no exception, all his movies up until now have repeat value. (I watched 3 Idiots three times in three days back to back in the movie theater). I won't give you a comprehensive review because it will mean that I will give away some plot points. So I'll just tell you about the movie in a nutshell. You can decide if you want to watch it or not. A slow start The first 20 minutes of the movie are so slow, I thought it would never pick up

If you want it...so be it

Sometime around January 2014, an Indian Court gave a rather strange judgement. Read about it here . In this, a Delhi Sessions Court judge ruled that premarital sex is “immoral” and against the “tenets of every religion.” According to his judgement, a woman, who has premarital sexual intercourse on the assurance of marriage, does so “at her own peril” and that “no religion in the world allows premarital sex.” A lot of upholders if the Hindu community nodded their head in utmost pleasure. But perhaps the Hindus of the ancient times may not have agreed with this judgement. If you have followed Mahabharata closely, you will have heard of the term Gandharva Vivaah. Ancient fathers allowed their daughters to select their grooms and stay with them for a certain period of time before deciding on whether they should bind themselves in holy matrimony. Old Hindu texts are full of instances of the Gandharva Vivaah. Why go back so far? The Muria Gond tribe of Uttar Pradesh are far more

Sometimes...all they need is love

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Laali and Whitey are two female strays who live outside our apartment complex. They have been there for a very long time. When we came to live here, they took an instant dislike to my lab Patch. And why not? He's male, he's three times their size and his stark white, large, pointy canines inside a pitch black face are horrifying enough to scare even the strongest heart that crosses my threshold. Of course, at the time, they did not know even a tiny kitten can scare my Patch and make him tremble. On that day, the day Laali and Whitey became friends with us, Patch was trying to say hello to a baby kitten under a car. Of course, misreading his intentions, the kitten slapped Patch squarely in the face...and instead of fighting back, Patch hid between my knees. All 35 kilos of him. And the next thing I knew is that suddenly, after two years of growling and gnarling, Laali and Whitey, became friends with us. They are the first creatures who come hopping to greet Patch and