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After a long time, I met my doctor friend of 15 years. He is getting married soon, so obviously it also became our topic of discussion. When I asked him about the girl, he told me she is also a doctor. And? And she is a good girl. And? Well, I hope she would have the same passions that I do, but I don’t know what she likes.I knew someday this good friend of mine would end up marrying a doctor girl. His parents always wanted that, as if he is going to bring home a clinic, not a wife. Or perhaps, two doctors will give birth to a doctor baby. Or perhaps, they will have more topics to discuss at home, like new medicines, new procedures, new cases, new patients. Life would be fun.Now before I p...
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  September 6, 2015, 8:48 pm
He was my best friend in the university, and he was simply the best. Most of the days we would travel to our respective Delhi University colleges together, which was some 20 kms from our homes. Many a times we would make the return journey together too. With him, I felt as if my introvert personality had found peace with another introvert personality. I wanted our friendship to be forever, but then, all wishes don’t come true.My friend, this extremely intelligent but very shy boy, was hiding a secret. I still don’t know how he managed to keep it hidden from me, but nevertheless, he did. When it was time for him to let it out of the bag, he developed cold feet. Our friendship bro...
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  May 12, 2015, 9:14 am
After a very long time, I took out my old bicycle from a dusty corner of the house. The tyres had got cut from places, the pink colour was hardly visible, the brakes were not in working condition. I had to take it four storeys down to the road and I struggled with that. I had no stamina and eventually gave up on the third floor itself. Embarrassed, I called for help and someone came to lift my bicycle.Thankfully, I had exhausted my energy, but not my will. Once on the road, I somehow managed to drag the bicycle for almost a kilometre to the repairing shop. The man over there asked for a hefty amount but promised to make it new. A few hours and ten cups of tea later, my old bicycle was like i...
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  February 23, 2014, 10:31 pm
On 6th December 1992, I was in Lucknow. About five years old then, I was a toddler unaware of the tension prevailing in the city of my birth. One of my next-door neighbours was a Hindu, another a Muslim. So it's hardly a surprise that the air had a whiff of what was happening some 130 kms away, in Ayodhya.We were in the safety of our homes, and it's only after these twenty-odd years that my mother has told me what were the scenes like in our locality. After Doordarshan aired those horrifying visuals of karsevaks bringing down the Babri Masjid, my Hindu neighbours had a small hush-hush celebration at their home. My Muslim neighbours did not step out of their home for a few days.It might ...
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  October 27, 2013, 10:36 pm
For a long time, I was a Muslim on papers. Due to an error in my driving license, I had become Poorva Khan. I didn't mind. My parents are secular to the core, so we did not take the pain of getting it changed too... until I started suffering.After I secured this Muslim driving license, my PAN card, my car loan, my phone connection, everything took so long that I gave up hope. I thought that's how it happens in India. But I did not know that that's how it happens with the Muslims in India. And this realization dawned upon me at the Bengaluru International Airport.I look like a normal girl, just like your next-door neighbour's daughter. But if you are a normal Muslim girl, you are not nor...
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  August 18, 2013, 11:44 am
These type of people are present everywhere... during a boardroom meeting, at resident welfare association meetings, interfering in your conversations, poking their nose into your personal stuff, etc etc... they are there. They are everywhere. And they don't understand that they are not required anywhere.They don't know a shit about what you are talking. They just know which person is THE man they must impress. Mind you, they are very good at that, at this impressing thing. In fact, howsoever intelligent you may be, you can never ever be as good them.So what is the strategy of these people? They take this THE man's side in everything. And how do they do it? They repeat the words of this man,...
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  August 16, 2013, 11:35 pm
Back home in Delhi, my neighbour aunty always used to boast about the perfect family that her father had raised. He had two happily married daughters and a son. The family's Diwali used to last for at least three days, and same was the case with Holi. Five years ago, the children had celebrated their parents' fifty-year anniversary with a lot of pomp and show. The celebrations were nothing short of grand, considering their middle-class background.In December last, my mother told me that aunty's father had been diagnosed with cancer. He had just a few weeks left. Doctors gave hope of some extra lifetime if he is immediately shifted to a cancer hospital. His total radiation and chemo expenses ...
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  April 3, 2013, 10:35 pm
I was a very aggressive person in school... they used to call me Hitler, and frankly speaking, I was quite proud of it. After I passed out, my friends told me that even my class teacher was scared of me. I still don't know the reason, because obviously, I never shouted at my teachers.College came, and I found myself a completely different person. Quiet, shy and everything that I was previously not. The difference was so stark that had my school friends and college friends met each other and discussed me, they would have been sure both were talking about a different person.Then started the office-office tales and my aggression came back, only to subside after a few years. I became calm, cool ...
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  March 26, 2013, 12:55 am
He used to work with us. A nice, calm and composed fellow. I never saw him shouting at anyone. His writing was clean and flawless, but his promos (or ads as you will understand them), were what took the pie. They were simply superb.When he left around two years ago, I saw it as a big loss to the team. There were no other emotions. Frankly speaking, I had a belief that like many others, he will end up a failure after leaving the job. He wanted to start his own small-time advertising agency. A year later, he came with an ad film for an oil company. Then he got some award, and went on a tour to Germany. Still, perhaps out of ego or jealousy, I didn’t call him a success.Yesterday, I met him ag...
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  January 26, 2013, 11:41 pm
I don't drink. Never have. As a kid, my parents always told me that drinking was bad. I grew up with that in my mind.It was the first time my boss was taking us out for dinner. At least that's what he had told us what it was. I was expecting paneer and rice and curry and what not. We all sat at a corner of Taj, Bengaluru. There were comfortable seats, but really small tables. I didn't know how I was going to eat. But I knew I'd manage.It started with drinks, and well, ended with them too. I said orange juice, and everyone stared at me. They ordered everything from wine to whiskey and scotch and beer and... blah blah blah. I didn't care about the names. I didn't know the difference. Still don...
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  December 11, 2012, 12:51 am
He was, no doubt, a handsome man. Tall, good looking, well spoken with a heavy Brit accent, a nice broad smile. He was neither fat nor fit. He was quite particular about the way he looked. I think he shaved everyday because I never saw him with even a slight beard. I guess he used to get his eyebrows thread too. His hair was never out of place.I never noticed him much till the time I noticed that he was noticing me a lot. Yes, he was way too much polite to me. He would make it a point to ask me everyday how I was. Depending on my mood, I would reply. But no matter how his mood was, his way of talking to me never became even slightly rude.It was his birthday in a week's time. He made it a poi...
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  October 19, 2012, 1:32 am
He was, no doubt, a handsome man. Tall, good looking, well spoken with a heavy Brit accent, a nice broad smile. He was neither fat nor fit. He was quite particular about the way he looked. I think he shaved everyday because I never saw him with even a slight beard. I guess he used to get his eyebrows thread too. His hair was never out of place.I never noticed him much till the time I noticed that he was noticing me a lot. Yes, he was way too much polite to me. He would make it a point to ask me everyday how I was. Depending on my mood, I would reply. But no matter how his mood was, his way of talking to me never became even slightly rude.It was his birthday in a week's time. He made it a poi...
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  October 19, 2012, 1:32 am
The other day I was searching for an Indian map on Google to put on my blog along with my last post. But what I saw made me feel bad. Very bad.I am not trying to boast, but I was quite good at drawing maps in school. My geography teacher would send in a message beforehand, instructing me to draw a huge map on the blackboard before class begins. I could even draw it blindfolded. But when I saw the Indian map on Google that day, I knew I could not draw it. In fact, I would never want to draw it.Try drawing that Indian map I was taught in school, and you will always, always start from that solid head we have... Jammu & Kashmir. But look at the Indian map now. The head is half gone... as if ...
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  October 4, 2012, 2:31 am
Gandhi divided India. He could have done something to ensure a smooth partition. The Kashmir problem is because of Gandhi.'Why don't you do a special feature on Gandhi for tonight's prime time?''Aah! It would be full of controversies, Poorva.'I fail to understand why people talk about Gandhi without knowing anything about him. Or why lately people have started calling him a controversial man, blaming him for all things bad that happened to our country during the 1940s' phase. I thought he was associated to freedom, to goodness, to peace. In fact, as a kid, he was my favourite after Buddha. He still is.When people around me started calling him names, I was hurt. I wanted to know who is wrong....
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  October 2, 2012, 3:46 am
'I hope I marry a man who is not so crazy about cricket,' I thought out aloud seeing my whole office stuck to the India v/s Australia T20.'Now that's a tough demand, Poorva. Such a man would be really hard to find,' one of my colleagues told me what I already knew.No dying people, no political scams, no tragedies mattered today... because the biggest tragedy and the most important news was India's pathetic performance.In my channel's newsroom, all the headlines were written in advance. The packages were ready. The shows were all set to go on air ten minutes before time! The reason was neither a sudden salary hike, nor the big boss' presence. Everyone wanted to get done with their work in ord...
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  September 29, 2012, 1:54 am
It’s been more than four years to this incident. I had just shifted to Bangalore and was experiencing a lot of pain in my legs. Nothing was helping so I finally decided to visit the doctor. He sat in a big room in one of Bangalore's most prestigious hospitals. The setting looked 5-starish. I had a feeling the doc was going to be awesome too.He patiently asked everything and jotted it down. At the end, he gave me a long list of tests I needed to get done. God! Was I so ill? He even gave me an offer to visit his friend's clinic for a good discount on those tests instead of getting them done at the hospital. He told me that the total after the discount would be somewhere around Rs 10,000.Seri...
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  September 23, 2012, 6:28 pm
I don't think Ganesha would be too happy with all of us... for polluting the rivers in his name. Year after year, putting POP down the lakes. Saying Ganpati Bappa Morya, and adding chemicals to the water-bodies.  He never asked for it. No God ever asked for it.Today I was walking down a road which has a huge Ganesha temple at the corner. The biggest rangoli I have ever seen, the most beautiful idol, that agarbatti smell, the garlands... and the devotees immersed in a BRAWL! One of them holding the other’s neck, shoving him to the temple wall, calling him names...Many a times I wonder if we actually fear God. We keep our phones on silent during a meeting with our boss, but attend c...
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  September 19, 2012, 2:53 am
It's not a big tanker. It's not a rickety local bus. It's not even a posh SUV. It's either a bicycle, an auto or a woman! If you have had the awesome experience of driving in Bangalore, then you know what I am talking about.The most painful people on this city's roads don't sit inside huge vehicles. They are on two feet or on two/three wheels. They are those who cannot hear a honk, they can't even hear three, four, five, ten honks. They don't care about the world around them. They know if some big four wheeler *&%^$ dares to touch them, he would be blamed. After all, it's always the fault of the big guy. The small ones can't be bullies. That's the thumb rule.T...
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  September 13, 2012, 12:42 pm
When they first brought me here, I was excited. I liked my new cage, my new home. I would get biryani almost every alternate day. The kids would come and play with me. Their mom would clean up my cage. Their granny, that fat woman who shouts at everyone, never shouted at me. They were happy. I was happy.I am the parrot that spends its days and nights in a cage that Poorva's landlords have kept. One day they took me to the terrace in my cage to play with, but after five minutes, they lost interest and got busy with themselves. It was then that I met someone.A pigeon was perched somewhere over there on the top. I could see she was about to lay eggs. She looked hungry. She had to build a...
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  September 8, 2012, 12:20 am
I hate it, simply hate it. How can government give everyone a license to open a college with pathetic standards of Mass Communication? And the result... these colleges produce 'journalists' of such poor standard that we want to hang our head in shame.Mass Comm was once considered a prestigious course which only a select few could crack after three-four grilling rounds. In my college itself, they selected only 28 out of the 2,500 who took the test that year. My parents would proudly claim that I am studying Mass Communication. But now it has become the course-next-door.Everyone is offering this 'in-fashion' course. But mind you, fashion only lasts a few seasons. If you buy all the dre...
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  September 6, 2012, 9:52 pm
Everyone loves to show off. In front of your boss, you want to be seen as the most hardworking employee, the best student in front of your teacher, the obedient son of your parents, the most handsome boyfriend etc etc. I had a teacher who wanted to be a hero in front of all the students and other teachers.It was the summer of 2004. Even at 8:15 am of an April morning, the heat was unbearable in Delhi. I was on duty during School Assembly, which precisely meant I had the mandate to check anyone's uniform and send that person to defaulter's line if he/she wasn't dressed properly.After checking the seniors, I would usually roam near the primary and pre-primary classes. It gave an inner peace th...
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  September 5, 2012, 5:34 pm
Please check on me tomorrow, because the secret I am going to let out now can have me murdered.I have this huge, bulky fella as my friend. I cannot reveal his name for reasons you will know once you finish reading. So I will only use pronouns while talking about him in this post.Now this friend of mine is such a giant that finding clothes (including undergarments) and shoes for him is a mammoth task... literally! His shoe size is somewhere near 15, his waist must be 42, height 5'9 and his weight keeps dangling from 125.5 kgs to 125.7 kgs.His dark complexion adds to his handsomeness. And to top it all, he has long hair, because he thinks he is a rockstar! His potbelly is the only thing on him...
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  September 4, 2012, 5:05 pm
Please check on me tomorrow, because the secret I am going to let out now can have me murdered.I have this huge, bulky fella as my friend. I cannot reveal his name for reasons you will know once you finish reading. So I will only use pronouns while talking about him in this post.Now this friend of mine is such a giant that finding clothes (including undergarments) and shoes for him is a mammoth task... literally! His shoe size is somewhere near 15, his waist must be 42, height 5'9 and his weight keeps dangling from 125.5 kgs to 125.7 kgs.His dark complexion adds to his handsomeness. And to top it all, he has long hair, because he thinks he is a rockstar! His potbelly is the only thing on him...
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  September 4, 2012, 5:05 pm
Two lovers went to the seashore and slit each other's throat. Wife with four husbands. Parents kill daughter for crying at nights. Nothing might look common in these three cases, but there is something which binds them together. Ask anyone in our newsroom, and pat would come the reply: THIS HAPPENS ONLY IN ANDHRA!The maximum number of jilted lovers, their acid attacks, weirdest and goriest ways of killing people, raktha charitra (bloodshed), failed marriages... one state in the country cannot have all this for no reason. Drink their hot rasam or eat their chilly chutney, and you will know why the Telugu blood is always boiling.Now have some lassi, sarson da saag & makke di roti. I know ...
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  September 1, 2012, 7:30 pm
One of my worst fears has been dancing in public. I just can’t do it. Even if I practise steps at home when nobody’s watching, I don’t know what happens to me in front of others in a party. I feel like the biggest loser. I look out for company in people who are standing at a corner like me. I grab a chair in the darkest corner possible and pretend to be a very interested spectator. I ensure I have a big smile on my face so that nobody thinks I am not dancing due to bad mood. In simple terms, I am scared... party dancing looks like my worst nightmare coming true. Many people have tried teaching me how to dance. Some ask me to fix a bulb, some say imagine you are in your school’s PT cl...
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  August 31, 2012, 7:00 pm
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