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Thursday, January 30, 2020
It's World Class!
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
A Blind Date with Art!
Travel
is a not a dessert, it is the proper meal. I mean it is not optional; it is
something I cannot just do without! Travel opens mind and takes to a world you
had only imagined. It is that bridge that joins dreams and reality. To travel
to familiar places like that to relatives, acquaintances and friends does not
really give something to write home about. So, what makes a travel special? It
is definitely the suddenness of the trip and novelty of the place that makes it
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| The Last Supper (1520) |
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| David (1501-1504) |
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| The Doge's Palace |
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Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
We will meet
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
YE SHADI KYON NAHIN HO SAKTI????
While discussing random things with one of my close friends, we were struck on a point that got us into a thinking mode. We really could not find an exact explanation for it.

We Indians are world famous for adapting to changes and moving on with life. Although our crisis management system literally sucks big time, still we have that spirit to keep the show going on and on. We adapt beautifully to the culture and the customs of other countries. We have inbuilt shock absorbers, whenever we have to adapt to something new. We quickly adapt to a new country, tastes, habits, customs and climate, we are willing to mould our generations according to that place and honestly that’s commendable. But the point is, while we are so very good at welcoming change, why do we detest inter-caste, inter-region and inter-religion marriages within our own country? NRI show off their foreigner wives like a gold medal, but why do we hesitate in supporting inter-region or inter-caste couples who want to marry?

We still kill lovers in the name of honor just because they eloped to get married but suddenly get selective dementia and heartily welcome a bahu (daughter-in-law) from a free and forward western society. We use, ‘jati’, ‘gotra’, ‘nakshatras’ and all that jargon for denying approval to a girl from another region but same religion or vice versa. I have seen ladies cribbing about how they are living on antidepressants, for their bahus come from other regions of
One of my distant cousins married an American girl years ago but still their whole family is so proud of this fact as if their son has got a noble prize. The very same family treats another bahu from different Indian caste as a complete outsider. That is indeed sad.
Why do we still bow down to gori chamdi?????
Monday, November 30, 2009
I miss you :(

I stare at you with goggle eyes
Your guts, courage and zest towards life
You smile at me with twinkling eyes
I try to hold your hand that slowly fades
What remains are our moist memories
Like moon in the clouds you come and disappear
Although like a star you shine even in the darkest of the nights
Your memories are as precious as you are
For they still light up my paths
You set me free like wind unleashed
But still I hold on to you for you only rule my thoughts
As I take next step with an aching heart
You come again and hug me tight
That jolts me and I awake to this real world
Where you are just another memory for all
But I still need your hand even to stand let alone walk.........






