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I can’t claim what I am writing here is perfect & ultimate. This is something from what I heard, seen, felt, thought & understood in my life. Only I can say that the resemblance of any character or incident is co-incidental. My writings are based on the fiction of my mind and not related to anyone.

I can’t claim what I am writing here is perfect and ultimate. This is something from what I heard, seen, felt, thought and understood in my life. Only I can say that the resemblance of any character or incident is co-incidental. My writings are based on the fiction of my mind and not related to anyone.
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Thursday, December 16, 2010

Lonely Hearts


Kamini you still come to this café. Nothing seems to have changed.
Yes…few things will never change in life. Do you remember how much time we spend here chatting on various matters?
Yeah….Puraane dinaanu kaun bhul sakda hei  (who can forget all those days?).
I brought your Mooli ka paratha …have it now.
You have not changed at all Kamini
Huh….hope I could………
Why don’t you marry Kamini ?

Monday, November 15, 2010

STOP IT !!!!



Indian made miracle in world medical history.  Breaking News. Two rupees…only two rupees….Today’s hot news.
Why is this news paper boy shouting and bursting eardrums? It seems the media has got hold of some sensational scoop.  Maybe a big blunder like someone invented petrol from the water.  Now a day people adopt many shortcuts to get publicity.
Good Morning sir….
Good morning….
Do you know sir?
What?

Monday, November 1, 2010

MourN

My father told me about the demise of Prabhakar. I had just returned from a long trip. He was my neighbor and was my senior during my school days. A good human being Prabhakar was a civil servant and was working in other city. He was also a leader of some Employees Union. Father told me to visit his house. When I reached there, there was already a crowd waiting for the dead body. It will take some time for the dead body to reach.  I decided to wait as I did not have any important work at home.

The house was full of people. Prabhakar’s family is big and well known in our area.  He was the only son to his parents. I looked around and spotted Mani Shankar, one of prabhakar's uncles sitting. Mani Shankar was a retired Army officer. Other than visiting the military canteen & the pensioner’s club once in a month, his main past time was to question each and every irregularity and odds of the society and the system. He fought against red tape bureaucracy in all government departments. He had even filed several Public Interest Litigation (PIL) in court to regulate the system and its people. He did not believe in taking the help of middle men called “Advocates” in these proceedings. It was part of his policy and was an economical decision too. In this way he was famous in the locality. Visiting the court was his passion and routine too. There was a rumor making the rounds that he would visit the court even on Sundays and holidays too just to make sure that the court was really not working on those days.