The story of my experiments with Truth

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

312312

A school memory pops out of my amygdala.

Lil Sweety is in the 10th std. Unit test exam. Subject – English.

She receives a measly 0.5 marks for one particular 5 mark question. She anxiously goes through her whole answer and finds no fault with it. She approaches the teacher, proffers her answer sheet and politely enquires what went wrong with her answer.

Bruce-lee-300x275

The teacher peruses the answer once and jabs a triumphant thumb at the second sentence. “You wrote M.K Gandhi instead of Gandhiji.”

Sweety blinks in puzzlement and tries to establish her point. “Madam, M.K Gandhi is the same person as Gandhiji.”

“I know.” The teacher snaps. “But you cannot write M.K Gandhi. It’s insulting to the Father of the Nation.”

Sweety is even more perplexed. ”Why should he get insulted by his own name?”

“You wouldn’t understand. Don’t repeat the mistake next time.”

“Is there anything else wrong with my answer?”

“No.”

Finis. Sweety’s marks stay stubbornly steady at 0.5 out of 5.0

Needless to say, that is the end of her experiments with Truth. Since lil Sweety is not convinced by the teacher’s reasoning or reply, she decides that the best solution to this problem is to keep the entire M.K Gandhi chapter as optional.  Not just for the Final exam, but Forever. anonymous-black-bw-mask-reason-truth

P.S– It’s a true story from her childhood. Sweety is now grown up (relatively) but she remains as baffled as ever. What crime did she commit?

What would you do if you were lil Sweety? What would you do if you were the teacher?

MK Gandhi

Your grass is greener than of Brangelina , Hrithssane, Deppamber

Tags

, , , , , , , , , ,

Rejoice. Count your blessings. Discover paradise.

The avalanche of celebrity breakups is a boon in disguise for us. Of course, it’s ghoulish to prey upon celebrity divorces. It’s perverse to spit into their crystal palace – or pee into their goldfish bowl.  It’s demoniac to relish their ugly skeletons. It’s voyeuristic,  it’s parasitic. It’s –

– cathartic. Liberating. Introspective. Epiphanic.

You see that millionaire Adonis with the killer dance moves & a billion drooling fans? Well, his wife is all smiles as she celebrates escape from his gilded cage.

See that gal whose taut globes are the envy of the globe; who has fame & wealth firmly scissored between her equally taut calves? Well, her husband is straining at the leash & frothing at the mouth.

why-the-grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side

Continue reading

Book review: Silent realities by Ranjan Kaul

Tags

, , , ,

A cluster of 10 stories tilting between the real and unreal, with myriad characters in an ever changing multilayered society. The range captures the frailties, moods and impulses of human behavior.

That’s what the gist of the blurb says. I agree in part.

4 stories impressed me, namely Lallan, The Slap, The Nest and Touch. These should’ve been placed at the beginning of the collection to hook the readers, instead of inserting them midways and towards the end.

Lallan & The Nest have a parallel between the human-animal world that explores human psyche well and throws up believable, relatable characters. Slap & Touch have a mellow tone and an unhurried pace Continue reading

Book review: 03:02 by Mainak Dhar

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

Twitter review: When Indian civilian Davids take on a Goliath Daesh …

Story & setting: Aadi is poised pretty on the corporate ladder, when his world gets nuked into darkness by a terrorist attack. Out of a desperate survival instinct, he & his community carve out a collective defense system, which soon snowballs into an aggressive counterattack upon the insurgents.

Aadi gets to re-live his long cherished dream to join the military instead of the corporate world. The crisis allows him to flex muscles, engage in mental games with the enemy as also delegate jobs to unlikely & untrained candidates including security guard, maid, autodriver, gardener etc. In the process, he rediscovers a soldier-leader within himself who relishes and thrives on the leadership Continue reading

Krishn’s third mother

Tags

, , , , , ,

It’s often said ‘’ A child gives birth to a mother.’’ Indeed he did.

Krishn’s third mother is Putana – the demoness who was Kamsa’s emissary of death. The ogress who had a single mission – to poison baby Krishn. Her easiest access was to breastfeed him poison.

The action of matrutva, that one act of motherly love elevated her to a Matrika. Putana stands shoulder to shoulder with the uterine rights of Devaki and the tender rights of Yashoda.

A symbol, perhaps, that there’s always scope for reform.

He did say that a soul gets rebirth and another chance at redemption.

putana krishn

Janm (birth) ashtami