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Beete Lamhe...

As we step into the new year, here’s a quick personal recap of the highlights in the decades gone by… 1985 – Graced the Rathi household on July 23rd; made this planet a better place.1987 – Joined the Abhinava fraternity as an entrant in Mini kg. (Can’t remember much about this phase, but my report cards and pictures look adorable, so I was obviously a wonder child.)1991 – Enrolled in the first standard at Abhinava Primary School in June. Started the Academic Excellence award-winning series, and went on to stand first (or next to first) in class every year until Std 7. Did not win the scholarships in std 4 and 7 though, and felt quite depressed, but did become Head Prefect in std 7 to close primary school years with a bang. Fairly morose times now and then, but overall a pleasant phase.1998 – High school years, quite merry. Started discovering myself. Learnt a little German, and started cycling to school. 2000 – My first trip abroad ever, courtesy Abba-Ammi. Visited Africa and enjoyed …

Jingle Bell Time!!

Season’s greetings!!Those of you who’re painting the town, country and world red by vacationing around the globe… I envy you.Those of you who’re stuck here like me, voluntarily or involuntarily… Get a life!! LOL. Just kidding. Christmas, to me, means holidays and Santa Claus. Of course, I enjoy looking at the decorations that people put up, and I relish the snacks and sweets that signal a festival. But, I never really dug deep into the culture and traditions. Here’s some trivia for you and me! Hope you enjoy reading it!I was wondering what "The Twelve Days of Christmas" meant. I kinda knew it was a song, a Christmas carol, in fact, but I did not know what it stood for. While the English carol enumerates a series of increasingly grand gifts given on each of the twelve days of Christmas, the actual 12 days of Christmas is the period between Dec 25 and Jan 5, and this period is also known as Christmastide and Twelvetide. These twelve days and nights are celebrated in widely v…

YOU... El Perfecto

Perfect men don’t exist… or so everyone says.It’s true that people appear perfect when you know them a little, and then once you get closer, their flaws and vices seem enormous and unbearable. So much so that you wonder how and why you’d found that individual “tested and ok” just for you… “Tujhe zameen pe bulaya gaya hai mere liye” types…It’s happened to me. Being charmed and then disenchanted. It happens to everybody. That’s what makes us human, the ability to feel different things for the same person at different times. But you…You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever known. It’s amazing to know you.I would be lying if I said that you’ve got it all – mindblowing genius, stunning looks, great pedigree, all the success, luxuries and money in the world. But your attractiveness, simplicity, honesty, humour, sensitivity, capability and decency more than make up for what’s not excellent. When you smile, your eyes glistening with mirth like an innocent child, I forget everything that is…

Read-a-holic Bliss

“I never asked her to. I expected her to do it on her own. I wanted her to make that decision without my prompting her. When she didn’t, I was hurt and even angry with her. It is only now that I realise how foolish I was. I never told her how much I needed her. It seemed like admitting to a weakness. My face can wear any emotion except that of a needy man.”

Thus ends a spectacular journey, Anita Nair’s “Mistress”Can’t keep myself from sharing some more lines that held me spellbound…“There is nothing wrong in making a mistake and admitting it. But it is unpardonable to continue making that mistake.”“If he can live with himself, who am I to condemn what he’s doing?”“What can I say to make you feel better? Perhaps it is best that I don’t make you feel better. If you are angry, you will hurt less.”

For those of you who’d like to savor some more “Mistress”-isms, click here.
The impressive lines that strike a chord are posted, to read and to enjoy…


Reading is such a beautiful thing. It whisks …

And now when I know why...

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I stood there in the rain. Waiting for you.You never came.With my every raindrop, I could sense increasing panic.
Where were you?
Were you all right?
Did you lose your way?
Would you come late as usual?The shower brought anxiety, but no answers.As the breeze ruffled the lace on my dress, I thought about how defiant you had seemed when I spoke about us ending this relationship. Our families would never agree to the union, I’d said, it was futile. You looked at me, willing me to take back my words. I didn’t. And you vowed to make me yours no matter what happened.Secretly, I rejoiced. Your passion and need for me made me feel wanted and prized. Special beyond my wildest dreams. But outwardly, I just stared into your deep brown eyes and sighed. It was going to be one hell of a struggle. “We’ll win, don’t you worry, my sunshine”, you said calmly.Just as calmly as I’d packed my haversack this evening.I couldn’t say we hadn’t tried. We’d both done our best. But then, I already knew it was not go…