So, yesterday Khushwant Singh decided to leave us for
heavenly abode. The man just fell short of a year
before making it as a centenarian but as the cliché goes he will live with us through
his stories, jokes, his tenure with The Illustrated Weekly of India and much
more. I remember the first time I read him, it was Karma, it was some 10 years ago and I read it again tomorrow. It wasn't
a tribute but I just felt an urgency to read the story.
And from the obituary articles in TOI and MM, I not only learned a lot of things about him but also learned one thing from him- to reply every mail. Not to spare the hate-mails either.
So disciplined and earthy yet so rich with his thought and actions. The dirty old man, as he liked to be called, did live a life extraordinary. RIP.
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Elections are accelerating the TRPs of the news channels, the conjectures of the missing Malaysian plane are making waves everywhere but nothing can beat India-Pakistan match which is on air right now. Everybody is glued to their idiot-flat screens. Missing my evening dose of Mahabharat.
*Fingers crossed for India*
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Speaking of conjectures, people have been concluding many reasons for why I have stopped playing Holi. I have 4-5 reasons always lined up, none of which are false, they all contributed to my decision of giving up playing with colors. And I lay these reasons before them and they choose their favorite…some lecture me how I'm missing on the fun of life, some say they relate with me.
Am I going to be a boring person on every Holi-purnima? No, give me organic colors, all my friends and a promise to not to waste water and I'm game. Till then, I'll enjoy feasting during this festival day.
And from the obituary articles in TOI and MM, I not only learned a lot of things about him but also learned one thing from him- to reply every mail. Not to spare the hate-mails either.
So disciplined and earthy yet so rich with his thought and actions. The dirty old man, as he liked to be called, did live a life extraordinary. RIP.
*****
Elections are accelerating the TRPs of the news channels, the conjectures of the missing Malaysian plane are making waves everywhere but nothing can beat India-Pakistan match which is on air right now. Everybody is glued to their idiot-flat screens. Missing my evening dose of Mahabharat.
*Fingers crossed for India*
*****
Speaking of conjectures, people have been concluding many reasons for why I have stopped playing Holi. I have 4-5 reasons always lined up, none of which are false, they all contributed to my decision of giving up playing with colors. And I lay these reasons before them and they choose their favorite…some lecture me how I'm missing on the fun of life, some say they relate with me.
Am I going to be a boring person on every Holi-purnima? No, give me organic colors, all my friends and a promise to not to waste water and I'm game. Till then, I'll enjoy feasting during this festival day.
Mom made these samosas on the eve of Holi…they were yummylicious...too bad you can only have a look at the pic.
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| Mom holding it for the camera moment |
