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Of hartal and weddings
The past few days have been hectic, due to my son’s impending wedding on April 28th. Lot of travel, involving preparations, invitations and other allied activities. Last week my wife and I were in Bangalore. I got a message from my friend aaking me when I would be reaching Trivandrum, the city of the wedding. I told her that we would be reaching on the 26th, 2 days before the wedding. After a…

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Balloon of Love
It was a time, when there were no social media platforms like FB, Whatsapp, Instagram,Twitter, YouTube or any such. In fact there were no mobile phones, smart or otherwise. Even landlines were rare, maybe there were one or two in each street. Everyone in the street, shared these numbers to all the relatives. Calls would come to this house, informing who they want to speak to and that they would…

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View from the ground
View from the ground
I am sitting in the balcony. My favourite spot for passing time. From where I am sitting, I see him down below going round in circles. He is a regular here. I have been seeing him since I was small. Back then I thought he was odd He was not like others I had seen. He was different. Or rather his head was oddly shaped. There was something protruding out from his head and flowing down to both side…

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Matrimony

My son has reached marriageable age. If you are wondering how I found out, relatives, friends, all and sundry have started asking me ‘eppo kalyana sappadu poda pora? (when are you going to give us a wedding feast?). As if the feast was the most important thing, that a young man’s happin freedo bachelorhood could be sacrificed for (let it be known that certain words were struck out for want…
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Riding into the sunset
Riding into the sunset
I will turn 58, this June. Time to retire as per my employment terms. Right from the day

2020 started my wife had been asking what our plans were post retirement and I would say ‘let us wait and see what life has in store for us. You will never know what surprises it will throw at you.’ I had promised that I would spell out what we would do by end March. Actually my company is in a flux for the…
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Grey Matter In exactly a weeks’ time, the great Indian tamasha would be over. The results, whichever way it goes, is not going to enthuse me.
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The game has started The quinquennial game has started. In right earnest. Of course sometimes the games are shortened due to foul play or referee’s invention.
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Am I an anti-national? I am happy. This is my 100th post. I have done it at an astounding speed of about 0.8 blogs/month.
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Why can’t she be like Chanda? It is usually when I am back from my morning walk, sitting and reading the newspaper with my morning cuppa that she barges in with, ‘hey, how is the security guard’s mother?’ She is referring to the security guard at my office, whose mother is afflicted with cancer and had been admitted in the hospital. 647 more words
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Who do we bank on? When I thought of writing on this, I didn’t mean to write on the bank scams, even though I was appalled at the way the perpetrators cocked a snook at the governmental agencies by refusing to cooperate with the investigations, saying they are in the middle of doing business or middle of massage or the older guy saying that he is in the middle of a CPR- cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
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Of Helmets and Condoms WARNING: You can look at the image on the right only if you are over 18 and by looking at it you admit that you are over 18.
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Listeners’ choice Geet: Hi, I am Geeta. Friends call me Geet. I am from Kerala. I have been living in Chennai for the last few months.
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Accident It was right after lunch. There was a knock on my cabin. Before I could answer, he barged in.
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Customer Care- Beware Every medical representative will have at least one story on how he had been shabbily treated. The most common being, to be made to wait for hours, till the last patient, the one with a rasping cough, has coughed up his fee and left, to be called inside the doctor’s cabin and to be told by the doctor that he remembers all of your products and that you need not have to remind him anything; just leave the samples and yes, could he have a few more bottles of the vitamin supplements, for his brother-in-law, please.
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Purple Rose
Somewhere in the middle of the night, he made love to her.
HE:
He woke up as the sunlight hit his face. He was confused. Was it a dream? Or was it for real? Then he saw her silhouetted against the window, as she drew the curtains aside. He still felt unsure of where he was. He was naked under the sheets. His head throbbed with a dull pain. He felt for it and realized that it was bandaged. So…
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What's in a name?!
What’s in a name?!

Who is that guy who said, ‘what’s in a name?’ I would like him to help some of my colleagues with linking their PAN and Aadhaar.
I was named Govind, without any controversy in the family since both my grand-fathers were Govinds (one was I N Govinda Menon and the other P Govinda Menon). Later when it was time to join me in school they registered me as P R Govind, the initials standing…
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The NN1 stories - part 1
The NN1 stories – part 1
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