I choose to be a bear

Bear for me!!

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This life I am a woman, next life I definitely choose to be a bear….

In this life I am a woman. In my next life I’d like to come back as a bear. When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for 6 months. I could deal with that. Before you hibernate, you eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.

When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake up partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.

If you’re a bear, your mate expects you to wake up growling. He expects you to will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup….gonna be a bear.

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Secret Agent

He had never been to a Chinese restaurant with a live band. It was amusing to see the singer. The song was a bad musical version of some old Chinese tale which most of the guests in the restaurant did not understand. But the singer intrigued him. She was obviously a made up Chinese and …

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Sorry Causes Headaches!

And headaches It does cause For every time One comes up I think I should applause For what does one do? With a word So hollow That it echoes In its own labyrinth And a series of un-truths Follow For if they meant What they said And they said What they meant Sorry would never …

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Jihad, Holy war or Trojan horse !

Stoic Prose

It’s been a long time since words like terrorism, bombings, jihad and infiltration were not part of the daily headlines. As we sift through words like jihad, al-Qaeda and ISIS in our daily dose of information, we expect news of bombings, suicide squads, gun-fire and destruction. It is almost as if these people have nothing else to do but to follow a chaotic agenda of spreading violence and terror.

I grew up with the legendary tales of Robin Hood, Asoka, Lord Ram, Akbar, and Shah Jahan and recited the poetry of Khayyam and Mirza Galibh. Their beautiful words had a resonating impact on me. I imagined them as a part of my ancestry. It never dawned or seemed important to me that Robin Hood was actually British, and that Akbar, whose chaste Urdu in times of grief and anger resembled my grandfather’s, did not even belong to me or my…

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Savour the Flavour of Kumaon

No, this is not a write-up about food! This is about Kumaoni – a musical language from the hills of Uttarakhand. A language that is slowly losing its identity due to migration of locals and very less written content available (even though the language is based on the Devanagari script). Folk tales in Kumaoni are …

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