Where’s My Gullak?

Remember as kids how much we loved receiving ‘ashirwad’ money? When the fifth cousin from Dad’s side would visit in what was a once-in-the-lifetime (or once-in-a-long-long-time, or why-do-I-even-care-how-long-a-time) family visit and hand us a rolled-up bank-note (or two, if they were feeling generous) with the customary tagline – beta, isse chocolate kharid lena (buy yourself a…

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Retail Therapy

Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Bling me up Coz I can’t think straight. Lace me up In Victoria’s secrets. Those flounces of silk Beckon; I seek refuge In those folds near-divine. I dole out the paper In return for the glam and shine. There’s a truckload of gunk On my wrinkly facade. It…

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Manufactured God

Once upon a time, glorious man ruled this world, Blessed he was with brains, beauty, knowledge & culture. Till throw away all his bounty he did, And enslave himself to his own creation sordid – Money. Now money determines what and where we read, Or if we’ll end up as bums on the street. Money…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #7: His Redemption + Fone Free Day

Fifteen years ago, a middle-aged couple’s home was broken in. The thief took away money, jewellery and a dysfunctional laptop. Two weeks later, that house had been put up for sale in the papers. Another two weeks later the thief found the couple staying with his own aunt as tenants, one of who was disabled and thus unable…

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