About Kainths And Kheeras
…..this post is in continuation of the post titles “Walking To The School” Nettles- Stinging Plant I remember one tree on this path somewhere further up from the point where the stairs leading to the police lines joined it. It was a Kainth tree. I am sure, even today the advanced Google search engines can’t…
Read MoreFarts, Varts and Funny Sounds- Remembering Childhood
Farts, Varts and Funny Sounds The simplest sound can be made by snapping your fingers but you can make funnier sounds in many ways. All this needs a lot of practice and causes much irritation to fellow inhabitants of the house. I learnt some but my achievements as always were ordinary and frankly I could…
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*****SHAPING THE IDEAS–PART 3*****
*****SHAPING THE IDEAS–PART 3***** Facebook is one of the lousy platform for posting articles. I wonder how it became so popular. I was trying to include here the links to the previous parts but I am sorry to say that doing that just confuses their software which makes garbage of the whole article. So…
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*******A Picnic At Kregnaino********
*******A picnic at Kregnaino******** When I was in school, picnics were a part of routine activity. I am not sure if the present-day children know the meaning of this word, but to us, it used to bring an immense thrill. It was customary for the school administrations to take the children to picnics at least…
Read MorePrem and Prem Leela
Prem and Prem Leela In childhood, the truth value of any news or any piece of information cannot be suspected. You will jump out of your chair if I tell you what all I learnt about..sex (what else??) during these informative exchanges. There was no other source, no TV, no internet. Every little bit of…
Read MoreAbout NADAs and Izrar Bunds
About NADAs and Izrar Bunds Why is it that thoughts on Nada just don’t stop coming to me? Is it a symptom of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder? Nah! You can’t call it that unless I keep tying and untying the Nada of my Pajamas repeatedly. Am I a “Nadaphile” then? Hahaha, or I am just a borderline…
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