The Bagel Story

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Ok, this isn’t about the Bigul (adjacent picture) that is played during army parades, I’m talking about Bagels – the donut shaped bakery products hugely popular in Europe and America. Until today morning, I hadn’t eaten a bagel (I was a Bagel-virgin). I am generally fascinated by bakery products – cookies, muffins, cakes etc. There was this Bagel shop I…

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The perfume seller

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There is excessive [tag]economic disparity[/tag] in Mumbai. It is a known phenomenon but never did the reality hit me so hard than the other day. I was traveling in the second class compartment in a crowded [tag]local train[/tag]. Every now and then, a [tag]salesman[/tag] would board the compartment and advertise his wares. These salesmen have innovative strategies to attract the…

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Act unrestrained

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बाबा..! विमान..!! (Dad, look! a plane!!) A little girl exclaimed with enthusiasm as she pointed out a tiny airplane to her dad. She was standing at the window next to my seat in the suburban train, watching the plane gliding idly across the sky. The train was moving and the plane was fast disappearing out of her view. She started…

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You made my day

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6:40 am: I am late, as usual. I run around the house searching frantically for my socks while mom warns me not to leave without eating. Ugh,.. How much she insists on having breakfast. She knows my appetite well. After a lot of fuss, I get ready, hastily apply jam to my paratha (kind of an Indian bread) and run…

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The Ant and the Grasshopper

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Photo taken at Bhimashankar Temple In a field one summer’s day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart’s content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest. “Why not come and chat with me,” said the Grasshopper, “instead of toiling and moiling in that way?”…

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krying in the kompartment

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I was traveling to my office today afternoon. Being a Saturday, trains were comfortably empty and I was standing at the door. Standing next to me was a guy, probably in his late twenties, who boarded the train from Thane. From his dressing and accent, he sounded from some uptown Mumbai area. Poor guy… he was in tears and sobbing…

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