My Musings

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 17 ; the seventeenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . 10:45 PM Tring Tring. “ Hello ??” “ Who ? Jappi ?? No, I am not Jappi, I am Arvind; sorry wrong number ” Tring Tring. “ Hello ? Sorry this is not Kattreguppa Junkyard, what? No we don’t buy or sell scrap metal ” “ Newspaper ?? " Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh , " you wanna sell it ? Hell , Ok I will pay you 10 rupees per Kg ok ? No, not a pie more than that, if you are Ok come to my shop Today evening ”  . Thank God this wasn't tough. Atlast I could ward him off. Let him go searching for the Newspaper Buyer's store and raise hell about the bargain, Not my mistake *Notorious and Irritated* Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwww !!!! This is my routine life, Every wrong number in this country connects to my phone and  there is nothing I can do about it. My doct...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 16 ; the sixteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Chandrabhanu was the son of a marine officer staying in the apartments. Deepavali for him meant a great deal, the biggest and greatest festival. Ofcourse everything translated to the season of splurging, shopping clothes, food, parties, sweetmeats and loads of crackers. Jayadeva or jappi stayed along with his granny at the thatched make-shift roofing shelter just behind the apartments.  Granny was his only living relative. She was an old withered woman who wasn’t suitable for the labour work. She’d find some odd jobs of cleaning at functions and parties that helped them earn a living; Otherwise water was their regular bread and butter with a meal or two in few weeks. To use the term P overty or Below Poverty will be to describe riches in comparison...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 15 ; the fifteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Jane and Jeremy, a middle class American couple came to India to realize their dream wedding. It was not going to be a big fat Indian wedding but it was their dream nevertheless. They had about a week’s time for the wedding and wanted to go around. They hired a tour guide cum driver Taposh Ranjan Das. To say the least, they were simply floored by his humbleness and honesty. For three days, he took them around to various places across north India including Taj Mahal. Jeremy wanted to know things about India that back home his friends didn’t know or had not been to, so he requested Taposh to show them some places which not many people know about or visit. Being the true Indian host and humble guide, Taposh agreed. They had been traveling on a lonely ...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 14 ; the fourteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton .       Tring Tring. Me: “Hello, I am Samantha Gaekwad. Welcome to Pelican Business Solutions …….” No! I am not a call centre employee. I am a receptionist at Pelican Business Solutions. How I happened to land a job here is a controversial story in itself. All I would say is that the wretched recession played kingmaker for all my batch mates and I for sure was not in its good books else, how will you explain me landing this job despite scoring first class and being among top ten scorers. But I also have to acknowledge my parents contribution to making my life such a successful failure. No, I am not talking about the values they have instilled in me or about my upbringing. I am talking about their genes. Both are good looking people and the ...