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There was hope, there was despair, there was light, there was darkness, there was happiness, there was melancholy, there was laughter, there were tears, there were dreams, there were realities, there were children, there were schools, there were movies, there were film stars, there were forests, there were poachers, it was 1973, and there was Baala.

Read Part-1 Here :  Risk Analysis of Marriage THIS IS PART – 2 “A widow with a 12 year old and limited means. Do you think they will make it ?” he said as he recalled the words from that fateful day like it were yesterday. The emptiness of the highway he was driving on seem [...]

“I’ll be spending the afternoons auditioning women…” he smiled to himself.

“Is it a violation of my professional ethics ? ” he mock wondered trying to make sense of his mom-arranged bride hunt slated for the weekend once back in India.

Mysore, what can I say about this hometown of mine that has not been said by poets, philosophers and artists aplenty. Just that it is all that they say and more maybe ? A city with a heart ; a city with that genial Kannada charm that Bangalore has lost ; a city that, in parts, is still that small sleepy Karnataka town ; a city where everyone seems to know everyone and lives are intertwined ; a city with a rich cultural and literary heritage ; a city with beautiful palaces ; a city of Mysore masale dose, Mysorepak and churumuri.

Guest Post by Ankith Athreya — a student of Carmel Convent as a part of his school essay. Of the estimated 3,000 tonnes of solid waste Bangalore generates daily, only 1,200 tonnes are processed. This, despite the fact that the five solid waste management (SWM) plants around the city, can handle over 3,400 tonnes per [...]

” Ondu ooralli, ondu Gubakka mattu ondu Kagakka vaasa maadtittante..(A sparrow and a crow lived in a city)” my ajji (grandmother) would start a folklore story on the jaguli(patio). For us kids, these Kagakka-Gubakka stories were fun. Gubakka was the naive do-gooder while the Kagakka, the conniving villain. Many a stories were woven around these [...]

I am Gulmohar — that’s my pen-name. Does it make you wonder what sort of a person I am ? Female or male? Does it denote the tree or its beautiful flowers? Why the hell would a person name oneself after a tree anyways? Gulmohar to me is a tag that denotes a “state of [...]