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| Blog Name: | ItyaAdi |
| Url: | http://chronicleofmylife.wordpress.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | Delhi, life, personal |
| Description: | There was a quote I read and felt that it closely replicates my life (at least the one that is visible to the public). Don’t exactly remember the exact quote, but it went like this: “He never drank. He never had sex. He never played any sport. He never loved. And when he died, the insurance companies denied him any claim. They said he never lived” People, who know me, will agree that it surely talks about my life. But I know that the quote doesn’t exactly talk about my life in its entirety. Yes, I have been drunk. Yes, I have done sex. Yes, I have loved. Yes, I have lived life. Although I have ensured, because of my own genuine reasons and compulsions, that people don’t know about these escapades of my private life. Now that’s an important quality of my life that i am a master at concealment. There are many, not exactly virtues, but qualities that make me; but people don’t get to know all. Through this blog, I would try to express my real self in full, which I haven’t until now. So for answers to did I actually live my life you will have to continue reading my blog in the days to come. |
| Popularity: | 6 Followers |
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An advertisement that I dreaded
Back in the 90s, rising population was a hot topic. “The rate at which India’s population is growing, it will overtake China in the years to come”, experts said. Unfortunately India wasn’t happy with this achievement. This was much before India had discovered a way to utilize its plentiful population. Doordarshan, in those days the sole entertainment channel, joined the Government’s drive to spread the message of population control. And so happened a host of advertisements featuring condoms. While most of the ads made viewing television with family uncomfortable, there was one ad that I had started to dread. It goes on like this.
Back in the 90s, rising population was a hot topic. “The rate at which India’s population is growing, it will overtake China in the years to come”, experts said. Unfortunately India wasn’t happy with this achievement. This was much before India had discovered a way to utilize its plentiful population. Doordarshan, in those days the sole entertainment channel, joined the Government’s drive to spread the message of population control. And so happened a host of advertisements featuring condoms. While most of the ads made viewing television with family uncomfortable, there was one ad that I had started to dread. It goes on like this.
Ramayana Path
Hardly had the train left Dhanbad Station that it stopped on the outskirts of the city. It was around seven in the morning and people were just starting their day. As if to prove this, a large number of people were lined on both sides of the railway tracks, reliving themselves. Unable to resist the scenery and the smell, I turned my head towards the book that I had bought on the platform that day. Uninteresting as it was, it wasn’t able to contain my attention for long. But my ears picked up a conversation between a woman and her husband. As the train had stopped, even the soft talk of this couple was very audible. In fact, this was not soft talk. The woman was
Hardly had the train left Dhanbad Station that it stopped on the outskirts of the city. It was around seven in the morning and people were just starting their day. As if to prove this, a large number of people were lined on both sides of the railway tracks, reliving themselves. Unable to resist the scenery and the smell, I turned my head towards the book that I had bought on the platform that day. Uninteresting as it was, it wasn’t able to contain my attention for long. But my ears picked up a conversation between a woman and her husband. As the train had stopped, even the soft talk of this couple was very audible. In fact, this was not soft talk. The woman was
When madness took over
In the week of Makar Sankranti, it was almost customary for the rain gods to wet the coalfields. As temperatures dropped, people further draped themselves in woolens. Since blowers were unheard of, it was the old coal stove (coal was available in plenty) that kept the house warm. Some creatures missed out on the warmth though. What made things worse was that this was their first winter on earth. Football, Hunter’s daughter and now his wife, had given birth to five handsome puppies around two weeks ago. Their eyes had opened and even though I had put a barricade around their small tent that I had constructed for them, they followed their mother outside in the co
In the week of Makar Sankranti, it was almost customary for the rain gods to wet the coalfields. As temperatures dropped, people further draped themselves in woolens. Since blowers were unheard of, it was the old coal stove (coal was available in plenty) that kept the house warm. Some creatures missed out on the warmth though. What made things worse was that this was their first winter on earth. Football, Hunter’s daughter and now his wife, had given birth to five handsome puppies around two weeks ago. Their eyes had opened and even though I had put a barricade around their small tent that I had constructed for them, they followed their mother outside in the co
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