Who is she?

Over the last one year we have spent almost every evening together. Virtual space has allowed us that . As I travel in the auto (the one that I finally get after twenty auto wallahs decide that Kalina is plagued) , we chat.
Thanks to technology we are connected. Snug in the comfort of her home, she and braving the potholed roads of Mumbai , me chat away to glory.
Recipes travel cyberspace into each other’s kitchens.
Congrats and consolations meander into our lives.
Oh! Your son finished his course? Congrats
Why, my daughter danced well yesterday...Really, congrats!!!
You know what; my exams didn’t bring this type of tensio
True...these exams are just killing .When will these kids just finish these?

Small talk that relieves the worries of the day.
Comfort that there is someone out there sharing the same set of problems.
Happiness that there is someone rejoicing on the very small things that I enjoy.
A half an hour ride back home now doesn’t seem so long.

She leaves me at the door step all charged to face the rest of the day
With an unsaid promise to return the next afternoon , just as I trudge out of my office........


She is my home coming friend

My reservations about Aarakshan

The break up of Aarakshan:
5% Prateik
10% Saif Ali Khan
10% Deepika Padukone
15% Manoj Bajpayee
15% Amitabh Bachchan
25% confused Prakash Jha
15% even more confused script
5% all the other confused guys
100% disappointment