For a long time , I have been trying to consult a doctor , about the proper diet I must follow. My friend in the All India Institute of Medical Sciences , where medical treatment is free , made an appointment with the dietitian ad we saw her.
A young girl , with several papers , came and discussed with us for three hours. She explained that one day’s food must be divided into six portions and taken after every two hours. This is important . When I suggested reducing starch, she did not agree. She recommended taking milk twice a day and yogurt(curd) after the meal , twice. Whey was also advised.
What disappointed me , was her refusal to allow tea with milk and ‘sugarfree’. So now I take bitter tea . I had heard about the medicinal properties of bitter tea.
Within a week , my sugar level came down. So you all must consult a dietitian




Unemployed people from Asia travel in unauthorized boats , to disembark in Europe . They go in boats , without any protection. One boat sank in the Mediterranean sea. Over three hundred people died. The body of a five year old girl was washed ashore . Her photo has become a symbol of the boat people. People displaced from Syria and Turkey also travel in boats. Many come from Lydia. They all live as refugees because they have no passport. There are men who provide forged passport and charge 70 dollars! The Europeans are building walls to keep them away

As the boatmen extract money from the people , it is a trade , as in earlier centuries in the US. There is the flesh trade all over the Indian subcontinent. Women are sold in Arabia too. They are slaves, voluntarily recruited ; but slaves they are , as they cannot escape from the clutches of the Mafia.

Is there any end in sight?


Anigra Rowling, a Berliner gave birth to four children, three boys and one girl. She underwent artificial insemination.
She is a school teacher. When her ten year old girl child persistently pestered her for another sister, she did it, according to reports.
Let us pray for long life to all the children!


“Oh! You got married and you didn’t tell me?”- That was Jo, my class mate in the college. I used to coach him in mathematics and often stayed in his hostel room. His father was a business man and he was free with pocket money.
“What marriage. An uncle of my mother came and took me to a remote vllage and told me to marry a girl. It was her father, a farmer, whom I casually met in the train, that proposed this marriage. During the journey, he asked me many things about my whereabouts and liked me. That is all.
How did you know about my marriage”
“My sister told me. She used to see your mother”
“Ma works as maid servant in some houses and do tailoring in spare time to meet my expenses. It is her wish to make me a big man. I do not remember my father. Ma never says anything about him”
“I want to see your wife”
“It is difficult. You have to walk four miles through a deep narrow channel, which becomes a canal in the rainy season. I was too tired when I reached there; my father-in-law waited at Thalassery for me. I saw the girl and after tea etc, I went for a bath in the pond. There was no bath room. But I enjoyed the dip in the open pond.
At about three, we exchanged garlands and we were married”
“Did you like the girl? Is she beautiful?”
“She is dark and slim; but her eyes are black and have an irresistible charm.”
I continued: “She works in the kitchen and looks after the rice cultivation. They have a few acres of land and plenty of coconuts, arecanuts, pepper etc.
I could not talk to her until we were in the bed room.”
After I finished graduation, I joined M.Sc. Afterwards, I got a job in Gujarat. In the meantime a boy was born. We all had a happy time when Ma too was with me. Earlier, she was with my wife’s family as mother-in-law was ill most of the time.
Alas! Happy times fly away. Mother-in-law died and wife was forced to go home. The separation was unbearable, as my love for her deepened each passing day. The second blow came, when father-in-law too left us. I had to resign my job.
At home I felt bored, as the estate was well managed by Susheela, my wife. I took care of our son’s education. He proved to be a genius. Wherever he studied, he was a topper. After obtaining doctorate in economics, he became adviser in a bank in America and married a white woman, against our wishes.
In the meantime, I took up am assignment in Burma and was almost cut off from home, as Susheela was poor in communication. Jo used to frequent our home. He had bought a rubber plantation at Talassery and our old cahannel had become a motorable road, though still very uncomfortable . It was from him that I heard that my sn had come there and was asking for money to set up a business in America. My wife rightly refused to give it. He gave me his sister Celina’s address. She was engaged in proselytarion work in Burma!
I rang her up and we met in a restaurant in Rangoon.
I had forgotten her face, as she was a junior student in our college. Jo casually introduce her to me.
She was over enthused to see me. I too was struck with her beauty.
Oh! I am ready to be a Christian, just to marry you- I joked.
She became serious. She said gravely:”I loved you at first sight. But you never looked at girls, when we were in the college. I resisted attempts by by father to get me married, as I wished to marry you only.
Why did you marry Susheela?”
I explained the circumstances of our marriage. She sighed and blamed fate. I invited her to stay in my house, which was quite spacious.
Soon we were together and I began to feel less home sick…
A shcking letter came from Jo. My son managed to get a power of attorney from mother-in-law, who was the sole inheritor of the whole estate. Susheela became furious and wanted me to come home.
I phoned her up and told my helplessness.
Celina was good in house keeping. She took care of me. She even shaved my beard, as I was often reluctant and lazy to do it. Several times I wanted to come closer to her; but she firmly resisted my advances.
One day we went on a picnic At her instance, we went to a pagoda. There were few devotees. In the garden outside, we sat and talked. I put my hand around her neck and pressed her hard, till I lost all control and ……I inserted my hand inside her underwer and tickled her clitoris. She became a sex bomb and pulled down my pants.
Thereafter, it became a routine.
One day we were informed that my son and his wife were killed in an accident. Celina suspected Jo’s hand in it, to save the estate .
Would Susheela have connived at it?
I felt very depressed. After all it was my son.
Celina was my only comfort.


Actually her name is Krishna, meaning black girl. She came from the sacrificial fire of King Drupada, a mysterious appearance.
The King had offered to give the girl to whoever was able to shoot a revolving bird. Arjun did it and brought the girl home, during the period of their wandering.
Ma, we have brought something- they told Kunthy
Whatever you brought, must be shared- she told them, without seeing anything.
They gladly shared her as a common wife.
She was a spirited woman, intelligent and cunning. She kept all her husbands
in good humor.
She had some inexplicable affinity with Krishn, the only other black figure in the epic. He too was found beside Yashoda, no one knew who the father was.
A scene is described, where both are found by Arjun, lying in a couch. Whenever in distress, she calls Krishn and not her husbands. But for them, there would be no war!
When she was publicly humiliated, she vows never to do her hair, unless, smeared with the blood of Yudhishtyr. Krishn helps her, by using all sorts of tricks to see that Suyodhan is defeated.
When Drupad was young, he was on very friendly terms with Dronacharya. In a fit of camaraderie, Drupad offered to give him half the kingdom, when he became the king
Dronacharya reminded about his promise, only to be insulted by Drupad. Thus they became enemies. Otherwise, Drona would have remained neutral in the war.


We were friends and class mates, till he dropped out after the fourth standard. I continued and graduated. Some how, I did not relish my studies and soon set up my own business.
Though I occasionally wrote to him, he never replied. Through mutual friends, I learned that he is settled in some village, not far from Pune. My business was not running smoothly and I even toyed with the idea of winding it up and returning to India.
I have vague memories of my mother, who died after my younger sister, some two years junior to me. I was attached to my elder sister, whom I accepted as my mother, in all respects. Whenever I visited India, I go to her house even before going home to see my father and younger sister.
This time I got my friend’s address and went to Pune. First.I left my baggage in the hotel and changed over to native dress. After a strenuous journey, I located the house It was a mud hut with grass for roof. A fair woman in simple blouse and skirt came out and enquired: whom do you want to see?
Is Ramu at home? I am his friend.
He is in the field. You sit here; I will call him. By the way, what is your name/
Suddenly she beamed and almost ran with enthusiasm. Apparently Ramu has told everything about me, from the day we were backbenchers at Nashik municipal school.
She called him, even as she ran. A man, mud allover his body, turned towards us. He stopped ploughing and called out my name. He told us to wait
I enquired: he never told me about his marriage. How can he? He has no phone? What is your name? How many issues have you?
She began to talk.
We have a son and daughter. As there is no school, we send them to a neighbour, who knows some English. We have only a few acres of land. We do all work ourselves; we have been working all along, even before we bought this. We have some cows and hens. All products are bought by neighbours.
When the sun was going down, we all returned home.
We washed at the well. Water was drawn by hand from the open well. For the fields, there were tube wells, worked my motor.
The food was simple chapattis.ade of wheat flour.and mixed vegetable dish, without any spices.
There was only one room. We men slept on charpoys (Four pieces of bamboo fixed at right angles and supported on feet of wood. A net of cloth ribbon holds the sheet) in the open front courtyard. It was summer. We lay there, talking.
Why don’t you engage workmen?
Am I to idle away my time like a zamindar?
At least you must have a phone.
I have no need. A post card is enough for communication.
Now you talk like a wise man. In the school, you were an idiot.
Silence…When I looked in his face, he was fast asleep!
My attention was turned to the sky. There was no moon; but myriads of stars brightened the sky. I lay awake for quite some time, before I went to sleep
Early in the morning, I was awakened by the sound “tea is ready”.
It was Ramu’s step-sister, dark skinned and uneducated, as explained by Ramu. Her childish enthusiasm and lithe figure, without even the suggestion of fat in her body, engaged my attention during that holiday.
I requisitioned a taxi car from Pune and told all to get ready within an hour. Only Ramu excused, saying he will hire a woman for help.
In the cosmopolitan atmosphere of Pune, all were happy. I bought cloths for all, not forgetting my girl. For Bhabi (brother’s sister), I bought a watch and a mobile phone, in addition to saris.
I extracted a promise from Bhabi to attend my younger sister’s marriage, to attend which I had come to India.
Do not forget to bring my girl, I told Bhabi. She at my beck and call during my stay there..
From Pune I flew to Bombay.
I gave didi a blank cheque and told her to buy all things, including gold and cloths required for the wedding. She was overjoyed. As my father was a policeman, now retired, he needed no support from me. I gave them some money whenever I came home. So my gesture impressed them very much. I added: let people know that I am really wealthy.
I deputed my men for supervising all services at the reception, arrangements for stay in hotels etc. I had deputed two men to receive my friends from Pune, for whose flight, I had sent air tickets.
When they came, I embraced them all, not forgetting my girl, who, in the dress presented by me, looked bright and charming. I told Ramu to remain with me all the time.
You may think it odd. The fact is that I am still a bachelor, though not a virgin. I have seen many society ladies but none like your sister. Will you give her to me?
Marriage must be between equals.
Will you allow me to write to her?
Do not give her any hope. First ask your father.
In my case, it is didi. I took her to Pune, after my sister was seen off to her husband’s home.
There I explained my scheme to her:
We must acquire a few hundred hectares of land here. It is dirt cheap and the money will come, if I sell my business. Your daughter can learn dairy science. We can have a big dairy industry here, built on modern lines.
A poultry farm, a fish pond and vegetable garden will also come. The wages are low. Demand for eatables will never cease
What do you say?
I then became the old boy whom she loved unreservedly. I embraced her. I asked:do you like Ramu’s sister?
She remained quiet for some time. Then she looked at me and smiled. Let us ask our father.
My heart sank. I knew the old man too well. He wants that she must be from the same sub-caste. Must get plenty of dowry. He looks at me as a lottery ticket. Only first prize will satisfy him. At the same time, I do not like to sow discord in the family. A woman is not everything!
The presence of bhabhi brightened the atmosphere. She is able and nice to look at. I intended to groom her as my Administrator. I withdrew “my men”from the business and started preliminary work for land acquisition etc. By influence, I managed to get administrative approval for a high way to Pune.
One day I approached my girl and proposed secret marriage. She told bhabhi.
A local poojari did the rites. My friend and bhabhi were the witnesses. Of course, I did not forget to take video photograpahs and to register the marriage


My height is slightly less than 5 feet 3 inch.

My legs are too short to ride a bicycle.   Children’s cycle is comfortable.

My friends assured me that I cannot impress girls.

To cap it all, my poverty. For a middle class man poverty is a matter of great shame.

I was extremely shy to speak, even if all are well known. The sound will not come out. I cannot even sign because of a nasty tremor wich agonised me, because, in those days there were no ball point pens and I have to sign in the salary bill,with ink pen, in the presence of people. I feared the first day of the month, when salary is disbursed !

Inferiority complex can have a damaging effect on one’s career. I could never make an impression during an interview. I was happy that I did not have to face the girl whom I was to marry.

Two things lightened my days. Books were always my friends. In the school, I was always a hero, because teachers and students always like a bright pupil.