Author Archive: Atul-Anand

You are deaf, and I am dumb!

Pragna woke me up from the deepest sleep. ‘There’s a bad news?’ I feared the worst. But never imagined what she told me –  whispering, incoherently sobbing – Satish is no more! Sleep alluded us. We talked into the wee hours about our last meeting(s) with him – when we were in Goa. After a …

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BEAN COUNTER, SERIOUSLY?

Originally posted on Atul-Anand:
My friend, Hemant was very much worried. He confided in me that it was the first time that he was being ‘summoned’ by the school principal of his son. “What he must have done now? A five-year-old terrorist – that’s what he is.” “Like father, like son!” I quipped. Needless to…

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FOR WHOM THE BELLS TOLL

“Not another wedding!” Shen groaned. Quick glance around the room confirmed that ‘She who must be obeyed’ was not within the earshot. Two souls tied together – for ever and forever. Till death does them apart. For next seven lives – together! Hokum, hohum, and hogwash… Attending one wedding in six months – he could …

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Rich Daasi, Poor Daddy

Not ‘Four Score and Seven Years ago’ – but definitely more than Two Score and Few Years ago. During my school days – in Panaji Goa. One night, Satish and I sat on our favourite bench at Campal ground and listened to the melodious songs being broadcast by Vividh Bharati on the program ‘Chhaya Geet’. …

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THE GIFT OF MAGI

“So, what do you want for your birthday?” Silence. “What should I get for you?” Continued silence. “What is it that I should get for you on your birthday – that will make you happy?” The change in tone, and slight increased volume – meant that the continued silence would be detrimental to the health …

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SCRIBBLE IS SILVER, but…

His siblings called him an ‘emotional fool’. His friends considered him a ‘strange character’. His parents had given up on him long ago. The ‘Black Sheep’! To him, the library was the toy shop. He was excited to enter it, and never wanted to leave it – like a child, in the toy-shop! He could …

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The THREE R’S

A four year old child was asked whether he could read and write. “I can write, but I can’t read” was the answer. “Write something”. The child purses his lips, and with deep concentration, scribbles on the blank paper. Totally undecipherable. “What have you written?” “I told you – I can write, but I can’t …

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Zen and the Art of Carrying on your Practice

“Smooth Seas do not make skillful sailors” – an African Proverb. Forty years ago, I entered the realm of professional accounting – not so chubby cheeks, but with a dimpled chin, rosy lips; and very much wet behind the ears. Affluence and opulence – here I come. Short-lived euphoria! I was a proud recipient of …

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BUSINESS OF FIRST!

“BUSINESS of FIRST”  “Maamu, one paan for Baba”. “And one for Kaka – the usual, Banarasi, Kachcha Supaari and Jaffrani 120”. The first speaker – Satish; and the second one Atul. Maamu – it would be a Herculean Task to describe him – worthy only of elite writers such as R. K. Narayanan or W. …

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UNHEARD SYMPHONIES

“Yes, dear!” This is the mantra handed down from generations – from one parent (usually the father) to the child (usually the son). Unlike formal education, it doesn’t need to be explicitly taught. An ever-perceptive child learns quickly by example. A typical household scene. The wife is carrying on the conversation (monologue); while the husband …

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