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The Real Heroes.

A few days ago, Bombay Times carried an interview of  the Indian rapper Yo Yo Honey Singh. It was a tell-all about his disappearance from the public glare for around 18 months; a period  during which he battled a very frightening monster called Bi-polar Disorder. The state of mind he described reminded me of what I have seen a dear one go through.  A person very close to me suffers from the  illness, and I have been a witness to the struggle - his and ours.

           We had never heard the name, or known someone who suffered from the illness.   So,  it was akin to solving a jigsaw puzzle where the pieces just wouldn't fit!  Our psychiatrist did explain it in detail and so did my counsellor, but, ultimately, we were on our own.  We didn't have anyone coming up to offer solace, or assure us that this wasn't the end. 

           At times, as I sat in the hospital lounge, I would look around trying to find someone who was in a similar predicament as I; on whos…

Holi hai!

"Holi hai, bhai, holi hai...bura na mano holi hai!"

                The 'war cry' of this festival of colours echoes in my mind today as I write this post. It's  been ages since I last celebrated the day; must be 3 decades, or so. But, the holi that I played all those years ago - the one during my childhood -  was the best. The unbridled enthusiasm, our uninhibited kiddy conduct, and  the carefree attitude...how I miss it all today! 

              We kids would nag mom to get all the holi supplies in advance: the gulaal, the cheap, plastic pichkaris and the brightest of colours, oh, and also the old clothes we would wear on D day! Although,  when we were little school kids, clothes never mattered. I remember, one year, when I was around 8 years of age, I was out the entire day, all wet and coloured, roaming the streets of my area dressed in my chemise! God! I cringe on remembering that day! But, that's the fun of childhood, isn't it? Innoce…