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THE KORI KATTA

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“There is a huge amount of freedom that comes to you when you take nothing personally.” ―  Don Miguel Ruiz I t’s very, very difficult not to take sides when two people fight, even though it’s very, very important not to take sides. Now, who are these ‘two people’? They can be anybody – from intimately close ones to absolutely strangers… I remember, just a few yards from our local primary-school in our village, there used be weekly cock-fights… ‘Kori Katta’, they would call them in our local Tulu. I suppose, it’s banned now. The players would raise sturdy fighter-cocks at their homes and, assemble every week at those designated arenas, where a huge crowd would round up to watch the brutal game. Imagine those hapless roosters, sharp razors tied to their feet, provoked to fight to the finish… Even when the roosters were bloodily wounded, they would stitch up those wounds up and make those poor cocks fight… People fr...

IF I CALL HIM 'PAPPU', TODAY, IT SHOWS WHO I AM

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“Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.” - Helen Keller L et me clarify my position right at the start, here: I am not writing this Post as a supporter of Congress Party or its President, Mr. Rahul Gandhi. As I have told many times before, I keep party politics and hardcore religion at bay. Particularly, if my writing is going to poison the minds around me… If it is going to divide and polarize. I have been observing Mr. Rahul Gandhi’s political growth just as any of you would – reading about him, watching videos of his speeches and interviews, listening to people debate about him And, what had shocked me, always, was how systematically and relentlessly he was made to look like a joker, an idiot… a ‘Pappu’… and so on. What is even more shocking was this: most of my friends around me would think and believe so… would ...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...