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If there's one word in English lexicon that can boast of a huge fan following- it's LOVE !  Love (definitions no bar!!!) is like marijuana- the more you consume it, the more you want of it!  But, is love in danger?   As the danger of identity crisis looms large on LOVE- a result of human tendency of "over-exploitation" to satisfy the personal needs, what is that has gone wrong? Is having an emotional quotient right or wrong? Here's what my friend Akshay Thakur has to say about this off-the-beat but not-so-unknown subject to the youth. I'm sure by the end of this beautiful article, you'll be mesmerized with his different shades of thinking all rolled into this linguistic masterpiece-that it is! Fuelling up the ailing Relationships Do notice ‘The Notice’ below before you proceed    Things which you must keep in mind before/while/after reading this write-up. Oath Taking ceremony begins : 1.      ...

To increase the frequency of articles on this blog, I have decided to post some contributory articles from guest/ghost writers, who're ignited enough to blurt out something creative and useful but aren't as free as I am, right now! :) As a first guest article, we have a short poem aptly titled " Who am I?" . Courtesy a long time pal, it is a fitting tribute to those farmers who we've lost forever. Terse & carefully worded, the writer gives us a glaring insight into the life and thoughts of a farmer- highlighting not only the travails of being one but also the contentment of being a giver, despite all odds.  Who am I? I’m a son of this soil But equal to none; Life’s a do or die Subsistence is only a pun. I plough with love And reap with care I die everyday Are you even aware?     I have no face No identity, no name    For even in my death Only blame, no fame! I’m kic...

“ Indians are very much Indians ” - Anonymous If it hasn’t dawned upon you yet, then, believe me, you’re an entirely different genetic recipe that’s definitely not Indian cuisine. Because if you’re a true Indian, then you should have all those ingredients mixed in proper proportions that flavours like India. So, “what truly defines Indian flavour?” Or “What makes Indians Indians?” It’s no rocket science. Being an Indian, one would’ve easily understood by now that we love to nose-pick into lives of our neighbours while we ourselves pretend to be from the most civilized of the creatures. We sort of enjoy watching those never ever, ever-ever (I love Arnab’s rhetoric) ending soap operas starring hideous crimson hued monsters digitally transmitted from hell into our “idiot box” but don’t care about the strained relationships with the neighbours . We blurt out nonsense in the name of corruption only to find ourselves paying kickbacks to agents and brokers to jump...