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Dear Aadu, Last Friday, I saw a movie all by myself at 10.45 am. Yes, you read that right. One of the advantages of being kicked out a job and being completely unwanted in the professional world for any kind of job is that you get to watch a movie first thing in the morning. I had been feeling restless all week, nursing a writing block and not being able to come up with anything great. Then I saw myself slowly beginning to slide into the my-doors-are-always-open pity party that I let myself wallow in for almost a year. I was not going to let that happen. So, I decided it was time to shake things up a little. Find some creative inspiration, watch a movie about a chubby girl Renee (Amy Schumer) who after an unfortunate accident and starts finding her reflection bikini model hot. I loved the idea. As a permanently chubby girl, I have also had such dreams. I have also secretly wished for the stomach flu like Emily Blunt in the Devil Wears Prada to lose a couple of quick kilos. S

Dear Blackbuck (ji) I wonder in all those times you were harmlessly chewing a mouthful of grass, you thought that one day you would become the topic of national interest. Twenty years ago, you were killed in cold blood by a group of privileged, drunk on their own awesomeness individuals. You see, often with great power comes zero sensitivity, and in the case of the man who killed you, this has been proven true several times. Did you know that over the past twenty years, he has become the victim and you the tormentor? Really, it’s true. His fans and fearful colleagues; whom he bullies like the mean kid on a playground, all feel killing you was no big deal. I mean come on, you were just a deer. When he crushed people to death with his car, blamed them for being poor and sleeping on a pavement and got away with it, what’s the big deal about killing a blackbuck, right? I heard a brilliant line once that’s so applicable here. It’s hard to put a leash on a dog once yo

One of the advantages of working from home and typing your thoughts for a living is you get to take a flexible lunch break and watch mindless television to rest your brain cells for an hour. Or like me, you get to be thoroughly horrified and tempted to throw up your carefully crafted low-calorie lunch. You see almost 7 years ago, I had the rare fortune of being one of the people who introduced, rather grudgingly, a malaise called Arnav Singh Raizada to Indian television. Who is he you ask? Arnav Singh Raizada was the original bad boy if Indian television who humiliated his lady love to stardom. If Arnav existed in your neighbourhood you would probably report him to the cops or a nearby psych ward when he broke the string holding a woman’s blouse together, threw her off a mezzanine floor, and gripped her arm so tight he left welts on her skin. But still, rather disturbingly, women loved him. Perhaps because he had a sister thrown in to deny his indisputable misogyny. So, he coul