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That small tax

I do believe in god and so does in fairies, maybe I am little immature or simply gone nuts but I know a guy who is not a saint or a traditional religious person but I am damn sure he is the man of god. Three days back I was about to leave for my office when I noticed Daler Singh, he is an aged man must be in his late fifties or early sixties, I greeted him and he smiled back and as I was about to ask him about his health he caught hold of a little kid who was carrying some candies. That kid was new in our block and his young parents just shifted in a flat adjacent to my home. Then he said “give me two candies or two kisses” the kid was looking at his candies and he must have counted them in his mind. There were four candies, the clever smile on Daler Singh’s face made him insecure. The thought of sharing those wonderful sweets was too terrible for that kid and kissing Daler Singh was not that good either. He was about to cry and his expression were about to change and exa

The struggle of the superwoman ......... my new book

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As an author nothing excites you more than an exclusive display of your new book, especially when your book is being displayed at one of the most prestigious book stores in Delhi, Famous Book store located at Janpath New Delhi .... YES.... my new book "Struggle of the superwoman" is launched and it is available at all leading book stores through out India, by next week my book will be available at Amazon and Flipkart as well.

Silent night ..

Sometimes we do come across jewels that are priceless, the movie “Silent night” is one of them. One lonely night I did come across this masterpiece on youtube, when generally we do talk about great movies we swear by their stories or the marvelous actors who gave their very best shots. To describe this movie in words is very difficult; it’s a story of pure emotions and humanity. I can’t put together enough words to describe that, and I am sure you will love that. Khushwant Singh   

Mulberry tree and childhood

It was a typical hot and dry evening of Delhi as I reached my home that day, as I removed my shoes and made myself a little comfortable I got a call from a dear friend. He was waiting in a parking place which was earlier used by kids as a play ground when I was a kid, a ground where I spent many afternoons and evenings as a kid playing with my friends, the ground right next to my home. He had to go somewhere and he wanted me to accompany him. I told him to either wait patiently in his car for fifteen minutes or come inside, he took the second option. As we returned barely after few minutes we noticed his sparkling new car was covered with mulberries. The seasonal fruit mulberry is not considered sellable not at least in Delhi these days. He started his car and said “Khushwant” time has really changed, I nodded in yes. On our way to the other corner of Delhi I was pushed back into my childhood. There was a time when I used to climb that same mulberry tree; dark red colored m

That irritating neighbour

Yeah it’s right as a human, we love few people and there are few individuals we put them in the category of “we like them” and there are few people “we love to hate them” but why? Is there anything in them that simply triggers something inside us? Okay we may say they are simply irritating. Although they may have never hurt you intentionally but any way we still we got annoyed by their mere presence. Their presence is enough to get on our nerves. I am damn sure you must know a person or two who belongs to this category. There is a woman just next to my home she is in her forties or early fifties right now, she have three kids and a caring husband. From the day she got married and arrived in our neighborhood her network of gossiping started, within a week or so she became “favourite” of every agony aunt. They talked about everything from dressing code of young girls to the behaviour of young boys. Soon she was labeled BBC by teenagers in our area. Even she started to advice

Struggle of the superwoman ..... the bestseller on it's way

Well it is little exaggerating on my part to say that my upcoming book is going to be a best seller, definitely I am very confident about my book and I know the book is very natural, it's a self help book, in this book I am sharing my working experience as a consultant with Supriya and Namit Jain for their company "Shimmer bespoke Jewellery". Their sweet and salty relation created a very cheerful environment for me and during that time I learned many things from them as well. It is not a hardcore business book that will teach you how to make loads of money over night, but one thing is for sure their success as entrepreneurs is commendable. So take a journey with them and learn some of the best business secrets. Good luck for your journey ahead. Khushwant Singh      .  

Do we really learn?

"Stop yelling" I said that to one of my close friends, as I entered his office. He was boiling with anger and after sometime he said "that idiot never learns" as he was referring to his employee. I was smiling and said "few weeks back you were regretting because two of your oldest employees left your company because you yelled at them and for that reason you suffered a lot" when I pointed that he said "I really don't know what happens to me, but what I can really do? they never learn"   As a human do we really learn? I am putting this question forward to myself and to all my friends. We crib every time when someone close to us repeats the mistake, for which we do quarrel with them. We justify our behavior when we yell at someone by saying he/she never learns, now the same question is forwarded to you, did you learned anything from past behavior. You yell, you ask for forgiveness and then you repeat again. Now the question arises, what