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Welcome Maveli [Image courtesy ] I’m not superstitious, but I’m blatantly certain that this Onam has brought me some humour and its spices as well as condiments.   Bejan Daruwalla tells me that, with Mars shifting into Virgo in the 6 th House and Saturn posited in the 9 th House, I am all poised for great job satisfaction as well as lucrative income.   My stock broker tells me that my Bombay Dyeing and Tata Steel shares are ripe for sale after ditching me for over three years.   My body tells me that my health is pulsating once again. What really inspired me is Bejan Daruwalla telling me that September is the month of Virgin Mary .   So Narendra Modi will be able to “cleanse and purify the Ganga,” says the astrologer.   Within days of the prediction came the appointment of Nitin Gadkari as the Saviour of the Ganga.   I’m sure miracles are awaiting us Indians.   Gadkari has plans not only for cleansing the Ganga but also for linking all the major rivers in the country

The doc looked at me as if to ascertain whether I was an animal.   I had told him my complaint: intermittent fever. The fever plays hide and seek with me.   I wake up in the middle of my sleep feeling the body burning all over.   All sorts of pain shoot through some parts of the body as if to give company to the temperature.   It keeps me turning in bed this way and that for about an hour and then my nightdress is all drenched with perspiration.   Voila! Both the fever and the shooting pains have vanished. "How many times did this happen?" the doc asked. "Four," I said. "Maybe five." "When did it start?" "About two weeks ago," I said. It's then he stared at me.   I understood the meaning of his stare.   So I consoled him, "It's nothing, doctor. Once I got up and changed the drenched night dress, I was back to normal." "Then why did you come today?" "Last night my night

Fiction Yashvardhan was sitting on a bench in the park when the student appeared before him as if from nowhere.   The sun was inching toward the western horizon beyond the Arabian Ocean.   “Can I talk to you, sir?” the student asked. “Why not, Sid?   Sit down,” Yashvardhan motioned towards the empty space on the bench.   The boy’s name was Siddharth and everyone called him Sid. “I wasn’t joking when I told you the other day that you’re damaging the students’ faith in gods and religion,” said Sid. “Is your faith damaged because of me?” asked Yashvardhan. “No,” he said, “not mine.” “Then whose?” “The other guys.   Some of them.   They’ve started discussing things like whether Rama and Krishna were merely mythical creations of man and not gods.” “It’s good to question, isn’t it?” “But, sir,” Sid hesitated. “Hmm, go ahead,” Yashvardhan encouraged him in his usual style. “Why don’t you believe in religion and gods?” Sid asked. “I w