Stories By 'MANISH NANDY'
My father’s friend, Dr Roy Chowdhury, a well-known scholar and writer, was travelling in a train and reading a book. A young boy, standing on the bridge in a railway station, playfully threw a stone as the train moved out. The stone went through the window, crashed his glasses and struck his left eye along with glass splinters. He went to a hospital.
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My cup of coffee is a gentle reminder that there is a world waiting to enter our ken if only we would let it
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I had lost a friend some time back, but I am glad that I have got the relationship back. I know this sounds strange, but I am talking about meditation. Many seem to associate meditation with religion.
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His father, Victor Avilov, was a celebrated mathematician, whose books were an obligatory text in the entire USSR. He could have been one too. But it didn’t turn out that way.
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A sucker is born every minute,” said Barnum, the 19th century showman. I saw enough of that when I lived in India and, on the recommendation of well-meaning friends, met revered gurus who quickly proved purveyors of snake oil.
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