Ode to the good, the bad, the ugly

Okay, may be this makes no sense. But it just got me thiking -- without all the people mentioned below life just wudn't be the same! They add the sugar and the spice, and some of them ruin the dish. But then, it takes all kinds. Here's a lil' vote of thanks, for the bottom my heart! ;)

Thank you G_D for the power I have to dream. And the mysterious ways in which they all come true.

Thanks mumma, for being all that you are, for your skinny genes and thanks for the faith in me.

Thanks papa, for those long walks, stolen sugar treats, for the million stories. Thanks for all that you endured, without ever complaining.

Love you Willie, for being my chechi kuttan, adding colour to my life, leaving me with all those lovely memories. For making me stop, think, go slow. For being the best bro ever.

Thanks Mummichy, for being my mommy 2.

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Thank you Nazeer uncle for egging me to read Little Women — my first real book! Thanks for reaffirming my faith in Literature. For pointing out journalism as an obvious option. For clearing all the doubts in my muddled head.

Thanks Dr Uncle for introducing me to DC features — my first taste of feature stories. And thanks for chicken 65 and soup. Sec’bad club and Christmas carnivals and Nancy Drews. for my first pocket money and driving lessons. I forgive you for being a bastard.

Thank you Miss Sheeba for saying “I’ll shake you up if you ever, ever stop writing.”

Merci Miss Elvina for your silent support, always.

Thank you sir for helping me work my way to an 88 in Class X maths!


Thanks ed J for being my mentor. For giving me a chance. And for “investing” in me.

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Thank you Neha D., for proving that I can never, ever be friends with Nehas!

And thanks Neha Khanduri for proving that all the Nehas I come across in life are bitches. Period!

Thanks Monisha for proving never to trust women fully.

Thanks Angie Koda, Shilpa, for proving not all girls make bad buddies.

Thanks Wonko the Sane :) for being my sounding board, turning into someone I love and trust.

Thanks Priya for introducing me to Amitav Ghosh and all the lovely, spooky, weird, crazy things in your Anitque Land. Thank you for making me feel there is another person like me and that I’m not the only ‘weirdly nice’ one!

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Thank you Gav for adopting my family, mom, dad, us, with all our sorrows and quirks. Thank you for being there like no one else ever can, ever will.

Thank you for teaching me to make the perfect coffee; to say “Willie and me” and not “Me and Willie”; for introducing me to the world of prawn curries and rhyming verses and Hail Holy Queen.

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Thanks G for proving money ain’t all. That it can’t buy you happiness, peace, good health, contentment. Thanks for showing so beautifully that money can buy you things, not taste.

Thanks 'stie (did I ever tell you she's my alter ego) for playing along. I know your job ain't always easy...