The Public Diary

There are two sides of the coin and so are of a story. Most general out of those incidents is the one where you know that the other person is lying and is trying its best to present the facts in the most convincing form. Once my friend lost some stuff. By natural, the other fellow was her prime suspect as they would usually hide each others’ stuff. She asked her numerous times and later on turned to me. I flatly refused of having done any such thing. I tried my best to suppress a smile grin and look more convincing. After few hours when it was the time to bid goodbye I handed it over to her saying look how good I am at lying to which she said, “Initially, I had no idea but afterwards I knew that you were behind all this.” Here I was thinking myself to be a real ‘conceal-er’ by acting all that smart and I get a reality check that she already knew the truth and was pretending to not know and seeing me acting/lying. Generally, this one is the most experienced two-sides-of-a-sto

India is a country where diverse festivals are celebrated (Just go and see the calendar; it’ll be full of red and green dates.) Adding up to the number of celebrations are ‘Weddings’. They are celebrated in a manner no less than any festival is. Every Indian, on an average, gets enough wedding invitation cards; the ones with bold colours get to deck-up the show pieces of the house and the simpler ones are discarded off after a few weeks. (And this fact is not supported by any research or survey.) Overview of Indian weddings is that they are all more-or-less same (only if you see the people of only one region/zone getting married), excluding those people who have a large and diverse social circle (Given that North-South-East-West follow different rituals). Otherwise, all this stuff is usual and gradually our excitement gets limited to food only. As a kid, I used to get excited on getting such invitations.  After some years of witnessing the same rituals being followed at each