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A few decades ago, the family doctor reigned supreme! From a common cold to cancer, families sought his advice. His word was the gospel. His clinics were full.
His diagnosis was good, his manner amiable, but alas, there were times, when he lost a patient or two, and his clients slowly started drifting to specialists. Today most everybody does and the good old GP has returned to treating common colds and leaving cancer and covid to specialists!
But not so the rest of the KnowAlls!
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One of the saddest pictures I’ve seen in recent times, is the back of a young girl in jeans, head bowed down, weeping over the sliced trunk of an axed tree, her arms holding it tight! That picture was worth a thousand words, because plans for a huge metro project in Mumbai, involving a shed for train cars, supposed to come up in the Aarey forest, was shelved because of that one pic.
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T’was a fancy restaurant we went to, the waiter not only had a stiff upper lip, but same surgeon had turned his nose up in the air too. “What will you have sir?” he smirked.
“Wine!” I said
“Which one?”
“Red!”
“Which red one sir?”
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Was sipping tea in the back seat of my car when my driver suddenly braked, throwing scalding hot tea from my glass all over me, "Sorry sir," he said as he looked in the rear view mirror. I rubbed the hot steamy liquid of my stained shirt, and grimaced with pain as I felt my skin already beginning to burn. "What happened?" I asked angrily.
"Driver in front braked sir," he said.
"But I saw the traffic stopping in front of him, didn't you?"
"I was just watching car in front sir!"
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By Sarpreet Kaur
Geographical transition – A whole new world
It was December and instead of shivering in the hazy fog of Punjab, I was sweating in the sparkling sun of Andaman. That beautiful Andaman where curvy roads caress the wise and subtle mountains like a sari draped on women’s navel. In no time a swooshing sound makes you look on the other side of the road and you will be welcomed by an expanse of the blue sea playing with a yawning sun amidst the orange-red evening hue. The mind is boggled and wonders, whether to appreciate the dense green mountains where birds sang in a symphony or to be amazed by the lullaby waves, played on the shore. This is the world of exhilarating contrasts. This is Andaman.