Ashwathama – koshering my chimera

Hi there, yes, you the avuncular or say those haggard fatherly types. Tired of your doctor breathing down your throat to cut down drastically on your drinks? Well here’s your go-to watering hole offering a wide range of on the house options that literally refuse to dry down. Don’t get hassled by the heavy title of this book; it’s only a ploy to lucratively package an otherwise indigenously fermented and distilled liquor tastefully indulging your long suppressed emotions and longings.

As you delve into, this book may gently croon either that perennially lingering musical piece ‘Aaye tum yaad mujhe, Gaane lagi har dhadkan, Khushboo laayi pawan, Mehka chandan’ or the ever so subtly melancholic rendition ‘Karoge yaad to, Har baat yaad aayegi, Guzarate waqt ki, Har mauj thahar jayegi’ or say that ever so memorable song vocalizing lament ‘Dil dhoondhtaa hai, Phir wahi fursat ke raat din, Baithhe rahen, Tasawwur-e-jaanaa kiye huye’. Rather all of these combined together with a garnishing of THAT INFAMOUS ASHWATHAMA EPISODE INSPIRED EMBELLISHMENTS is what to me encapsulates the spirit underlying this book, with the sole aim being to stir somewhere a catharsis for my very own age cohort to whom I wholeheartedly dedicate with all my warmth, affection and fellow feeling a collection of these incoherent and chaotic thoughts.

Come and simply embark upon a voyage that once again touches those halts which at some point meant a world to us. So break free and just enjoy the cool breeze cajoling your hair as you unwind those decades long fatigue beset with that masked nihilism. So, welcome aboard and fondly sink into that nostalgically familiar bright yellowish Pushpak glider while randomly flying over from one watering hole to another literally reliving the bygone era.