Besan Ka Halwa

Days Underground #31 27th June 2018 It's my 5th world cup supporting the German Football team since I first got hooked to the genius of Miroslav Klose.  I declared a few weeks back, even though thinking of Philip Lahm's and Klose's absence, that I will get rid of my beard after the Germans defend the cup.  It's been a horrible outing for these guys this time. The nail biting finish against Sweden gave me hope.  But today, the country of K-Pop managed to pull off a 2-0 and the fates of the team and my beard have been sealed.  Dear sis clicks the moment and relishes my uncomfortable smile.  But the positives remain:  1. More time for mains preparation. 2. After Klose, I have found a new inspiration in the world cup: Luka Modric.  I switch sides to Croatia after attaining the same amount of facial hair as Modric. Days Underground #32 July 2018 This is what my newspaper notes looked like. One liners. Just like puns I guess. I am

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Once Upon a Time in Delhi, I typed these Inglourious Notes to break the monotony of preparation.

"May the (truth) force be with you!"

  "Jab CRITICALLY ANALYZE kiya toh darna kya?"

^Yes, that's where Haider did 'Bismil, Bismil.' Ab padh lo.

['Jammu Bandh' is a serialized novel written by Vikram Grewal. It is published periodically on the blog 'Besan Ka Halwa'.] Synopsis August 2013: The question of religion had never bothered Ishwar, for since the beginning he had been a man of science. He felt safe behind the towering shelves of his college library, interminable streams of chemistry equations and endless piles of incomprehensible notes. Away from his habitat in Delhi, he finds himself thrown into unfamiliar territory- the disturbed city of Jammu, currently simmering on the flames of communal clashes in Kishtwar. His scientific theories seem redundant and inapplicable as he encounters tranquility and violence spiraling into and from each other in the city of temples. Temples and mosques; questions and answers. Monsoon is when it rains a little more; pains a little less. Entropy pervades and chaos takes control.                                                    Prologue It’s someone