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[More tales for Anachronism and all us SCM Dollies!]The very mention of Shilpa Shetty floods my head with memories of my journalism classes at SCM.  One could say we expected to learn a lot and pass out as journalists or at least someone who would strive to make a difference.  Well nothing of that sort has happened yet!!!  And ‘can it happen’ is a big question!
Our faculty list consisted of crème de la crème of the journalism world.  Or at least we thought so.  We had S P, P.J and K.S [Note: the names have been changed for my own safety].
I remember that S P had just won the Magsaysay award and our HOD was going gaga over him. He is and was big. Plus he sure is good at what he does. His classes were not meant to be bunked. People from different departments came to attend the class and listen to him. I, like everyone else in class was in awe of him.
We sat like bright eyed girls who tried to take in every little bit of what he had to say.  It began with rural India, moved to Lakme Fashion…

Is it time yet?No. Wait.Wait, for I have Still to hold your hand.To feel the warmth,To connect toMy soul again.My soul seethesWith desire.A desire, soStrong.ToHold you close.To smell theFragrance of yourHair.

'Ignorance is bliss'-- this is such a contradictory statement. Most of the times I would say 'rubbish!'. But now I feel I should have stayed away.
So many questions arise in my mind. How will I tackle this? What should I do? Nothing. I can do nothing about this. Worst of all I always knew it would never stop. How can I trust someone? Can Ieven do that? I am at a stage in life where I have stability. My love life is wonderful. Work is stressful but at least I have one. Things at home are good too.
Then why did this have to happen when I thought, finally things are going to be ok. No more pretence. It will be what it is. No lies. Just being normal. But now this seems like the norm.
I know I can't do much. So I wont. I wish I can just stay away in future.

[confessions of a derelict mind]
I sit at the edge to watch the once empty tub being filled. The water seems to have a mind of its own, seeping into every little cranny. It seems to keep me waiting. And waiting some more. The levels rise slowly. Slowly spreading all over to cover every little space inside the tub. 
The tub is sparkling white, ceramic and cold. Every ripple is visible. The dent caused by the gushing tap is visible. The subtle yellow of the light bulb is visible. But my reflection seems to be lost. The sound of the water drown my weeping heart. Vapours rise. They rise above the tub to permeate in the chill of the bathroom. I step into the hot, almost scalding water. I sit first and rest my face on my knees as the chill within me thaws. The gushing stops as the tap is shut. 
I stretch my legs and lower myself into the water. The mirror on the wall is foggy. My reflection has walked out on me. The water is lies still and me too. I can see it running over my body to cover eve…