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"It's not like you haven't been here before. Anyway, this is my mental attic, where I keep my trash and once in a while trek up here. You are welcome, but try not to disturb things around. "

i asked my mom Sunday, September 04, 2005 | Comments:

" Mumma, can we just change our surname to Kothari? I mean all the official records already have that; so we wont have to make an application. and wherever it's not, we'll just stop pointing out that it's KOHARI and even while copying down from a sheet or Excel, the poor clerk will subconsciously do the needful! just accept it and move on..;. thats what the world wants us to be! so we will be.... once a month or so, instead of having our prayer sessions, we'll have a get-together where we will remind ourselves that we are actually koharis, but for the outside world we remain koThari.... our generations will not know about this, so they wont have to face any denial. Much like they do with the american presidents about the UFOs...."

my mom just looked at me for a good 45 seconds. i think she was trying to remember the address of the hospital where i was born.