I am sitting across the external for my PSM viva, answering his all-important questions about life and its prevention, and all my mind registers of the situation is: Hey! Doesn’t he look like Payal’s husband from Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi?
2 years I’ve spent trying to keep Park at bay. Every time I read the lame opening lines to each topic, I controlled the urge to bang my head against the wall or mutilate the book (hard-bound nonetheless). Yet I noticed it as it changed colours and told me surreptitiously about all the greed, incompetence and cultivated stupidity that went into the failure of social programmes in the past 60-odd years.
All that ends well may be well. But my normal curve finds PSM outside the ‘confidence limits’.
The only end to it is its prevention.
