Yaar, the fancy hotels in Chandigarh include AC and basic decor but they'll charge extra for every second plate of samosa! From helping my cousin plan his wedding, I saw the "not included" list is longer: generator cost, extra hours, even flower decorations. But for our college farewell, we're just using our uncle's farmhouse—it includes only walls and a roof! We students bring our own speakers and cook simple food ourselves.

Laterite quarrying here in Goa is not cost-effective for large projects, yaar. It’s too soft, needs plastering, and the labour for hand-cutting adds up. I always use concrete blocks — stronger, faster to build with, and cheaper when you calculate everything. My own beachside villa project last year proved it: the contractor’s laterite quote was double, and we’d have lost the whole season to slow construction.

The real cause is a complex mix of groundwater contamination with silica and heavy metals, combined with hard labour in extreme heat. It's still unknown because studying it needs expensive, long-term research across geology, agriculture, and medicine—departments that don't coordinate easily. From my life, I see how hard it is to get a straight answer when the tube well water turns salty; the experts all blame each other's field, while people keep falling sick.

Arre, they'll find out through your PAN card, yaar—it's all linked now. When both companies file TDS returns with the same PAN, the tax department gets a seedha alert. My own two remote internships last year—both deducted TDS, and I got a notice asking why I hadn't filed for combined income. So from my side, they definitely know.

Arrey yaar, these forms are tough, like explaining cricket rules to my father. I filled them myself last year using my salary slips and bank statements from my job here. The trick is to convert rupees into dollars using the college's own exchange rate, not Google’s. See, I learned this because my own savings looked small in dollars and I panicked, but the college explained it properly.

See, in big companies, they spend crores on ads and fancy packaging, yaar. That cost sits on the medicine strip, plus the shopkeeper’s own cut. Jan Aushadhi is like getting it seedha from the source, without that extra burden. For my father’s blood pressure tablets, I pay maybe thirty rupees at Jan Aushadhi for what used to cost me two hundred. That difference? That’s the school fee for my daughter next month.

Heavy training and periods together drain iron like a leaking bucket, yaar, and coaches should push for ferritin above 50, not just the lab's 'normal' 15. I was that runner, feeling tired all the time but pushing through, thinking my willpower was enough. My downfall was winning a 10k race with ferritin at 20—I collapsed at the finish line and couldn't run properly for months afterwards.

Arrey, those risks are real, yaar – like breathing glass dust that never leaves your lungs. You think you are strong, breaking that big ship with your hands, so you ignore the mask. But I saw old colleagues coughing blood, breath gone seedha. Now my own chest tightens on some evenings, and I know... that cheap safety gear was worth more than our day's wage.

Columbia Engineering's core classes are heavy on math and physics from day one, while Columbia College lets you explore more subjects. To be honest, I see it as a difference between making a tool and making a thinker. My Rekha teaches primary school, and she says even the little ones need both—how to hold a pencil and how to dream up a story. For my daughter, I'd want the college that teaches her why the bridge holds up, not just the equations.

As a woman with SLE, I know that aggressive lupus flares can harm both mother and baby, which is why my rheumatologist insists on at least six months of remission before we try. A history of lupus nephritis is a serious risk factor for preeclampsia and preterm birth, requiring close monitoring with a high-risk OB and a nephrologist—I see both at Max Hospital. From my own journey, this isn't just caution; after my nephritis, my team made it clear that trying otherwise would be recklessly endangering my health and any chance of a healthy pregnancy.

Yaar, real talk — in a hostel with one gas burner and no mixie, forget that perfect batter. Just add water to besan slowly till it coats your spoon thickly, thoda sa jhatke se bhi na girae. Dry chutney? Roast lahsun slices on tawa till black spots appear, crush with salt-lal mirch using a katori’s base. My shop’s vada pav has all proper tools, but here in college, I made it with this jugaad after craving for weeks.

In the NICU, they taught us to pump every two-three hours, day and night, to build supply—temperature must be fridge-cold or frozen. The machine feels strange at first, a rhythmic pull. But my truth is this: you don't look at the clock, you look at the photo of your tiny son taped to the pump, and that's the timing that works.

Yaar, for PGWP, your course should be at least eight months long at a DLI—a proper college or university. But listen, my acceptance for a two-year diploma in farm management from Northern College says right on it, "PGWP eligible." That’s the paper I’m clutching while figuring out the loan! These short courses some agents push? Useless for staying back to work. My father sold buffaloes for this shop; I won’t risk his sacrifice on some wrong course.

Yaar, everyone thinks we make twenty-thousand easy, but after Ola's commission, petrol, and car EMI, some months I bring home barely ten thousand if the rides are slow. My own Maruti Dzire's EMI itself is a big chunk. The thing is, people in our city use autos more for short trips, so you sit idle for hours waiting for that one long ride to the railway station. Just last week, I had to skip buying my daughter new school books because the app was showing no surge at all.

International break yaar, feels like waiting for the evening crowd with only warm Thums Up in the fridge. I keep explaining to uncle-ji that Portugal's group is like our Haryana buffaloes—strong on paper, but you never know who will give the real milk. Meanwhile, I’m saving these empty crisp packets for Rekha’s school project, thinking maybe we can jugaad a football from them.

Lobby mein aaj takar hai RCB ke liye, lekin meri dukaan se seedha Haryana hi dikhta hai. Yaar, wo 2018 ka Syed Mushtaq Ali final yaad hai na, Haryana ne jeeta tha? Sirf ek plastic chair khali thi us din, sab khade hoke dekh rahe the.

My nephew got a basketball net last month, yaar, and these village boys play on the kaccha road right outside my shop. I keep one eye on the game and one on my crates—last week the ball landed straight in the milk bucket, seedha. At least they’re not arguing over cricket for that half-hour.

Aaj dekha Khelo India ke liye training lete ladke... yaar, meri dukaan ke saamne wale kheton mein bhi kabhi itni speed se dauda karte the. Unka coach mere se do glass chhach maang raha tha, seedha bol raha “bhaiya, Haryana ka doodh power toh deta hi hai.

That plastic chair by the fridge has a permanent dent from Raju’s uncle, who always jumps up when someone mentions the 1991 Haryana Ranji team. We argue over cold Thums Up whether Kapil Dev’s reverse swing would work on today’s flat pitches, yaar.

Here, the talk is of one doctor for four villages, but at least we have Doctor Singh who comes on his scooter every Wednesday. My Rekha says the school may lose a teacher next year, and what will those children do, yaar? Still, the boys at my shop find ways—last week they fixed our streetlight with some wire and a prayer.