Before you brand me an “urban Naxal” or a member of the Tukde-Tukde gang, let me give the details of my great Hindu credentials. You can make out from my name and occasional tilak on my forehead that I am a devout Hindu. While still in my early teens, my father insisted that I should recite Durga Saptasati on all nine days during Durga Puja every year. I learnt Gayatri Mantra before I learnt the alphabet.
Being a staunch Shiv Bhakt, the chant of Om Namah Shivay comes naturally to me on all occasions – good, bad or challenging. Namami Shamishan Nirvan Roopam is my favourite hymn, which I leant from my grandfather even before I had started going to school.
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