Cerebral Chatter

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Lights! Camera!! Action!!! ‘Welcome to ‘Cerebral Chatter’ I am Druv, and our guest tonight is…………


Darn!!!! This fame is driving me insane. Here I am, haunted by my job (especially my last interview)! Alright, I made it big. Alright, I am considered one of the best in my craft. Agreed, my chat show has garnered extreme interest and flak.


Yes, ‘Cerebral Chatter’ is a T.R.P booster for the channel, an ego enhancer for me.


It isn’t always easy to interview people. You research, you judge the interviewee even before you meet them. Then you bombard them with questions, appear commanding, authoritative and correct. The interviewee succumbs to the pressure, reveals the damaging truth or gives indecisive answers. Some, on the other hand, accept your challenge sportingly. They charge the dialogue with their steadfast beliefs and honest work.


All this was an adrenaline rush! I loved the glory and the grime, at one time. Not now. I can’t sleep. I live in this vacuum of shame and guilt. Is it over? Am I done?


Whenever stressed, I write to him. What numerous psychologists and therapists could not do for me when I was lost, this email writer did.


My parents wasted hours and funds. I remained wild, high on substances until I found this email friend who charged Rs 500 (with student concession), a month by bank transfer. Now I pay him Rs 10,000 a month. I have continued the subscription because I cannot do without his guidance.


I pay my therapist by bank transfer, never meet him.


I write to him, sometimes we audio-Skype. Yet I can boast that he cured me of my cocaine addiction, supported me through my numerous breakups and helped me come up with the concept and title for the show- ‘Cerebral Chatter’.

(I emailed him..)

Mr. Therapist=On-line One-Liner.
I am sorry. I didn’t know.


The subscription guarantees communication. If required it allows unlimited chat within 3 hours of sharing a problem. Like always, he replied.


Dear Dhruv,

You have nothing to apologize for. You were doing your job, just like I have been doing mine. Your thoughts are correct. People like me have no reason to live. I did not deserve the mercy of the Indian Penal Code. Recognizing some hope in my appeal, the President of India absolved my death sentence into life imprisonment. Luckily I served 10 years instead of 14. At 32 years of age, I re-entered the society. I was still the boy who had killed his parents, his sister and his niece. I was still the boy who had sold off the jewelry, ransacked the house for some pieces of cocaine.

I did not want another 'me' in this world. To redeem myself, I rehabilitated and educated myself, through books and self-belief. The jailer helped me complete my higher education in psychology. In the outside world, no one wanted to hire me. The prison stint was all they saw, not my capability. I I hired my own self. I used technology to reach people like me, possibly change their lives. And now a self-help book. Yes, it’s earning the right amount of interest after our interview. Your show has hyped the attention. Feel pleased. You are going to help me sell more books than you can imagine.

Life gave me a chance, Dhruv. I took it. Now because I will be more famous than you are; how about I give you a concession? For the monthly counseling subscription, how does Rs.9500 a month sound  😉

Take care,

On-line One-Liner.


Lights! Camera!! Action!!! ‘Welcome to ‘Cerebral Chatter’ I am Druv, and our guest tonight is President Of India, Mr.Narendra Modi…….


Yes, I am back to work!


He made me stop judging myself and others. My online counselor has given a new meaning to my life, a new admiration for the society and a unique affection for myself. Today, after about 12 years, I really looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw there made me proud. I saw a kind, successful, happy man. Oh! Did I forget to mention, drop dead handsome?


Yes, that’s me.


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