Plead My Cause..!

Whenever people feel cornered, they immediately begin searching for someone powerful to stand up for them. A political party. A famous lawyer. A celebrity. A wealthy businessman. Someone who can speak louder than their opponents. It is rather like the little boy who, after being bullied in school, ran home…

Mere Spectators in Football…!

“Yippee!” screamed my neighbour. I rushed to his house in the middle of the night, thinking the municipality had finally filled the pothole outside while the city slept “Yippee,” he cried again, staring at the television. “Argentina won!” Outside, the pothole continued widening. The street was flooding. A motorcyclist had…

The Umbrella Economy…!

The interview began brilliantly. “So tell us about yourself,” asked the HR manager. “I have a Master’s degree, an MBA, and five years of corporate experience.” “Excellent. Any special skills?” “Yes, sir.” “What are they?” “While holding an umbrella, I can jump over potholes carrying all my office files, and…

Tilting the Balance..!

“Grandpa, race you to the gate!” My grandson had already disappeared down the garden path before I had even decided whether my knees were willing to negotiate with the rest of my body. I took exactly three enthusiastic steps, heard something creak that had not creaked before, and wisely changed…

Disbelieving the Loot..!

“I don’t believe it!” The gentleman folded his newspaper, which showed that his Ram Mandir trust had been systematically looted, smiled confidently and waved his hand dismissively. “Impossible,” he said. “People are just spreading rumours.” I have noticed something fascinating about us. We do not judge news by the evidence….

His Hug makes Sense….!

There is always one emotional scene playing out at every airport and railway station. A young man rushes towards his grandmother, drops his luggage, throws his arms around her and hugs her as though the last ten years have disappeared in one glorious squeeze. Nearby, a mother clings to her…

Flying the White Flag..!

There was a time when the very thought of my children settling abroad filled me with dread. “What if somebody troubles them?” I would wonder. “What if they fall sick? What if something goes wrong? What if they need me?” As fathers, we have an exaggerated opinion of ourselves. We…

Who Owns the Footpath..?

I have finally discovered why Americans don’t walk. They have no vendors on their footpaths. I went for a morning walk in a little American town and was quite disappointed. There wasn’t a single man selling roasted peanuts. Nobody offered me sunglasses, socks, mobile covers, balloons, tea, vada pav or…