Wrecks and Our Ambitions..!

Sometimes, when the Wi-Fi is down at a seaside resort, and the coffee tastes suspiciously like punishment, I stare at the ocean and wonder if there’s more beneath the surface, and oddly enough, my thoughts sail straight to shipwrecks. Yes, shipwrecks. Not the ones caused by WhatsApp groups or political…

Why China..?

Just when I thought I’d figured out our foreign policy—a headline in today’s paper left me scratching what’s left of my head: Defence Minister Set to Visit China to Rebuild Ties. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for building bridges. But building one back to China, right after they…

Just Enough for God..!

It happens every Sunday. The bold are bustling, the extroverts elbowing, and the spiritually self-assured are busy sitting in the front pews as if God had given out VIP passes. And there, somewhere in the shadows of stained glass and holier than thou looks, is that quiet someone. You’ve seen…

Grounding the Dreamliner..!

So now, NDTV says, they’re talking about grounding all Boeing Dreamliners flying in India. Yes, the same plane that evokes dreamy sighs from frequent flyers and mild envy from budget travelers. And while one part of me says, “Yes, safety first,” the other part—a slightly more cynical fellow who sits…

After Seeing Them Off..!

There’s a peculiar silence that follows a goodbye. It’s the kind that lingers in the air long after the honk of the cab has faded or the aircraft has vanished into the sky. A quiet emptiness that whispers with hope, ‘they’re on their way now.’ But what happens when that…

Automatic Doors After They Are Dead..!

So, the Railways have announced—with the solemnity of a priest at a last rites service—that they’ll finally install automatic doors on Mumbai’s local trains. Not before the tragedy.Not to prevent it.But after four lives were crushed, mangled, and tossed aside like used tickets on a Mumbra platform. Only then did…

Servant Leader or Supreme Ruler?

It was like watching a low-budget remake of a despot’s courtroom drama—except this wasn’t set in some banana republic or fictional dictatorship. No, this bit of tragic theatre played out in the sterile, overworked corridors of a government hospital in Goa, where the stethoscope is mightier than the sword—except when…