The WhatsApp War..!

Every morning, as the sun peeps over our confused democracy, a silent war begins. Not at our borders, not in Parliament, but in the palm of your hand — yes, that unassuming rectangle known as your smartphone. While I sip my coffee and reach for my newspapers, elsewhere, warriors have…

Say Cheers to Our New Leaves..!

The peepul tree that towers over my house and garden had been shedding its leaves with a reckless abandon only nature can afford. For days, I watched, sipping my morning coffee, as the once-proud canopy thinned into a gaunt skeleton, each bare branch waving forlornly in the breeze. It was…

The Whistle of a Bullet..!

So, this morning while sipping my sugarless coffee (doctor’s orders; doctor being my wife), I kept reading all the horror that has just happened leaving twenty- six dead. And of course, the usual statements from leaders saying “We strongly condemn…” Yes, that’s terrorism. Loud, brutal, explosive. Makes the news anchor’s…

The Khaki and Khadi Dance..!

The headline that day screamed across the newspaper and smacked me harder than any police lathi ever could: “Inspector Tukaram Kurundkar had been awarded the President’s Medal.” A fine achievement, you’d say—until you read the fine print. The man was under suspension. For murder. Not of a stranger in an…