Not Goodbye but Good Morning..!

It’s a strange feeling, this thing called goodbye. Not the kind you say at airports—those are often filled with soggy handkerchiefs and promises to stay in touch, which evaporate faster than a politician’s promises after elections. No, I’m talking about the kind of goodbye that sneaks up on you while…

Are You a Perfect Pest?

You there! Yes, you—you who are politely reading this over a cup of coffee. I have a question for you. Have you ever been called… a pest? No, no, not the mosquito type, or the neighbour’s kid who presses every doorbell. I mean a perfect pest. The sort that causes…

Bridges Going Nowhere…!

“Interesting sculpture,” said a friend a year ago, as we drove past the Gokhale Bridge in Andheri, Mumbai, while pointing to the long cement arm reaching out dramatically into thin air, seven feet above the road, like some Olympian gymnast frozen mid-vault. “That’s no sculpture,” I muttered. “That’s a bridge.”…

Dare to be Aligned..!

This Saturday, I’ve been asked to speak to a gathering about my book DARE. Now, you’d think I’d strut in with a PowerPoint presentation, a rehearsed TED Talk tone, and the swagger of someone whose book has changed the world. No, I plan to do something far more dangerous. I’m…

Holding Onto Their Chair..!

Every now and then someone tells me with eyes wide and voice reverent, “You know, that national leader is old and still works twelve hours a day!” I nod solemnly, as if they’ve just informed me that said leader is personally holding the Earth’s orbit in place. And then I…

Blessed Are the Peacemakers…!

As fighter jets roared above and reports of “skirmishes”—because no one wanted to call it a war just yet—filled our newsfeeds, WhatsApp groups, and dinner table conversations, it was easy, almost fashionable, to pick a side. And by “side,” I don’t mean our country. That’s a given—we stand by her,…

From Meows to Mighty Roars…!

Yesterday, as I sat across from an old friend—one of those easy chairs-and-chai sort of friendships that stretch across decades—he dropped a little news bomb between bites of samosa. “She’s pregnant,” he said, smiling. “Who?” I asked. “My daughter.” And just like that, I was no longer chewing on samosa,…