It was midnight when the watchman inside the beggars home heard the sound of sobbing outside. He peered through the old rusty gate and found a well-dressed old man lying crumpled. “What is it you want sir?” asked the sentry, “I want a place to stay!” sobbed the old man….

Quite often when I see leaders, both political and corporate, moving around haughtily, looking at the common man with disdain, I think of the thousand rupee note: The thousand-rupee note stared at me from the gutter, its eyes bleak and bleary, “How could this have happened to me?” it cried,…