
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…

Why Terrorists Use Terror..!
It was a gentle morning, the kind where birds sang despite traffic, and the chaiwalla smiled despite inflation. And then—boom! Not just the sound of a bomb, but the shattering of peace, the unraveling of normalcy, and the beginning of what the terrorist truly wanted: fear, division, and a society…

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…

Motormouth and the Judges..!
Ah yes, our very own Motormouth—what would television do without him? Or perhaps a better question—what would the nation not hear without him? Silence, maybe. A bit of peace. Possibly a complete sentence! Every day, he pops out of his studio like a jack-in-the-box wound too tight, and lets loose….

The Train is Coming, Boys..!
Two years ago, I found myself flanked by some of the sharpest minds of our times— Gopalakrishna Gandhi, Gandhiji’s grandson, whose calm intellect could humble a storm, Vijay Amritraj, who’d volley words with the same finesse he did tennis balls at Wimbledon and Shashi Tharoor, who spoke online, with his…