Plead My Cause..!

Whenever people feel cornered, they immediately begin searching for someone powerful to stand up for them. A political party. A famous lawyer. A celebrity. A wealthy businessman. Someone who can speak louder than their opponents. It is rather like the little boy who, after being bullied in school, ran home…

Mere Spectators in Football…!

“Yippee!” screamed my neighbour. I rushed to his house in the middle of the night, thinking the municipality had finally filled the pothole outside while the city slept “Yippee,” he cried again, staring at the television. “Argentina won!” Outside, the pothole continued widening. The street was flooding. A motorcyclist had…

The Umbrella Economy…!

The interview began brilliantly. “So tell us about yourself,” asked the HR manager. “I have a Master’s degree, an MBA, and five years of corporate experience.” “Excellent. Any special skills?” “Yes, sir.” “What are they?” “While holding an umbrella, I can jump over potholes carrying all my office files, and…

Disbelieving the Loot..!

“I don’t believe it!” The gentleman folded his newspaper, which showed that his Ram Mandir trust had been systematically looted, smiled confidently and waved his hand dismissively. “Impossible,” he said. “People are just spreading rumours.” I have noticed something fascinating about us. We do not judge news by the evidence….

His Hug makes Sense….!

There is always one emotional scene playing out at every airport and railway station. A young man rushes towards his grandmother, drops his luggage, throws his arms around her and hugs her as though the last ten years have disappeared in one glorious squeeze. Nearby, a mother clings to her…

Who Owns the Footpath..?

I have finally discovered why Americans don’t walk. They have no vendors on their footpaths. I went for a morning walk in a little American town and was quite disappointed. There wasn’t a single man selling roasted peanuts. Nobody offered me sunglasses, socks, mobile covers, balloons, tea, vada pav or…

Even the Potholes Are Laughing..!

The minister leaned back in his oversized chair, lifted his cup of tea and smiled. A terrified official burst into the room. “Sir, another bridge has developed dangerous cracks.” The minister took a leisurely sip. “So?” “People are furious, Sir.” “So?” “They’re asking who is responsible.” The minister laughed. “Responsible?…

The Missing Link..!

As the US celebrated it’s 250 years of Independence, I watched dramatic pictures of fireworks accidentally setting parts of the 143 year old Brooklyn Bridge ablaze. For a few anxious moments it looked frightening, but the fire was quickly brought under control and, thankfully, the bridge itself suffered no structural…