The other day I watched a wife look after her disabled husband. He was a surly, grumpy sort who did not have the will or inclination to do something to get his limbs moving again through physiotherapy. All he d
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There is a strange irony playing out in full public view, yet many refuse to see it. While the sons and daughters of our political leaders board flights to London, Boston, Singapore and Sydney, to study, the me
He fell! The pavement had been unkind to him, he hadn’t seen the paver block sticking out, uneven, arrogant, catching his worn out, treadles soles and throwing him forward with a lurch. He lay quietly, waitin
One of the most horrifying memories of my early working years was travelling in the Mumbai local trains, hanging on to a metal bar with the desperation of a man who had suddenly discovered how much he liked liv
Poor Santa. This year he really did have a rough time. In malls, at parties, across cities and small towns in India, Santa was thrashed. Parties where he made an appearance were ransacked. Even poor roadside ve
There is a familiar scene in most homes today. A child sits cross legged, eyes glazed, thumb flicking with Olympic precision. The television murmurs in the background like an ignored relative. Parents watch thi
“Now that you’ve retired, Ma, what do you plan to do?” her children asked as she returned home on her last day at the office.“Join the church choir,” she announced, her eyes shining.The children stare-
Politics has always been a curious theatre where loyalty is applauded in speeches but often abandoned in practice. Few episodes illustrate this better than the recent conduct of Shashi Tharoor. He did not waste
It was the tiniest part of the ship. I stood on the deck, looking at the vastness around me, the towering mast, the thick ropes, the heavy iron chains, and then my eyes fell on something so small that I almost-
It was the tiniest part of the ship. I stood on the deck, looking at the vastness around me, the towering mast, the thick ropes, the heavy iron chains, and then my eyes fell on something so small that I almost
There was a time when power announced itself softly. A calm voice. A measured reply. A smile that said, I am not threatened by questions. Those days seem to be slipping quietly out the back door of our Parliame-
It is easy to say, ‘surrender to God’. It sounds noble. It sounds spiritual. It sounds like something saints do while glowing softly under a halo of warm light. But let me tell you, surrender is rarely that
This year at the Christmas fairs, was it my imagination that made me notice something unusual? Instead of drifting lazily from stall to stall, shoppers were huddled around the cake counters with the seriousness
No invite for Rahul at the Putin Banquet last week.The news channels buzzed like bees around a honey pot, reporters breathlessly repeating the same line as though they had discovered a new planet. No invitation-
There was a time when peace meant something beautiful. It meant neighbours chatting at the gate. It meant children playing cricket without worrying about which side of the street they lived on. It meant laughte
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Chaos reigns in the skies. Delayed flights, stranded passengers, cancelled schedules, and angry crowds waving boarding passes like protest flags.As I watch this spectacle, a thought tiptoes into my mind.India h
There is a magical moment in the life of every old housing society, especially in cities, when tired walls suddenly begin to glow like gold. Paint does not do the glowing. Nor does mopping the staircase or repl-
The Prime Minister spoke a few days ago, standing tall and confident at the start of the winter session, and he asked the opposition to set their negativity aside.It sounded wonderful. It sounded noble.I almost
Two days ago, my wife and I took a ride on the metro to the city and had our favourite Malabar parottas in a restaurant at Flora Fountain. In the next table a pretty girl, waved her flashy coconut oiled hair, a-
How often we long for a life without problems.And what a terrible life that would be in reality. I once read that when people go through depression, psychologists give them activities called problem solving. Th
