When the winds of change threaten to invite anarchy within its midst my tri coloured flag flies high in the sky putting to shame all superficial claims to maintain democracy. When the winds of change entice a generation too chilled out to feel the pangs of democratic labour then, my national flag rustles quietly in… Continue reading What We Can Do
The bald head, those branded spherical spectacles, the white loin cloth and that lean long stick - we identify so much with all those that symbolized freedom. ...... Even today, when all seems lost when law and order is just a line on paper, when conscience is only a fashionable word to decorate self help… Continue reading If He Could, We Can!
He died today, uttering the Lord's name. An Indian shot by another Indian. I stand corrected. A great old gem of an Indian shot by a man, an Indian misled by his unjust beliefs. Okay. The man must have had his problems but, even after so many years, I still mourn the loss of the… Continue reading The Grandfather I Never Had!