Missing The Woods For The Trees
I am one of those who supports the “overreach” of the higher judiciary. When the executive under performs consistently, someone has to overreach, and…
A Time To Speak Out, A Time To Be Silent
Sometimes it is best to work in silence, using the tools you are familiar with rather than picking up the tools of your enemy: fight on your own turf, not on that of your adversary.
Five Years Through A Blogger’s Looking Glass
Editors of newspapers and magazines today are more like censors, toeing the political line of their proprietors, dishing out packaged meals – the customer has no real choice. Television anchors are cacophonous megaphones of the powers that be, but do not see.
This is where the blogger comes in – not subject to any editorial restraint, or the tyranny of TRPs or readership numbers or commercial imperatives, he can record things as he sees them and speak from the heart. He may be right or wrong, but the reader at least gets a frank opinion, and can make up his own mind, not have it made up for him by a slanted news item or a mercenary advertorial,
Takeaways From The Tirthan
The lemming instinct or phenomenon, the “herd instinct” as it is better understood, can be better appreciated in anthropomorphic terms such as “keeping up…
Dhan Ki Baat
I should have listened to Mintu, ten years my senior, way back in 1973. If I had, I wouldn’t be living in a village…
The Presidential Sucker Punch
All hail to the little big man from South Block! What Mr. Pranab Mukherjee delivered on the evening of the 7th. of June at…
BJPs Final Pincer Strategy
General V.K. Singh has certainly had the last laugh on this one. Remember how we all bristled when he called journalists “presstitutes”? Turns out he was dead right, as the latest multiple stings by Cobrapost reveals.
It’s Time For Governors To Fade Into History
After the disgraceful conduct of the Karnataka Governor in the recent elections in that state one is forced to ask the question: do we…
Shimla – Fading Beauty, Abiding Charms
Shimla’s charms have not lapsed with the passage of time and still have the power to take us back to an age when life moved at the pace of the hand rickshaw, and the quality of life was measured in simple pleasures, not the mixed blessings of the Internet Of Things.
Pardon Me, Sir, But Your Halo Is Slipping
Halos are tricky little buggers, especially if they are self acquired and not ordained by a higher force. For one, they don’t go well…