𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒎 𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒐 Several lifetimes ago, forty years to be precise, I was the bank manager at an isolated (at least then) location in the North-East Indian State of 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, not far from 𝐌𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐫 (only, it was called
Giving Even What One Lacks Oneself
The glorified philanthropy of the present day does not impress me much. Software magnates, e-commerce tycoons, wealthy bankers, sleazy government contractors, stock market wheeler-dealers, and other such billionaires doling out millions to soothe their own consciences or buy prestige and
Dulce et Decorum Est
Call it pareidolia or what you will, but the clouds over my residence this afternoon appeared to be an ominously accurate representation of my horror and intense grief – nothing less – over the events unfolding in Ukraine, especially because
Nikol for the Nobel!
Eleven years ago, on the 9th May 2007, before a group protesting the jailing of a political prisoner, the impassioned speaker told the assembled crowd, “Victory is not achieved at once. Victory is achieved step by step.” The speaker was
The Guru and the Gun
There was a time I envied American children at school. The freedom of dress and opinion; The yellow school bus at the doorstep; The gym and sports and, most of all, The swanky halls of learning. We were regimented in
In Praise of Creativity – SUMMERSALT
Meeting former colleagues, especially the like-minded, is always a pleasure. In the second week of my vacation here at the hill-station of Shillong in North-East India, I was delighted when Mr. Kit Shangpliang, a colleague from a decade and a