As I hear rumours that the government, if voted to power again, will change the secular nature of the country do realise we will only have ourselves to blame for this future mess as what is being used by these cunning politicians are the very prejudices we have for each other’s race, colour or religion.

"He is a Punjabi," somebody shouts with disdain.

The house with a flag flying atop it, looked with disdain at the neighbouring home, with no flag on it, “No flag?” it asked.

“It’s an invisible one I fly!” said the home with no flag, “the people within my house don’t need a flag above expressing what they believe in but believe it should be expressed through their lives!”

The flag on top of the house waved slightly unsteadily at the thought, even as the home which flew the flag asked roughly, “And what kind of lives should those that live within you reveal that manifests itself in the invisible flag atop of you?”

When doing my brisk walk every morning I keep my earphones on and listen to either good music or an inspirational message or sermon. Quite often I don’t take them off and as I sit in my garden later and sip my coffee I continue listening to what I’d put on.

Today I switched them off, and felt the gentle sound of the rustling leaves above my head, the deep throated cry of a strange bird that was also looking curiously down at me, and then felt the touch of friendly branches caressing my shoulders, and leaning across I sniffed their woody heady scents. 

This happened a few years back when I flew back home. While meeting friends in New York, many would tell me how they longed to visit India, “But your flights are so long!” they groaned, “Seventeen long hours! How do you manage?” Well I’ve managed pretty well, I must say, and quite often have been upgraded to business class, which meant luxury seating and extravagant service, otherwise I’ve found myself occupying a whole row of empty seats where I could stretch out and read or sleep.

But one time as usual I prayed, yes prayed for a comfortable flight!

“These judges,” swore the village chieftain as he stood at the edge of his village along with his deputy and looked back at the village they ruled together, “something is wrong with their vision!”

“I totally agree,” said his bald chief, “When almost the whole of our village agrees with our policies, these judges are turning to be a pain in the….”