Though I have visited and holidayed with family in quite a few of the hill stations, the visit I remember so well was the Rohtang Pass in Kulu Manali. The sudden appearance of the mighty Himalayas, peak after peak after peak, like old sages of wisdom, grouped together, not concerned with petty problems below, quiet and solid and reassuring. “Don’t worry Bob,” they seemed to say without looking in my direction, “there’s nothing to worry about that can’t be handled higher up!”

In India, you can build the broadest roads, but it’s such a waste as I found out as three trucks drove abreast on a highway with my poor car unable to overtake, “I’m sure there’s a plot to keep us slow!” I thought and then imagined a ‘Go Slow Driver’s Association!’

The President of the Go Slow Drivers’ Association, a burly truck driver walked slowly to the podium to conduct the meeting as the secretary, a scrawny looking autorickshaw driver ran giggling onto the platform, “The Aims and Objects of our association,” he squeaked. “To drive as slowly on our roads and slow down any driver who tries to overtake us.”

On New Year's Eve, most cities in our country have the highest number of policemen on duty. Because this is one night they are supposed to really work, and that’s not about ‘solving’ a crime, but about ‘preventing’ one. To prevent, police have to depend on eyes, ears and instinct!

How then was a woman dragged twelve kilometres under a car, by four drunk men, not seen by these guardians of the law?

By Nitu Sindhu

Tulsi

Tulsi is the “Queen of plants” and the “mother medicine of nature”. It grows everywhere, in every climatic condition and every soil type. This symbolizes her ability to survive in most extreme life conditions. Among many varieties, the most common is the “Shri Tulsi” having green leaves and “Krishna Tulsi” with reddish leaves.

Tulsi in Hindu mythology is considered a deity with immense power, who protects, conserves and heals. She’s considered as mother of the universe who has power to fulfill all our desires.

It was a strange ride back home one Sunday. The daughters were furious and so was their father; me. Something had happened that we all felt was unfair.

“I’ve been insulted,” said my eldest.

“It’s not fair,” said my younger one.

“I’m going to blast those people tomorrow,” I said to myself.