“If you think you're too small to make a difference, you've obviously never been in bed with a mosquito.”

Quite often I see people who don’t want to be noticed. It’s not that they are not noticed, it’s just that they feel that by blending into the background, nobody will be aware of their existence.

How much money did it take for so many MLAs to cross the floor, betray their leader, betray their voters, forget their ideology and run to the other end of the country?     

I wonder what people do with so much money? I mean you get a crore that’s a lot of money, ten crores that’s really plenty, but fifty crores, a hundred crores?

Just before the Roman empire started cracking and falling apart, the Romans got so used to a sensuous life style that because they loved the taste of good food, they had a room in which they went and vomited their food, so they could continue gorging on the other delicacies they could now afford.

A year ago, on that morning of July 5th in a hospital in Mumbai, a voice spoke, “You’re free Father Stan!”

 “Free? How can I be free, I’ve been languishing in prison for over eight months! Hey!”

 “What?”

 “Ha, ha, ha,” giggled the slim and slender road as she shifted from side to side, “somebody’s tickling me.”

 “They’re digging on either side of you,” I said, “they’re broadening you.”

 “Oh my, oh my is that what they’re doing,” cried the road in sudden despair, “why ever would anyone want to play with my figure, I love looking slim and thin.”

 “Maybe,” I said, “but the authorities need a broad road, what with the traffic increasing and people wanting to get to places faster than before.”

 “I hope I’m not going to put you and your family to any inconvenience,” I tell my friend as I enter his house.

 “No problems,” for any of us, “We have a guestroom waiting for you!”

I shudder when I hear those words.