As governments in India pass laws on religious conversion, and political leaders create disharmony by talking about allurement and inducement in changing religions, a poor man who had converted from the religion of his forefathers to that of a so called foreign god, stood in front of a judge in a courtroom somewhere in India wearing a dhoti and a torn, worn out discarded shirt from someone else’s wardrobe.

Times will change my friend, and thoughts expressed here today are written for you and you alone. Whatever you are going through now, it will pass!"

These are words of comfort I need to share. Four words, you should engrave upon mind and soul and never, ever forget. Whatever, your situation today, whether you be filled with sadness or despair, whether there is boredom in your life, unease or restlessness, maybe grief, pain or hurt, 'all this will pass'..

My father was a good, honest man with brilliant plans and ideas, but a poor businessman. Maybe there are some people who shouldn’t get into business, and he was one of them, but he always felt it was the city he was doing business in that had to blame for his unsuccessful forays into making a fortune, so during my childhood we trudged from city to city with him, where he opened up his business and finally in frustration emigrated to the US, while I stayed behind.

I sat in my seat next to the window, in the airbus that was taking me from Bangalore to Bombay yesterday, and heard the voice of the pilot over the PA system, “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “We will be hitting turbulence for a while, but trust me, I will take you up, just above the clouds!”

 “Window Opener-Wallah?” you shout across to me, “What exactly do you mean?”

 “Ah well,” I say, “What happens when you open your windows in the morning after getting up?”

 “I let the sunshine in!” you say, looking at me hesitantly.