As science progresses, men are slowly becoming a worried lot as they find women are slowly not going to need them anymore and could one day become pregnant even without their help. “Human embryos without fathers, what’s to become of us?” asked a bespectacled fellow emptying his glass with one gulp.

 “Who’s this rotten scientist who’s doing this to us?” asked a fourth fellow, who was considered a bit of a ladies man, “the other day I was at a party and the chicks were all in a corner and didn’t even notice when I walked in.

In a little village somewhere in the country, the village headman and the assistant headman listened to the huge commotion outside their hut, “The people are angry,” whispered the assistant headman, “They want milk powder for their sickness!”

 “But I gave them one spoon of milk powder!” said the headman.

 “They know two are required!” said the assistant headman, “And there are many who have not even got their first spoon of milk!”

In our country we love to pay little and get much. The mechanic who repairs my car knows this and was at my house this morning and led me to his own garage: "I have made the cheapest car in the world!" he said proudly.

"No, no," I told him patiently, Tata's have already done that and even Bajaj has one on the drawing board!"

"Mine will be priced cheaper!"

Yesterday I went to the home of a friend who had lost her father. I sat in silence and let her cry.

One of the silliest things I have seen at a funeral is someone going across to the bereaved party, holding his or her hand and telling them not to worry everything will be alright!

Everything will be alright?

Even as musicians carefully wrap their instruments in satin felt, and place them inside cases, I urge them to bring them out. In a despairing world, it is art and creativity that shows beauty that will soon be here again, loveliness, that will bring hope into a despairing world.

There is a duty to be performed for the creators of art, for musicians, painters, and writers. Now is the time to bring out pen and paintbrush, now the time for strains of music to lift downtrodden souls.