Indian cricket, I had heard a few years ago, was against modern technology that would reduce human error when it comes to umpiring decisions! Howzat! They would prefer the men in white coats to remain on the field. They would prefer to see his spiraling finger declaring them out or not out. They would prefer the suspense of wondering whether the umpire had heard the snick from their bat as the appeal from the wicket keeper for caught behind rises up in their ears!

Very often I meet people who tell me, “If I wasn’t sickly, I would have done well in life!”

Or it could be, “I wish I was beautiful then I would have succeeded in whatever I put my hands too!”

Or, “Do you know what it is to be short and not be tall like others?”

Let me tell you my dear readers that it is easy to write about certain issues, but quite often it is difficult to practice what you preach, and one area for me was forgiveness. One day a friend of mine, heard me angrily talking about someone who had done me harm. At the end of my angry talk he turned to me and said, “Bob, you need to forgive!” “But I’ve been insulted,” I said angrily and heard his silence, and in that silence I knew how weak I sounded.

Many decades ago my father, a businessman, decided to start exporting handicrafts to the USA. He went to the emporiums and shops which had the items, found out who the people were who were making it, and sent samples to the States. He was soon flooded with orders and asked the craftsmen to work hard and deliver the required numbers.

It was at my cousin’s office in the business district of Mumbai decades ago that I met him. He was, according to my cousin, a star salesman, “Hear him Bob,” said my cousin, “He has the gift of the gab!” Which meant he could talk fast and easily because words came out of his mouth faster than a race car. And like a race car, he looked good, and his manner, charming.