As I heard about the very rude and crass speech by a member of Parliament, hurling abuses on another member because of his different faith I realised what’s missing are gentlemen! And so, at this time when we as a nation have become intolerant with each other, with politicians insulting one another, with barbs, scorn and crass words, we should hear a story of how Gandhiji as the tale goes handled a biased gentleman: 

The story goes that when Gandhi was studying law at the University College of London, there was a professor, whose last name was Peters, who felt a certain animosity for Gandhi, and because Gandhi never lowered his head towards him, their "arguments" were very common.

The car ahead moved forward, I followed and there was a screech of brakes as a vehicle from the right narrowly missed hitting me. I looked at the signal, it was still red. I had followed the car in front blindly without checking to see whether the signal had turned green.

I had blindly followed a leader.

Most of us go through life, thinking we are God’s gift to mankind or is it woman kind? We strut around, swagger and feel we are indispensable to home or company. “What would my family ever do without me?” we wonder, little realizing that they could manage pretty well without us.

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled in over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits.

Since I do a fair amount of traveling the world over, I have a tendency of comparing the different airlines I fly with and have been disappointed and also pleasantly surprised by various experiences I’ve been through. Finally, I’ve come to the conclusion, it’s not so much about how new or old the aircraft is, but the service delivered by the crew that matters.

Yes, I agree that having a million movies to watch when you switch the screen on board is exciting, but to have an air hostess or flight steward asking whether you’d like to have something more to eat or drink, can win your permanent loyalty for that airline.

This happened years ago when my dog Jeff was alive: A moth, one of those huge ones with big eyes, flew from somewhere and sat on my wife’s side of our bed, a little away from me.

She screamed out of fear and with a panic stricken face jumped towards my side of the bed. Her reaction was contagious, and my daughters also started doing the same thing. My wife finally managed to push the moth to another corner of the room.

Now, it was the turn of my daughter to continue the drama. Then Jeff rushed to the rescue.