Have been watching our foreign minister, with serious, unsmiling, professional face, meeting world leaders, and having our newspapers report, how he’s told some world leader off, or put some other diplomat in his place, and we applaud, forgetting our news will never report the response he’s got, or mention how other countries view our policies.

And he’s been making some strange bedfellows; two of them, Russia and Iran.

Two months ago, Krystyna Pyszkova from the Czech Republic clinched the Miss World 2024 title at a grand ceremony held in Mumbai, but today I remembered my Miss World:

She lived behind my house in a hut for just a year. She was the leader of her little gang. I’d watched from the window as she led that gang. They walked cautiously past ant hill, where she told them wide eyed, a snake lived, she walked first, bravely, but I knew her heart was in her pretty mouth. She showed them nests where strange birds tried to blend themselves into thick foliage, but her quick eyes spotted those evasive feathered friends, and her gang gained from her keenness.

There’s a soft terror that’s going unchecked in our country! As I watch politicians in our country speaking what they want and getting away with it, I’ve often wondered how they get away very often with murder? I’ve realized that as long as we have a system where courts take fifteen or twenty years or even a lifetime to decide an issue, there is no parameter or boundary which the politician won’t transcend! The only fear the politician has is that of the law and if the law takes this long to act, then there is really no law.

Singing in one of the best choirs in the country and under the illustrious Coomi Wadia, I think I have been spoiled silly. A point she emphatically enforces is that in case a choir member makes a mistake during rehearsals or even during a performance no other member is to turn around, correct the person or even show disapproval. With this beautiful, but simple rule, members of this secular choir sing out, make mistakes, get corrected only by the conductor and learn to sing vibrantly, harmoniously and produce great music together!

It was a gathering in the country of a billion and a quarter,

There were murmurs and sharp words, but no smiles, chuckles or laughter.

The people were fed up, all those who’d gathered there,

“What did you do for us?” they cried to those who sat on the chair.

“We gave our vote, and hoped that you, would do something for us,

We were impressed by dreams you sold and all the other fuss.

You said there would be jobs and perks, for all of us today!

But looks like all we ever saw, were your smirks coming our way!”