It beats me, we haven’t beaten Covid yet. Everybody but everybody has a remedy for it, and most of them who have found one, call me up to suggest how they’re beating the virus, “Have a hot water bath every two hours!” says a friend.

It was on one of these Zoom calls that this pretty friend asked, “What’s with the beard Bob?”

“I’ve always had a beard!” I replied quickly.

“True, but you’re suddenly growing it longer!”

- Sheriar Nooreyezdan

Just as the birth of a boy in the prison of cruel king Kans, and of a son in the home of a humble carpenter in Bethlehem augured  the glorious dispensations of Hinduism and Christianity, so  did the births in Iran, of the Bab and Baha’u’llah, signal the auspicious dawn of the Baha’i dispensation. Born on two consecutive days, 18th and 19th October, two years apart in 1817 and 1819, the Baha’i community is celebrating their 201stand 203rdbirth anniversaries in centres across the world.

While thinking of my late mother I remembered a conversation I’d had with her: ‘Bob d’you remember the times Dad carried you, when you walked with him on the hills?”

“Yes, ma,” I’d said.

And as the nation with a sense of shock finds a state governor deriding a chief minister, calling him ‘secular’ I foresee a situation like this arising: “Ma,” cries a little fellow, as he returns home from school, “Today a boy in class uttered a bad word!”

“Bad word!” screams the mother, “and did the teacher punish him?”