People kill people. Guns don’t.
True. Packed with harmless powders lying lazily behind cold metal, they are just a little device of hammers and springs that doesn’t do anything on its own. Sold in swanky showrooms where they are laid out enticingly under the glare of piercing lights that reflect off their polished bodies, they are just as innocuous as your shiny figurine of the Spider man. Yep, they are slick, super sexy toys. Big men love them. Kids love them. They are cool to have
A few months back, I was driving a Hyundai Eon (fortunately) on a small town road with my father sitting beside me. At a traffic signal, I slowed my car to a crawl and steered it towards a gap between… Continue Reading →
I have a colleague who always gets unfair treatment. The guards at the office gate salute him (the only other people the guards salute are the ones who are ‘powerful’ enough to decide the guards’ fate). When there is no… Continue Reading →
When I see a lot of my friends share anti-Amir Khan messages on their FB walls and keep spreading messages on Whatsapp to boycott his or Shahrukh Khan’s movies, I can’t help but wonder how many of them really took… Continue Reading →
Sample this: A group of very loud Indians crowd the lobby, climb over one another inside a circular cane chair that looked particularly photo-worthy, take many pictures, selfies and groupfies and whatnot. One of them, a pot-bellied middle-aged guy in… Continue Reading →