So, we got a wooden trolley from a friend in Rajasthan. It arrived in a cardboard box. Immediately, the styrofoam and plastic were removed and stored for recycling and the box was used to take a class in drumming.
To me, it was just magical to watch her in her elements, looking at her with amusement and a kind of awe, wondering how much joy may be derived from an empty box and how much I need to learn from a 5-year-old.
Suicide, the ultimate rebellion, the final act of non-cooperation, isn't something to be laughed at. It is heartbreaking to see it being ridiculed by some people I truly admire (who I'd have presumed more empathetic than that) to counter some other people (who are known…
VERY interesting!
Back in December 2012, when the Nirbhaya protests erupted across the country, I wrote this and discovered it only in reference to something else I was looking for.
When's the movie coming out?
How many of us can be Ravish Kumar? I, for one, can't. Of course, I can't, and won't ever be Rajdeep Sardesai. I'd probably be more like Prannoy Roy.
We all have a limited fount of courage. Each of us knows where that limit is. Notwithstanding our public posturing.
