‘What were you doing at 23?’ is the wrong question doing the rounds of social media (no doubt after some military officer put out that he was at glacial heights commanding 120 men guarding his country’s borders).
‘What would you do if you were Shahrukh Khan?’ is the right question.
Indeed, ‘What would you do if it was your son who was caught up in a drug bust, or in fact, in any illegal activity?’ is an even better question.
Also, this age question is stupid. What was Tilak or Gandhi or Akbar or Shivaji or Alexander or whoever doing at 23? And what were you? Comparing yourself with someone just to kick them when they are down is sociopathic behaviour. And by the way, what was your father doing at 55, in that case? Surely not worth a thousand Crores and living at Land’s End in Bandra. So, cut the crap.
Anyway, I’ve had enough of this game. I am tired and wish to sleep. Let the law take its course. I hold no brief for SRK or SRT or any random retired General or whoever else’s names are being dragged into the mud. I don’t even like any of these gentlemen I am spending so much time defending. Nor am I being paid. They can afford the best defence the world has to offer. They don’t need me. And I don’t need them. I don’t like them professionally. I don’t like them personally. I don’t like them politically. I don’t like them socially. Why am I even doing this? Time to stop.
Perhaps I should end with a simple message that seems to have been missed by all concerned: In drugs and sex, the users are usually victims. They need counselling and medication. They need sympathy and understanding. They need to be rescued. Not prosecuted. The perpetrators are always the suppliers. Look at whoever is making money off the trade, whether of drugs or of sex. That is the party that needs to be pursued and made to feel the long arm of the law and the gavel of justice. Not the victims who are suffering from that party’s pursuit of profits. Thankfully, we have learnt this about the sex trade in the recent past. Much of the civilised world has even accepted this truth about drugs too. Maybe our society will too one day. Hopefully soon.
That’s all from me on this. I’ve had enough. Good night.
P.S: Remember that ‘My parenting is so perfect that my child will never…’ are famous last words.
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This is my space. To ramble, rant, or ruminate. You are welcome to join me. You can see more of me here. I am an IAF+Air India brat (my father and my kid brother, both have donned the wings of the Indian Air Force) growing up in cantonments across the nation, and attending 12 schools before graduating as an Electrical Engineer from Pune University in 1994.
I speak, read, and write English, Hindi, and Marathi (in that order of proficiency), and am very active on social media (mainly Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn and lately, Threads and YouTube too), though I do not engage beyond first or at most second level comments. My philosophy for writing can be found here.
Professionally, I am consulting with young people heading their own startups. If you are a startup and need an impartial Entrepreneur-in-Residence to bounce your ideas off, get practical advice from, and basically have around for the 33 years of hard-earned experience in starting up, running, and even shutting down companies, then I am your man. To start a conversation, mail me here.
Personally, I am deeply and passionately engaged in educating (and learning with) my daughter (who was born on my 42nd birthday!) in a non-formal setting and chronicling her (and my) journey. Indeed, unlike most kids who want to become pilots and firemen, actors and doctors, and so on, during my childhood, when I was asked what I’d want to be when I grew up, I’d always answer, ‘Father.’ So, in a way, I am living my dream. I consider myself the luckiest man on Earth (until life is discovered on other planets).
In my spare time, I love to ride/drive, travel, try different foods, watch movies (I love murder mysteries, war movies, and heists), read (mostly non-fiction), debate, and sometimes play golf or squash, or if it’s low enough stakes, poker.
I am politically promiscuous, in the sense that I do not follow a specific political or social party or leader but, from instance-to-instance, choose the argument (and hence, the side making that argument) that best suits my ideological stance of secular humanism. You can find my posts about politics here.
I love dogs and horses (though it’s been a rather long time since I rode one) and am an avid biker with a Royal Enfield 650 Interceptor, who I call BattleCat III. Follow my travels and travails on the bike here.
About my opinions, they are how I like my morning tea: extra strong, piping hot, somewhat dark, grounded in earthy aromas and spices, something that instantly wakes you up, and served without standing on ceremony.
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I saw that video of the uninformed uneducated uncivilized lady who insisted that Bengalis speak Hindi...while. in. the. Kolkata. Metro! I am rather disappointed that no one thought of singing 'Jana Gana Mana' loudly at that point. It'd have been just perfect.
Was to ride to Kolapur for a meeting. Motorcycle punctured. So, back home to change and take the car. Misbahji says she'll come. So, passing time on Reddit as I wait for her to be ready.
Am amused at the youth today. We were so much more relaxed. And our parents so much cooler!