The sensational special court judgement in Jayalalithaa wealth case is a watershed. But it is the post-verdict scenario that stumps our senses. The reactions and arguments that are on parade since then raise more questions than the verdict itself does.
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The gene of entrepreneurship is deeply embedded in every Indian. Bharat had embarked on an industrious journey even in ancient times when societies were primarily agrarian.
I love technology and gadgets. That is, I love saying and believing I love technology and gadgets. This despite not understanding the objects of my love much. But then, is that not true of many things we love and is not all fair in love? Anyway, the passion for these new-fangled concoctions and contrivances is not just because I want to feel fashionable and trendy. Technology today defines our very existence.
The election battlelines have been drawn no doubt. But it is a rather hazy line that hardly delineates or divides anything. Despite the bugle having been sounded, warring troops are still shuffling in and out of formations with the poll call only setting off skirmishes within several party ranks. The battlefield instead looks like a chaotic arena that you see in sci-fi movies wherein a voltage trip triggers a jarring clash of metals amidst jaded robots, ending in a jumble of twisted debris.
No doubt, as CAG, Vinod Rai’s staggering estimated loss of Rs 1.76 lakh crores stumped the nation and put spectrum at the top of the heap of the sackful of scandals that marked Singh’s sleazy sojourn in power. But are we surprised by his recent ‘revelation’ that the ‘PM kept quiet even as the 2G scam unfolded?’
I am not an early riser. The sun always beats me at it. So, morning walks are a non-starter. But I do walk into the sun-sets, not just to bid goodbye to the sustainer of life on earth, whom I failed to welcome, but also to keep fit. And also because evening walks are entertaining and even enlightening exercises.
Counting the roadside idols on Pillayar Chathurthi (PC) day … night, rather, has always been a favourite pastime of mine. Driving around town and stopping by every few yards for a window darshan and a hurried salute is truly an exhilarating experience.
I was born in 1964 and so were many of my childhood mates. How do friends and our families, near and dear of all ages and sizes, celebrate the golden jubilee, which of course is a gift of God and by no means ‘our’ achievement? There has to be fun and fellowship; ‘kick’ and kummalam; heady stuff and heartfelt solace; tears from nostalgia and naughty jokes alike; leg-pulling and back-slapping.
At first sights it seemed silly why everyone got so worked up over the dhoti issue. But since everyone is so worked up, there must surely be something behind all that silliness. After all, the matter has dogged the judiciary and legislature and bogged down the media for close to a week. Above all, I am basically a dhoti guy at home and at home in dhoti in public places too. Yes, I have no choice but to wring up my dhoti in all righteous indignation and spring into action by jumping into the ring.