A rash of sex-scandals have turned out to be dicey diversions from the dour financial scams and the dreary poll din that dog our hours. Snoopgate – the alleged surveillance of a young woman by Gujarat authorities with the blessings of the rulers there – and a sexual harassment complaint by a lady lawyer against a Supreme Court judge were already raging
Master of the Game
Nothing else really matters today, the 15th of November. There is no significance about the date. It might as well have been the 14th or 16th. All that counted was when Sachin would bat and that date would have automatically become an undeclared national holiday.
At home, alone!
Intellect is intact and sanity safe only in physical loneliness. The moment one is in company or before an audience, both faculties exit quietly. Discretion deserts as the gallery gains control; crowd and common sense are mutually exclusive.
