Every evening, as the sun used to dip and the day sighed its last breath, I used to hear little voices singing in chorus at my daughters homes: Clean up! Clean up! Everybody, everywhere!Its a charming scene —
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It was with deep sadness I read of the death of an aged Indian cardiologist while flying on Qatar Airways. A man who had spent his life saving hearts, lost his own somewhere in the sky. The reason? A meal mix-u
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It was a quote that made me smile this morning. We have to find 'landing ground' for our trade discussions, said our External Affairs Minister, reported The Times of India.Now, in my vivid imagination—one tha
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It was a tragic evening in Bautzen, Germany. A twenty-seven-year-old trapeze artist, flying through the air, missed her hold and fell to her death in front of horrified children and their parents. The big top w
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Its been a strange spectacle, isnt it?Eleven men in blue who carry the hopes of a billion people on their shoulders, but when they walk the field in the Asian Cup, their behaviour reeks not of victors, but sulk
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This morning, as I sipped my coffee and scanned the news, I nearly spilled my hot brew. There on the world stage, strutting about and shaping the destiny of millions, are three young men: Donald Trump at sevent
Today nothing serious okay, just a fictitious tale!Ruby and Jai met in New York.Rubys country couldnt care less what he said; Jais country counted each minute he spent with the other man. Finally, Jai returned
Thapimo SemyPWD Colony, KohimaIt is both a moral obligation and a constitutional responsibility to promote the educational and economic interests of the poor, particularly the weaker sections of society. If the-
Theres something about the word Swadeshi that makes the chest swell and the voice quiver with patriotism. We picture Gandhi at his spinning wheel, khadi clothes fluttering, and villagers proudly making salt. To
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Many years ago, my secretary, who used to travel by the good old suburban trains of Mumbai, told me stories of the strange therapy sessions that happened on the rails. Total strangers, wedged together on a wood
Lets start with an imaginary neighbour of mine. One week she was treating patients with tiny sugar globules wrapped in tissue paper, the next she was prescribing antibiotics strong enough to bring down an eleph-
Lovely weather were having, isnt it?There you go — Ive just started a conversation that would have gone down well two decades ago. Today, if you try that line, the fellow beside you will either whip out his p
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It was just a month ago, I stood at the memorial of the Twin Towers in New York. People streamed in quietly, many carrying flowers, placing them tenderly over the engraved names of loved ones who had perished i
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I opened the paper this morning and there it was—big, bold headlines telling me that Salman Khan had stretched his muscular arms all the way to Punjab. Not to beat up another villain, but to rescue flood vict
Vikiho KibaIntroduction: When Protests Become a Battlefield. The idiom biting the bullet signifies the endurance of pain with courage. In Nepal, however, this phrase has acquired a grim literalism. When student
Last week I wrote about people who played second fiddle and changed the world, but alongside that had written another about many who pretend to play second fiddle and find it convenient to remain doing so, beca-
I am inside the Chicago aquarium; one step inside and I am five years old again—nose to glass, palms flattened, dignity floating away like a bubble. A ballerina-jelly swirls past; a moody grouper regards me l
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So, the GST Council has decided to simplify our lives. Yes, you heard right—simplify! Out go the old four tax slabs, in come two: 5% and 18%. And for those who like their pleasures with a little indulgence—
Tanveer Singh As the planet struggles under the weight of 40+ billion metric tons of CO₂ emissions in 2024 alone, and an ever-rising energy demand, the search for smarter, leaner solutions has never been-
Ive always been fond of John. Short fellow, yes, but he somehow looked taller than most—on stage, in a crowd, even over a steaming cup of cutting chai. People said he wasnt good-looking, but Id seen enough pr
