And, for one more Saturday, a few stray thoughts and a few general opinions and a few points of view (all my own work):
Like I have given up forecasting when the monsoon will end. Every Saturday I forecast that it is the end of the monsoon season and by Monday it starts raining again.
Like, this Saturday I say, it will end when it will end. Have patience,
Like I have started to wonder if we are not missing the wood from the tree, or the tree from the wood (I can never get that right). The CBI should concentrate on one major case against Mr. Narasimha Rao, instead of investigating a whole lot of insignificant issues such as accepting bribes from acharwallas, giving bribes to Jharkhand-wallas, and influencing consuls to attest documents.
And I think the public is getting a little tired of all this: either deliver or let's move on to the next government.
Like the person who seems to have suffered most is Chandraswami. All the others are out on bail or anticipatory bail, but the godman is locked up and the key thrown away.
Like the new catch phrase is: public outcry.
Like there are people who drink country liquor, people who drink Indian whiskey, people who drink scotch bottled in India, and people who drink scotch bottled in Scotland. Which category do you belong to? Write, and let me know.
And I will scream the next time a Scotsman comes around, dressed in his tartan kilts, and starts talking about the virtues of his whiskey. It is like Mr. Manohar Joshi talking of the virtues of jhunka bhakar. Both are good in their place and do not need recommendations.
Like you can say whatever you like about Mr. Pramod Navalkar, but one thing I will tell you. He is one minister who can give up his ministerial bungalow on Narayan Dabholkar Road and come back to his chawl in Girgaum without regrets.
Like doors open and doors close. You can now visit Tibet, but you cannot visit Afganistan.
Like, in my opinion, the only man of God on this earth is the Dalai Lama. Not the Pope, not Mother Theresa, out own godmen, I shall not even consider in this category.
And the only plce on his earth where you can find peace and tranquility and can communicate with your God is Kedarnath. Not Badrinath, which is crowded and noisy and filled with pilgrims, not Pandharpur, which is like a bazar, and not the Vatican, which is like a museum.
Like we should win against the Australians cricketers, and in the traingular tournment with South Africa, and that is because we will be playing at home. And there has to be something more than just alien wickets and weather for our poor performances abroad.
And this final point of view:
That the question remains: Is it wood from the trees, or trees from the wood?