Category: Opinion

 I watched Hanuman Ansh recently. And I enjoyed it. Now I am waiting for I Play Rocky. On the surface, that probably makes no sense. One is a film inspired by Neem Karoli Baba — about bhakti, seva, surrender, compassion and finding something larger than yourself. The other, judging purely from the trailer, is about an unknown Sylvester… Continue reading The Spirit to Fight

Every newborn should come in a box. White. Minimalist. Premium. On the front: HUMANDesigned by two people. Manufactured locally. And on the back, in very small letters: HANDLE WITH CARE. Because that is exactly what we do. The child arrives naked, confused and screaming. No Gorilla Glass. No IP68. No warranty. No cloud backup. And… Continue reading D (AI) Hard or HANDLE WITH CARE

Have you Seen the Die Hard Series? If John McClane were looking for a job in 2026, he would probably be rejected. HR: Are you AI-native? McClane: No. HR: ChatGPT? McClane: No. HR: Claude? McClane: Who’s Claude? HR: Gemini? Agents? MCPs? Vibe coding? McClane: I have a walkie-talkie. HR: Unfortunately, John, we’re looking for someone more future-ready. And that, I suspect, is roughly where… Continue reading D (AI) with a Vengeance

How an anime girl accidentally made me investigate what Delhi’s constables eat I had a question this week that I never expected to ask. How much does it cost to feed a Delhi Police constable? Not train one. Not recruit one. Not give him or her a uniform, lathi, barricade, wireless set or instructions to… Continue reading ₹150, One Piece and the Nutritional Security of Delhi Police

I was born 73 days before Emergency was decleared in India ( Thankfully, it was no emergency for my mother, I had a natural birth). My first and second birthdays were “Emergencies”.   During this time there was a mass campaign for Vasectomy. Miraculously! 70 days after the Emergency, my younger brother was born, who grew… Continue reading Kranti Bhi Do Yaaro

The Deewaar insult worked because Vijay was being judged through his father. His father’s past was stamped onto the son. Obviously SIR isn’t Deewaar, and electoral eligibility isn’t inherited from your father. But the form can create a wonderfully Bollywood-esque feeling: Why am I suddenly investigating Papa to establish Bhaskar? I am an Indian citizen today. I have… Continue reading From “Tera Baap Chor Hai” to “Tera Baap Roll Mein Hai?”

There was a time in India when Cash was King. Not metaphorically. Actual King. He lived in a brown leather wallet, travelled folded inside your pocket and occasionally emerged smelling of sweat, petrol and paan. You bought samosa — cash. Pooja ke phool — cash. Auto — cash. Driver salary — cash. House-help salary — cash.… Continue reading UPI: Pehle Pyaar Hua. Phir Shaadi Hui. Ab Maintenance Maang Raha Hai.