Heart vs Mind, and The Shame that is a Wilful Country

A strong title, eh? Read through.

So well, I was late for this meeting at an uptown hotel tower at Goregaon East. I had been on time, but the uptown tower had run out of parking space. So I had to drive my wheels out of the complex and scout for a parking space. By the time I found one, I was pretty late. Excuses galore. Bottom line: late.

As I was striding towards my destination, a small boy accosted me. He had a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke to me:

‘Sir, shoes polish karwalo’

I looked at...