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The statement you had to hear was “You make your clothes so dirty”… what were we supposed to do, stop the rain, barricade the wind, what were we, Supermen from Krypton.
Vyasa’s epic tale becomes more menacing as it moves from Dvapur Yuga to Kali Yuga. Honor has left the stage; warriors don’t face each other by the rules of war; instead, they scheme via proxies and assassins. At one level, you might think that this is a simple re-telling of the tale in a modern …
(revised with inputs from Mr D H Ashish) For Indians, disparaging the front person is a matter of routine. Every opportunity to sneer at the educational qualifications of the front person is relished, and is to be amplified by gossip sharing the insult with a group of like minded foxes! This vulgar tendency is …
