What is IPL? This question has multiple answers – it is a business for the team owners and the goons, a well paid drama for many (God knows how many) players and entertainment for the crowds thronging the stadiums. Is IPL connected with cricket? Yes it is, just like a big budget, multi-starrer movie on cricket – good script, good direction, outcome known, comedy for some and tragedy for the rest.

Sometimes life catches you unawares and tickles you so hard you fall off your perch laughing. When it comes to comedy, real life at times far out scores the best Bollywood comedies. Let me narrate one such real life incident which happened in a remote hamlet in Champaran District of Bihar. I am not naming the place to protect the identities of the characters involved.

My nephew, daughter, and son-in-law stand on the cross-roads of their lives. Today I have some free time and want to send some suggestions to my kids. However, I am unsure whether they need my advice. As I had read somewhere, Dad’s popularity with his kids is a variable, like ‘x’ in algebra, which depends largely on how your kids view you. Here is an indicative picture:

It was a lovely morning. I started my car and was about to drive to work when the mobile phone rang. An office colleague was on the line. He started off by saying "Boss I have very bad news." I braced myself, my mind racing through a hundred things that could have gone wrong and responded "What is it?" He informed me that the son of an office colleague had just committed suicide.

I am sitting in my garden next to one of the ponds under the green canopy of trees. I watch the Koi fishes swim around. They collect around the waterfall falling from the rockery next to the pond. I marvel at their vivid colors as I throw food into the pond and watch them explode in a feeding frenzy.

When we talk about the political and social scenario in our country most people react pessimistically. Their pessimism has reached such heights that I saw very few tri-color flags hoisted by people in their homes on this Republic Day.

The shrill tunes of the phone bell drilled it’s way into the layers of my cozy, warmth induced sleep. It was like someone was throwing cold water on me, only more irritating. I tried putting a pillow over my head but my sleep had been infected by the curiosity bug.

When I was a school student, for years we studied a subject named Moral Science. The Moral Science books were full of stories and examples to illustrate what constitutes a good act and what makes an action a sin. They spoke at length about God and His expectations from us, His children. There were Points to Remember listed after every lesson and we were supposed to mug them up.

Recently some of my batch mates of the good old engineering college days got together from different parts of the country and went to our alma mater. They then posted pictures of the institutute and the hostel. It was nice to see my friends after decades. I keep visiting my college off and on. Though I must admit, due to the demands of my job I am unable to visit my alma mater as frequently as I would have liked.

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