Swami woke up one day after his leave was approved counting his blessings and realised that the tally did add to something that was not insubstantial by any means. “We have each other for company first,” he told Jigneshbhai and me. “And I have a boss like Raichand who gave me a week of leave … Read more
“I am going to apply for police security,” he announced. Jigneshbhai and I almost spilled our coffee in surprise. After his recent experience at the cinema where he had got into an unnecessary brawl with the man in the seat in front of him, Swami was convinced that society had become a dangerous place. Swami … Read more
The one thing Jigneshbhai likes is a quiet life. He is not the kind who gets restless and worked up when there is not much happening. Give Jigneshbhai his daily freedom, his daily work and his daily food, and the company of a few loved ones and friends to talk with, not all the time … Read more
“It is quite extraordinary,” Swami said as Puttuswamy drove past Town Hall, “that whenever I do some research on a medical problem before going to a doctor, the symptoms I read about suggest that I have got all the diseases listed in their most malicious form.” Jigneshbhai realised that Swami and his Google doctor had … Read more
“Today is Friday, so let me wear casuals to work,” Swami thought while having his breakfast. The sun was bright in the sky and Ghatembur had risen to a pleasant Friday. Like most mornings, it was a hurried one for Swami, though being a Friday, it was slower than normal. “There’s nothing new in the … Read more
I have never woken up a single day of my life thinking that today I am going to protest. Actually, there haven’t been many things in life that I have felt like protesting about. The same holds true for Jigneshbhai. He likes a quiet life and doesn’t have much to complain about. So, that makes … Read more
“Swaminathan, Swaminathan,” the shrill voice said. Everyone, even those not named Swaminathan, looked in the direction of the voice. It appeared to have come from somewhere outside the café. “Jigneshbhai, Jigneshbhai,” the howler shrieked at the top of his voice. When we turned to our right, we saw a man waving his hands about twenty-five … Read more
The one thing Jigneshbhai likes is a quiet life. He is not the kind who gets restless and worked up when there is not much happening. Give Jigneshbhai his daily freedom, his daily work and his daily food, and the company of a few loved ones and friends to talk with, not all the time … Read more
At 9 in the morning, the door of A13 Vrindavan Park opened, and a happy man in his mid-forties stepped out. “Good morning,” he said to the familiar traffic constable at the crossing. The policeman acknowledged the greeting. He continued using his whistle with skill to guide the traffic. “Move fast,” the traffic constable shouted … Read more