He was resting at the well. I knew he’d sent his followers away, to get a much needed respite away from his busy schedule of teaching and preaching and healing. But as his head touched the side of the brick wall, a woman appeared. I knew who she was and tried to shoo her away. He was a holy man, and she a woman of low repute.

“He’s resting!” I whispered to her, “Go away and draw water from another well!” But like all women of such character, women who had no respect for reputable men like me, she did not heed my voice and went to the well, waking my sleeping Lord.

I love reading the comments for my columns from readers, and something I’ve noticed is that there are readers who get motivated by the inspirational columns, and others who say, ‘it can’t be done!’

There’s a picture I saw in a magazine, it showed two passengers in a train, one man was looking out and up at the tall, snow- capped mountains and smiling. The other man was looking down at the floor of the train and frowning angrily.

This is not a time to crow.

Though the galvanising of thought and ideas were hugely successful, though the Constitution of the country has been saved, yet it is not a time to crow over one’s victory.

There were many who dreamt of a Rajya that would be of one religion superseding others. There were many who dreamt of being the first among equals, and their dreams have been gently laid aside by the electorate, but that doesn’t mean we who laid such ideas aside, crow over this.

It was a tight slap on the actress that left its mark!

An act that should be condemned, however much we try to justify the reason behind it. It was not done by some angry member of the public but carried out by one in uniform who was supposed to guard and protect citizens.

A guardian of the law, broke the law.

Many years ago, I attended the court hearing of a friend, and managed to get a seat in the courtroom. I sat with my legs crossed, as I normally do, till I found a policeman at my elbow, brandishing his lathi at my legs, gesturing for me to uncross them.

“Was I being disrespectful to the honourable judge by sitting with my legs crossed?” I asked a High Court judge later at a more friendly gathering, “No,” she replied smiling, “Disrespectful to the law of the land!”