Gerald D'Cunha

  “I want to change things for good; But, sometimes, for things to get better, they first have to get worse.” Becky Moynihan   S ome six months ago, when the Covid situation was still at its cradle stage – as far as our county was concerned – most of us had no hint about the kind of disruption it would cause to our lives. Now, after almost six months, when we look around us, yes, none has been spared… Life has been disrupted for each and every one of us. Those who have lost their jobs, and those who haven’t yet, yes, all of us are anxious… Governments and the armies included… The richest and the wisest included… The God-men and the nastiks included… But, then, I wonder: Whatever happened to the ‘New World Order’, that many kept prophesying about? I t’s for me to see if the world within me has started witnessing a new order. It’s futile to ask, if it has happened for others, too. The mass disruptions of any kind seldom leave our lives unchanged… This Pandemic i...

“Comfort zones are plush-lined coffins. When you stay in your plush-lined coffins, you die.” -  Stan Dale   A very dear friend of mine called me, a week ago. It was night time, and my friend wanted to take my advice on starting a new venture. He is in his mid-forties and blessed with a well-paying job in one of the multinationals. But, as it happens to most of us, my friend, too, has come to a point where the job has just become the proverbial milk-giving cow that keeps him alive… and dead, both! My friend, like most of us, is experiencing that familiar fear of losing his source of income – the cow – and, is unable to decide: to quit the job and follow his heart… Or, to quit his dream and simply stick to the job… I remember my early days in Mumbai… I, too, was an eternal dreamer. I was endlessly reading Napoleon Hill’s ‘Think and Grow Rich’ when I had no job, no money and no clue about the next meal. Napoleon Hill knew the importance of one’s abi...

A lady had this crazy habit. Every day morning, as soon as she was up from the bed, the first thing she did was to point at her neighbors’ windows to her husband and yell, “Darling, darling, look at their window-glasses; so dirty they are… I don’t know when the lady of the house cleaned them up last.” Yes, this used to be our lady’s ritual, every morning… Her husband, obviously, was fed up with his wife’s obsession with their neighbor’s windows. He had tried to dissuade from doing it, but in vain…And, so, the darling- darling ritual would continue for a long, long time. Then, one fine morning, our lady excitedly was screaming at the top of her voice, again, “Darling, daring,” she pointed to the same windows, “look, at last, they found time to do the clean-up… Can you see the difference, Honey?” And, the Honey smilingly let his sweetheart know this, “Yes, my love, I can see the difference, “but, you know what, this morning, I rose a lot earlier a...

For the past one week or so, many of my FB friends and their friends – in fact, the whole world – had been spreading the message: ‘Kill Kasab’! Well, I did not register in my mind what that message actually signified, nor did I send it to any of my FB friends. Then, last night, I came to know from someone from my Society that the death sentence had been served on Kasab. The man who told me this was very happy and proud. “It is the end of terrorism,” his relieved look seemed to tell me, “All our problems are now over.” About two years ago, I had blogged on the subject. “We have pinned high hopes on Kasab,” I had written, “that, when he is hanged, the terrorism would come to an end… that, we would be able to live peacefully!” Now, this man, Ajmal Kasab, is going to be hanged. So, the terrorism is going to go from   our land… there will be peace! Is it something like that? “Kill Kasab!” I still wonder what that...