The other day, a woman who lives down the road and who appreciates my civic activism but is very critical when I write articles that are not very appreciative of the church, fundamentally speaking, said she had a question for me. The question was “Do I really loved Jesus?” I told I would write a piece confirming that I do, and listing the reasons for it. (more…)
When I think of my days at St Xavier’s College I cannot but connect it with the time I got engaged to a city girl from Bombay in 1956. My fiancée invited her best friends to meet me at her home in Mahim.
When they were leaving I overheard them saying “Are you sure that you want to marry a guy with a receding hairline and an “anda-gunda” accent? (more…)
She stood there in her yellow dress, a wild flower growing astonishingly in a field of cacti, bramble bush and wilted shrubs. Or so it seemed to me, that unforgettable evening, more than 50 years ago. (more…)
For some time now the world has been living in the shadow of the leadership of people like George Bush and Tony Blair.
One, the leader of the most powerful nation in the world and the other the leader of a much admired nation. Admired for its democratic parliamentary system, its outstanding judiciary and it is multiculturalism.
Nearer home we have a Prime Minister of the highest integrity, a competent economist whose dithering on important issues and whose weak, mumbling personality behind the microphone have driven B schools to get the best scholars to research the new meaning of leadership. (more…)
