Gary Becker, the Nobel laureate in Behavioral Economics describes family as a little factory in which husband and wife are specialized producers of complementary household goods; women equipped for rearing children, trade home production with men, who’ll specialize in...
PROMOTING THE FALSE EGO“Is it not time for the hearts of those who believe, should tremble at the remembrance of Allah and what We’ve revealed of the truth? Or have they become like those who were given the book before them. A long time passed over them and their hearts...
{I’ m croaking! I’m croaking! (another frog ’well of course we’re frogs!’) No, I’m dying! I’d my fortune told! (‘oh, well I’ll help you with that…. hits him in the head with a rock and knock into pond….now your fortune was...
People know who they’re and why the traffic is stopped and roads cleared…..a huge cavalcade of hooters and a pilot car clears the route. Cars with red lights and sirens are theirs. Commandos that guard them……. ranging from ‘X’-‘Y’, ‘Y’-‘Z’, and...
As if the month of Ramadan were going to be there to the last syllable of recorded time, many of us disinclined Roz-e-daars would conjure nightmarish visions of the mind boggling hunger/thirst pangs and the brute curfew on the freak outs. Hot, scorching Ramadan was a desert...
Control-freak wife doesn’t let you out of her sights before she’s approved what you’re wearing, how your hair looks, where you’re going, and when you’ll be home—and then she’ll still check in with you by phone a dozen times while you’re out. She’s not...
(‘Ask not for whom the horn honks, it honks for thee……’ John McCarthy) I’m on the road, chilling out, minding my own business and then suddenly there is a volley of Hooo…aaaa….ooonks …. I turn back and see a Car wallah honking horn, nobody...
“Is it not time for the hearts of those who believe, should tremble at the remembrance of Allah and what We’ve revealed of the truth? Or have they become like those who were given the book before them. A long time passed over them and their hearts became...
The steel frame of rising power men (and women) who decide the fate and fortunes of people is increasingly looking like a soulless greedy herd. Even when we live in the global world of internet and e-governance, the huge unwieldy mainframe beasts hold all the aces to cement...
Way back in 1980s, masjids (we’d only few) would largely remain unattended, except of course during Ramzan and on Fridays. Bey-nimazees nonetheless formed a God-fearing lot, who lived a life of virtue and were largely contented with their ‘haakh-batta’. They won’t...
‘Samandari gaad…! Panjaabi gaad…! Zoumba gaad…!’ A sudden loud outcry from the unruly pack of teenagers, loitering at the street corner, in a wanton mood, filled the atmosphere. The lantern-jawed forty something, returning from the workplace felt awkwardly...
In the late 1970s, equipped with the jazzy management degrees, when a couple of us twenty something joined service, the seniors were awed into silence by our wunderkind management jargons, unheard of by them. They’d feel subdued and make a fizzing sound. But then they’d...
In an age where some people show up for job interviews in flip-flops, the imminent death of the tie seems plausible. Men have been wrapping and winding pieces of cloth around their necks for hundreds of years. It's clear that the tie, once the very symbol of the male...
MFN (Most Favoured Nation) status only suggests that member states of the World Trade Organization (WTO) are obliged to extend MFN status to each other for trade purposes and that member country won’t be discriminated with other member countries. The euphoric...
CRAZY FOR MBA In the dismal and distant summers of 1981 when I visited my cousin she gave me to understand that her dear hubby wanted to see me urgently before I left for Delhi. She did not however divulge the reason for the rendezvous. I was urged to wait for them next...
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