Last week, during my morning walk, I suddenly ran into Bhatia ji. Age had taken its toll, his gait had slowed to a thoughtful pause, and there was a strange sense of relief in his eyes. As we talked, I learned that after 42 long years, he had finally packed up for good and bid farewell to America. The reason was simple: in his sunset years, the fragrance of his hometown's soil had pulled him back.

If India’s democracy is still standing after scams, cyclones, cult leaders and campaign speeches longer than the Constitution itself, the secret isn’t federalism, institutions, or constitutional checks and balances.

Adopted as India’s National Song by the Constituent Assembly in 1950, Vande Mataram was initially composed independently and later included in Bankim Chandra Chatterjee’s novel ‘Anandamath’, published in 1882. First sung by Rabindranath Tagore at the 1896 Congress Session in Calcutta.

Once, our lanes hummed with ‘Ram Ram’ and ‘Adaab’. Now, they crackle with expletives so inventive they'd make a gangster blush.

Our cynical neighbour Sharmaji was lamenting how the old circus troupes had vanished. “In our days, there was Kamla Circus, Oriental Circus, Gemini, Apollo... Oh, what fun! Clowns, elephants, acrobats!” he sighed.

Despite numerous efforts, the captains of India's current political system have not been able to free themselves from Mahatma Gandhi's life ideals and Gandhian ideology. Congressmen never truly embodied Gandhi's principles, and Hindutva thinkers have been irritated by the name Gandhi since the beginning.