Hope ‘Don’t lose hope buddy,’ my friend says. ‘Things will fall in place somehow! Just hope for the best!’ ‘Damn right, I should,’ I retort back as I cut the call and ask the Uber guy to switch on the air conditioning – oh, sometimes you have to ask for it, believe me. When you’re an adult male in your mid - twenties and still unsure of how it all will turn out to be eventually, hope isn’t really any help. Or even if you’re anybody struggling with your daily life and fair share of uncertainties and emotions – which each one of us, somehow is – things like hope, just don’t matter. I try to keep calm, and the taxi zips through the city as we pass by a billboard sign for an election campaign with Mr. Rahul Gandhi as the poster boy. And suddenly I’m enlightened by his genuine insights on how our country functions at one of his recent speeches. What good times to live in indeed! All hail Dynasty! All hail nepotism! (No Kangana ma’am these aren’t my thoughts, I just
