My dear Billy,
Did you know that among other things, the Facebook is a platform par excellence on which you can spill your frustrations, disappointments and disillusionments? It also enables you to vomit your spleen and rancour on people you hate and on their community or religion.

My dear Billy,
Most of us wish we lived a life without problems, a life of bliss devoid of daily harassments that come our way and cause a lot of stress.

My dear Billy,
The above title as you know is borrowed from an old song. It suddenly came to my mind last week when the Leader of the Opposition had found a “bourik”—an ass- sitting among his likes in the Assembly.

My dear Billy,
When you wrote your famous phrase, “Frailty, thy name is woman”, are you sure that’s exactly what you were trying to convey? Because today, more than ever, another maxim applies more conveniently to the whole world, “Frailty, thy name is hum.

My dear Billy,
For quite some time now, our indefatigable Prime Minister has undertaken the delicate task of quickly denying many of the things that a section of the local press chooses to publish on him, his party and his government, and which he finds unpalatable to his tender taste.

My dear Billy,
I have read somewhere that education is a lifelong journey whose destination expands as you travel.

My dear Billy,
Our Prime Minister posted a new look during his visit to the Seychelles recently. Relinquishing his formal suit of tie and coat to the custody of his wardrobe, he donned a simple shirt for each of his official functions in the land of the “dalons.” 

My dear Billy,
I’ll start with a little confession. Over four decades ago when I was a student at Delhi University, I had given a twist to the popular proverb “A friend in need is a friend indeed” and had turned it into “A friend in need is not my friend.” I had got one of my classmates to write it down in calligraphy and had stuck it on my hostel wall. The notice was aimed principally at those so-called friends who always came to “borrow” cigarettes which they always forgot to return.

DR JACK KEEL: Our Prime Minister seems to be quite elated by his Seychelles trip.
MR HIDING: And very exhilarated too!
DR JK: What’s the difference?

My dear Billy,
I have had a strong temptation to consider the unhappy Susheela Raman episode as a big storm in a small teacup and to dismiss it lightly as such. But at the end of the day, it has proved to be a strong summer gust, full of heat and dust, which has blown nobody any good.