I want to be a winner. Badly. So badly I can taste it.

The scariest situation for a husband (or a boyfriend) is to suddenly be confronted with that one little question for which they are never quite prepared. 

Too much seriousness is a killer. Just think about it. Every day when we wake up in the morning, newspapers, television and the Internet assail us with stories of untimely deaths, unacceptable corruption, unmanageable population, unwanted systemic failures. Should these stories turn into permanent residents of our mindscape, our smiles would disappear for eternity. Preoccupied with what is spiritually emasculating, the mind will be unable to respond to the little joys of life. Is this what we need? I don’t think so. I don’t think anybody does.

Time has come to raise a toast to Indian celluloid that's a century-old. It's a moment of great national pride and glory for all cinema lovers. Significantly, completion of 10 decades of movies is creating a buzz in the land of cineastes.

Satyameva Jayate went on air today and the cyber world is full of comments about the pros and cons of doing such a show, its format, its timing, its tone and delivery etc. I thought I would focus on the intent of the show and see what does it mean for us as Indians to do a show about our issues?

For as long as I can remember the underbelly of India has been the domain of foreign documentaries, foreign journalists at times enamored by the India is so poor and so exotic routine. I don't mean it as a derogatory remark about the quality of research done by foreigners. I am only saying we have by and large looked at ourselves from the lens of others.

With the American economy still stuttering and eurozone is in deep fiscal distress, the centre of gravity of global power and business is shifting eastward towards Asia. Here, there is, in varying degrees, growth and prospect of more growth. More importantly, there is hope, something which is in short supply, in many parts of the rest of the world.