By Sunil Saxena The distance from my home in Noida to the Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi is around 35 km. On normal days, it takes a little over an hour to reach the airport. That is what I had factored when, recently, I went to drop a friend at the airport. I…
By Sunil Saxena Is life a series of random events? Or is there some hidden order to existence? All of us have been through situations that we cannot explain. We call them coincidences. We try to rationalise them. But is there a larger intelligence at play that we cannot see or understand? Does creation have…
By Sunil Saxena The year was 1998. I had a new job profile — to coordinate and move news reports across 19 editions of a multi-edition newspaper. In a year’s time, I was completely burnt out and looking for change. As luck would have it, I got an offer to head a newspaper in my…
By Sunil Saxena The proof reader was well past 60. His regular tenure had ended when he turned 58. After that, he had received two extensions of a year each, and a decision was pending on his third extension. It was at this time that I joined the newspaper where this proof reader had worked…
By Sunil Saxena I wish someone had told me what it is to be a journalist before I took the plunge. I had just turned 21 then, and of all the careers available to me, journalism seemed the most beckoning. It could help me realise my dream, which was to become a bestselling author. My…
By Sunil Saxena India is a land of mystics, godmen, astrologers, palmists, face readers, palm leaf readers and many more. You see them sitting under trees, on pavements, under tin sheds and in marketplaces. The smarter of them have graduated to the television screen and built large audiences. Those who are tech-savvy push their unique…
An old man with wispy hair and wrinkled skin Sits by the fire, with a twinkle in his eye Thinking of the love that he’s known within His heart still beats with a passion that doesn’t die *** His wife, his partner, his rock and his friend She’s been by his side through thick and…
By Sunil Saxena The idea of leading a retired life rankled initially. I hated being reduced to the ranks of “their time is over” workforce. One day I was a productive member of the society. My colleagues and my team looked up to me to take decisions. Next day, I was living on pension. It…
By Sunil Saxena Back in our teens, life was beautiful. There were heartbreaks, but there was love also. Every day was radiant, beautiful. Most important, our bodies were young. My heart would pound whenever a beautiful girl passed by, even when I did not know her. There were stealthy glances, and hope that next time…