17 June, 2021

Tavleen Singh

I think I cannot survive without mentioning the Family. Gosh, I dare not make this confession in public...

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Tavleen Singh
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Phew! How I miss my beloved Davos and the smell of money. Then I return home to the grind, and you know what? I think I cannot survive without mentioning the Family. Gosh, I dare not make this confession in public but only in this secret diary. I gnash my teeth, pull my hair, jump up and down in frustration and then it was back to normal. O, thank you Diary.

Yet, some friends told me I could be overdoing these things. In a recent column, I mentioned ‘sycophants’ nearly a dozen times, announced that Jairam Ramesh was a relatively intelligent sycophant (a bit of an oxymoron there, if you get what I mean), dynasties, empress, frustrated flunky, media sycophants, sick-making sycophancy (solve that!). It was quite tough competing with NaMo in ‘Operation Abuse’. His was coarse and ‘full of historical blunders’, mine purely ‘intellectual’. He puts his foot into his mouth every time he opens it, I just nibble at one of the delicately painted toenails. My friends in the media (not many in that jungle of sycophants) tell me I wake up...

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