Not all problems in life need fixing. Some just need a bit of ignoring.
Have you ever come across a habitual whiner, someone whose descent on earth in a human form is with a sole mission to crib? I have.The moment I suffered the misfortune of being introduced to Chaddha ji’s brother, I knew there was something genetically demented about the Chaddha clan. He began by cursing the ‘terrible’ heat in Delhi (at this point, I must mention that he lives in Jalandhar, not the North Pole). Went on to whine about everything — from traffic jam to his 400 gm weight gain. ‘So how will Delhi ensure that it has fair and timely elections this time around?’ he asked me, when told that I am a journalist. ‘Hmm, I don’t know’, I replied, not sure if I was supposed to know. He gave me the look of disdain I’m sure he had reserved for MLAs who were still drawing salaries despite the central rule. Shaking his head, he said, ‘I don’t think any political party can solve the problems of Delhi. Very worrying.’ Well, I’m sorry Mr Chaddha. I refuse to worry about things that are neither my fault, nor in my powers to fix. I have enough tensions of my own to deal with.