Indians often grapple with conflicting emotions. We are unsure of what we want or, rather what is good for us and hence are perplexed as to what to seek in our prayers. This befuddlement is most glaring during the monsoon season. How else does one explain the predicament when for 10 months in a year we adjure rain and when it rains, we don't know what to do. Perhaps the rain gods too are as boggled as we are.

The shambolic state of our civic infrastructure is not lost on anyone. Our administrative apathy no longer raises eyebrows. Just when you think you've experienced the worst, there is a new low round the corner. It seems that different government departments are competing to hit rock bottom.