My Fellow Humans,

No matter who you are—whether you possess boundless kindness, exceptional talent, or extraordinary wealth—you remain, at your core, a human being. This simple truth transcends labels, whether of gender, nationality, religion, or social status. We are all human, and it is crucial to remember that fact.

As humans, certain values define us: compassion, courtesy, kindness, and a willingness to help others. Even if you choose not to aid someone in distress, refrain from adding to their suffering through harsh remarks or baseless judgment. Yes, our society can be litigious and often discourages involvement in emergencies. However, I urge you to prioritize decency over indifference or criticism.

Consider this: today, you may see a stranger injured and calling for help; tomorrow, you or your loved ones could be in the same dire situation. Strive to be a Good Samaritan. If you cannot assist personally, at least support those who can, rather than spreading rumors or unhelpful commentary.

You don’t need an MBBS, MS, or MD to show basic human kindness. In fact, unsolicited medical advice can do more harm than good if it erodes the confidence of an accident victim. Instead, focus on essential safety practices—beginning with wearing a helmet. It is designed to protect your head, not serve as an accessory for your fuel tank.

Remember that roads are shared spaces meant for everyone’s safe passage. They are not racetracks, social clubs, or arenas for reckless stunts. Each traveler has a priority and destination. By following traffic rules and exercising common sense, we can prevent tragedy from becoming an everyday headline.

Tragically, many bystanders hesitate to help accident victims, dismissing them as “deserving” due to careless driving or risky behavior. However, no one deserves to be in an accident. If you witness one, please do what you can to help. India’s roads are already congested with diverse modes of transportation—from speeding cars to cycle rickshaws—making caution and empathy all the more necessary.

Regardless of who you are, carrying a pair of sterile gloves might enable you to assist an injured person. Moreover, having clear In Case of Emergency (ICE) information can save lives. Program your phone with easily recognizable contact names (such as “Father” and “Mother” or “Appa” and “Amma”) and include details like your medical history (e.g., asthma, diabetes), blood group, and emergency numbers. Keep this information accessible at all times.

Expect the unexpected. Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. Drive safely.

Each morning when you leave home, you promise your loved ones you will return. As a fellow human being, do your utmost to keep that promise.

Cheers!

From the pages of a Man’s diary who loves solitude!

This is how every day starts at my home. My mom kicks off the "conference" titled "Me Getting Married"—or, in other words, locking me up in the name of wedlock! My dad? Well, he’s an exemplary husband, a non-chauvinist, you know? He follows in her footsteps, and thus begins the day’s ordeal. It eats away at my sanity, giving me a headache right at the start of what could have been a splendid day, if not for these endless marriage talks!

Let me tell you how it all starts. My mom—oh my God! She’s faster than Chitti, the Robot, when it comes to scanning potential brides. She scans, mixes, matches, selects, scrutinizes, and performs every possible analysis the moment her eyes land on a girl she finds pleasing. Meanwhile, there I am, scratching my head so hard it feels like my grey matter might ooze out! How do mothers always manage to assess every detail about a girl at first glance? Next comes my dad, with his glasses on, meticulously examining horoscopes to see if they match mine. His pupils dart around as if conducting a celestial investigation!

I sometimes seriously wonder—do all parents on Earth have no other job besides nagging their kids to get married? Even after enjoying decades of their own married lives, they still insist on dragging their kids into the same setup. Isn’t that ironic? I mean, spouses argue about every little thing under the sun, but when it comes to arranging their child’s wedding, they magically find common ground. It makes me think—are all parents of this generation destined to become marriage assemblers?

But there’s something they don’t seem to understand. For many girls, especially in certain circumstances, pursuing higher education isn’t a choice but an expectation. Meanwhile, most guys are forced to jump into professional life right after their undergraduate studies, leaving little room for further academic exploration. So, girls gain more exposure and qualifications, which inevitably become critical criteria in contemporary marriage arrangements. After all, as Nehru ji said, “Educate a woman, and you educate a society.”

But here’s the catch—this education plays a huge role in setting the bar. A woman with a master’s degree needs to marry a man with a master’s or a doctorate. And it doesn’t end there! The guy also needs to have a high-paying job at a top-notch company with an even higher CTC. Oh, and let’s not forget the grand finale—he must own a house! Rentals? Out of the question!

Seriously, are fathers supposed to be money machines? If I go to my dad again for help, my sister might just murder me in my sleep! So, the next option is a housing loan. And with that come the dreaded EMIs, interest rates, tax exemptions, and all those commerce terms that felt like Greek and Latin during school. To repay the loan, I’ll have to work overtime, part-time—basically all the time! And the loan will cling to me for at least ten years.

Now, suppose I manage to pay off the housing loan. If I have a child by then, guess what? My kid will come asking for tuition fees that cost more than my entire schooling! I’ll need yet another loan—maybe from my current job, or a new one if there’s no job security. It’ll be loans after loans—home appliances, education, this, that, and everything in between. By the time I fulfill all my responsibilities as a “responsible father,” I’ll be in my late sixties, too exhausted to enjoy life, let alone live it for myself. Add stress-induced ailments and dietary restrictions to the mix—what a life!

So, tell me, why should I marry and willingly enter this endless cycle of debt and stress? Should I waste my life for this?