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The drama over the former civil servant, Aam Aadmi Party chief and most recently the chief minister of Delhi, Arvind Kejriwal, has erupted too high for the simplistic common man. I saw some news channel creating news out of the posters of "Arvind Kejriwal 'missing'" being put up around New Delhi. Mocking Kejriwal for all his follies as a political fore-figure and going to the depths of ridiculing his ailing physical condition this poster literally rips Mr. Kejriwal off all the respect and following that he had earned over a period of a few months. People seem to have unthinkingly deemed him a failure and evidently have failed to look beyond what the media has to offer. India seems to have lost it's analytical brain to the business of media and 'entertainment'. Let's look at the sequence of events from a different perspective for once. Surely Arvind Kejriwal made a promising attack on the ever prevailing Congress government. His approach in unravel...

On 26 th April 1564, a legend of the literary world was born in a small English town called Stratford-upon-Avon. William Shakespeare doesn’t need any introduction. For me, he has been a man who draws awe and reverence from the remotest corners of the world through his writings, even centuries after his existence. Till date his written word is worshiped in the theatre and literary world. This place couldn’t be missed by a publishing student. Stratford-upon-Avon, as the name suggests, lies on the banks of Avon. It is very close to Coventry and falls under the Warwickshire County. This place doesn’t even qualify as a city. It is a simple place still basking in the glory of Shakespeare and feebly promoting itself to the tourist population. The city centre hosts a building that says ‘1564’ in big bold font on its front. I’m not sure if it stands there for centuries but it pretends so at the least. On the high street itself, there is this old wooden villa that stands tall amidst al...