Liberals, You’re Doing It Wrong


Liberals, You’re Doing It Wrong

Illustration: Juergen Dsouza


here is a palpable sense of foreboding each time the families meet these days. My mother bites her lip, furrows her brow, and utters a silent prayer to the God-who-keeps-peace-between-relatives.

In the past two or three years, this God has been called upon to preside over drawing-room conversations and dinner-table banter. Succumbing to maternal instruction – and none too keen to relive awkward confrontations between people I love – I throw in a joke or two, a cricket statistic, a jibe at the weather, a (carefully feigned) sudden remembrance of an old anecdote. Sometimes, just as the conversation veers dangerously toward politics, the women interject: “Oh, don’t bore us with your politics. Look at the little one, she’s been trying to say something for the last five minutes! By the way, have the tickets been booked for the wedding?”