Modi and Rahul in America, Shakespeare and Ghālib debate the visits
Shakespeare , the evergreen Bard of Avon, and Ghālib , the greatest maestro of Urdu poetry, often talk to each other with gravity, and at times in jest, as time, space, cultures and languages converge in a surreal realm. I have been fortunate enough to eavesdrop on their tongue-in-cheek tête-à-tête frequently because they are, after all, my uncles. M y great-uncle Shakespeare and my youngest uncle Ghālib. I have been sharing the insightful dialogue between the two which always brings out many a deep and abstruse aspect of any happening in today’s world. This time I caught them engaged in a lively discussion about the visits of two prominent Indian politicians, the Moody and Raul, to the United States. As expected, their encounter evolved into a comical clash of wits and verses and all I do here is reproduce the same verbatim: Shakespeare: My dear Gaulib, although I am aware just as Antonio was in The Tempest that "… Travelers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn...