I realized, recently, that I very rarely live in the past. The present is so exciting and interesting to me that I don’t have the habit of harking back to the past (and even if I do, I don’t use the rose-tinted spectacles that many people do. I can remember all the bad things of the past as well as the good ones…waiting several years for a hardly-working telephone, having a choice of 3 cars, Ambassador, Fiat, and Herald, and waiting several years for one of those as well…not just the fact that once upon a time petrol used to cost Rs. 2.50 per litre, and roads were not choked with traffic.)