Bulldozing

Some ideas arrive wearing uniforms. Bulldozing arrives in a kurta — plain, comfortable, and ready for work.

What this concept offers is a pause — one extra beat between what happens and what you do about it. Civilisation, someone said, is measured in that beat.

At the polling booth, the queue is the one place the CEO and the driver stand at the same height. Whatever else one says about it, that hour is a small miracle of design.

Society is a long conversation; the only question is whether you are listening or merely waiting to speak. Tomorrow will provide the test. It always does.