The Wise Nothing matters. My brain was not sticking on anything.Sometimes the brain and heart coincide and , perhaps, nihilism is the outcome of the evolved intellectualism. Some sounds were emanating from the other room.I paused to listen.It was my mother's- the same droning monologues.She was trying to edify the maid servants by preaching them about the depraved morals of the society around.This was their daily routine.After finishing their work the maids joined my mother to have the tea together.Recently my mother was enamoured by one Baba who seemed to be bent upon to eradicate corruption and black money in the country.He had a huge following who got swayed by his passionate antics.My mother especially was thoroughly hypnotised by him.Her each and every waking moment was spent in singing paeons to him. .She was not ready to reason out anything regarding his ideology or his work ethics. The afternoon ho...