My Dad believed the newspaper paper especially the English ones might just be the tool that differentiated the intellectuals with others. I remember him reading it end to end from time know to me. I probably was too young until later part of 1980s to attempt reading, if at all it was the fortnightly magazine “The frontline” which had some awesome snaps of military tankers to airforce flights. I vaguely remember Rajiv Gandhi was in the helm and was in very many pages as well. Newspapers then wanted to lure the younger ones, “the young world”, something that my Dad thought I could read and understand. I dreaded those Saturday newspapers forcing me to read the four pages of the kids section. As weeks passed by I just about managed few articles in it but was overwhelmed by some of the stories of extraordinary talent. Yes there was comparison, well know to our generation, some survived the comparison and rose to the occasion the rest fell away only to realise they were equally good a...