Humans like to believe that good things never end, until they do. I’ve always known that one day, this column’s topic would be about saying goodbye. That day is today

Much of our time goes into sharing stories of what doesn’t work rather than what could be done to fix it. Life would be very different if solutions obsessed us as much as problems do. Pic/Shutterstock

My humble opinions end with this, the 412th edition of IMHO. For those of you who are too old to know and too shy to ask, the acronym stands for In My Humble Opinion. For the last seven years and 48 weeks, this column has dictated how my week begins.

Having a virtually unlimited giant canvas where I can write about anything is a bit like a child being left alone in a room full of toys. Over time, however, I inferred that there were some exceptions to this. I should not be too critical (too loudly) about the government or its favourite religion; never directly criticise people whose names begin with A or M; and not say bad things about potential advertisers.

I also learned that by using humour, irony, and sarcasm, I could breach all three taboos and get away with it. I learned, with delight more than disappointment, that most powerful, self-important Indians lose their sense of humour, and with it, the ability to understand subtlety and irony. 

The need for a fresh topic each time changed my week. I became more attentive to conversations, noticed more details of my

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