So what? I ask myself. Today I feel like Jawaharlal Nehru the day he finished his Discovery of India. Well, now I have finished my own discovery of India and everyone is talking about it. Do you know that India is the only country where you can get up in the morning, hear the azan, followed by temple bells nearby, the paath from the gurudwara, and the sound of church bells (provided the church was not vandalised by you-know-who). No other country in the world allows this kind of freedom, which should be protected with a sense of responsibility. The problem is that when we latch on to something we never let it go. So did the recent Tollygunj debate on ‘Should freedom of expression be an absolute right’. Why not? Even in Calcutta, there is no Left to speak of. The enlightened audience and the more enlightened speakers spoke of Charlie Hebdo cartoons, Tamil writer Perumal Murugan, and the woman editor forced to go underground. The debate ‘Converse’ (why wasn’t it called ‘Shout’?) from which I emerged the hero will be remembered by Calcuttans, World Cup or not.