Mitali Saran’s weekly column in the Saturday Business Standard, Stet, usually has one of the following effects on me: “That happened to me too!” or “But…but that’s exactly what I was thinking! How dare she climb into my head, steal my thoughts, improve the language and get paid for doing it!” This kinship doesn’t occur every single time – there wasn’t too much I could identify with in this piece about the dangers of sleeping with your boss on a full bladder – but I really enjoyed her latest, about the death of irreverence. Groucho Marxists everywhere (or anyone who’s frequently chastised for indulging in “tasteless humour”) should be able to relate to it. Others probably won’t even crack a smile.

Do read.