My mother tolerates me and my tantrums. Parents tolerate children tolerate parents. Relatives (barely) tolerate one another. Hindus tolerate azaan from nearby mosques, while Muslims tolerate sound of crackers in Diwali, loudspeakers on Ganesh Chaturthi, and chimes of bells from the nearby Ram temple (ouch!); all other religions tolerate everything in-between. The girl on the road tolerates lewd comments and gestures; Nirbhaya’s parents continue to tolerate pain and agony of “taareek pe taareek”. HR tolerates admin tolerates sales tolerates IT tolerates payroll tolerates CEO; bosses and subordinates tolerate one another, while clients tolerate delays. A 200-capacity compartment tolerates a 4,000 peak-hour load. Mother Nature tolerates deforestation. Vidarbha and Marathwada tolerate the annual drought despite 50000 crore+ spent. There’s tolerance in long queues at the grocery store, railway station, bus stops, vegetable markets, Government offices and employment exchanges. I tolerate “stupid pedestrians” who cross the road in a hurry; the pedestrians tolerate me, the “idiot” who jumped the signal. Tolerance resonates in PASSIVE traffic jams caused due to convoys of red beacon cars. There’s tolerance in everything from “Mann Ki Baat” to “Ban ki Barsaat”. So, where’s the intolerance? Shah, rukh, Kuch Kuch Bolta Hai?!