Dev N Pathak Dear home: Letters from an NRB Screaming the hell out against ‘the channels of communication’! By Dev Nath Pathak It is difficult to find a place in this city where one can scream one’s head off in peace. Scream at what? Well, the phone calls that come at odd hours; sometimes very early in the morning when I am just about to have the first sip of my first cuppa tea of the day or it may be exactly at a time when I am deep in the middle of something excessively important at work. Sometimes my phone begins to buzz right when I am brooding over the most beautiful woman in my life....