I am curious to read “Me, The Jokerman”, a new collection of mostly unpublished essays by Khushwant Singh. The essays are bound to be as entertaining as they will be insightful, and each will tell a story. For Khushwant Singh was a master storyteller. Not in person, of course. If he didn’t know you well, or didn’t take to you, he could be decidedly boorish. One winter evening in 2000, I requested a meeting. “For what?” he rudely asked. “Just to have a drink,” I suggested. He reluctantly agreed.