Baby’s Day Out–With Full Security and A Chauffeured Limo.
Month: August 2013
Ad Infinitum for Mr. Bachchan
Uneasy Crown for Mr. Bachchan
The mantle for making pained and sad faces belonged to Nazir Husain generally as a father in old Hindi movies. I think the crown is worn now by Mr Amitabh Bachchan in his sad spiel for various causes. I remember there was a rumor that Mr. Nazir Husain chewed on an analgesic to make that pained face. I think in the case of Mr Amitabh Bachchan in his ads it is a mixture of quinine and a powerful laxative. Please Mr. Bachchan enough is enough. Please desist. That wig too is atrocious. Everyone has the right to grow a beard like Dr Manmohan Singh. Everyone has the right to aspire to being regarded as a pillar of honesty.
I am an avid fan of your talents as an actor. Please Mr. Bachchan some people consider you to be a God. I hear there is a temple devoted to you in Kolkata and perhaps many other places. Be fair to your believers. Stop being a hypocrite. Don’t hurt their faith by promoting rotten hair oils, doomed projects and false politicians.
At least my heroes should remain heroes before I die.
Escape to India
I watched the strange sights go by. A man with a big green turban riding a camel with exquisite grace. A bullock cart loaded with what looked like sugar cane moving in a slow lugubrious way amidst the noisy horn crazy traffic. Everyone honked once per second it seemed. My mind was numb with travel the sleepless nights arguing with Tom, my husband. The final straw when he hit me and I called the police.
I felt so safe alone in the apartment without his overbearing presence. Then I realized the legal wrangle he would get me into if I pressed charges. I was sick of him. I remembered the meditation guru I had met in the Toronto convention centre. I called up my travel agent filled an air bag with as many clothes as I could. Took my camera and here I was in India twenty four hours later away from my rotten Canadian romance.
The taxi was a mythical chariot and I was sailing in a half dream across unknown roads. I saw strange billboards of giant lipped Hindi movie heroes. This I knew was Gurgaon. A relatively new suburb of the capital city New Delhi.
Escape to India
I watched the strange sights go by. A man with a big green turban riding a camel with exquisite grace. A bullock cart loaded with what looked like sugar cane moving in a slow lugubrious way amidst the noisy horn crazy traffic. Everyone honked once per second it seemed. My mind was numb with travel the sleepless nights arguing with Tom, my husband. The final straw when he hit me and I called the police.
I felt so safe alone in the apartment without his overbearing presence. Then I realized the legal wrangle he would get me into if I pressed charges. I was sick of him. I remembered the meditation guru I had met in the Toronto convention centre. I called up my travel agent filled an air bag with as many clothes as I could. Took my camera and here I was in India twenty four hours later away from my rotten Canadian romance.
The taxi was a mythical chariot and I was sailing in a half dream across unknown roads. I saw strange billboards of giant lipped Hindi movie heroes. This I knew was Gurgaon. A relatively new suburb of the capital city New Delhi.
The Man Who Planted Trees and The Green Wall of Africa
The world is getting new lungs with such ventures
About five years ago, I watched part of a short animated film entitled The Man Who Planted Trees. It is the most lovely short French film (an English version can be viewed here) and it tells the story of a man in an early 20thC European Alpine valley that was desolate and empty of life and this man starts to plant trees. Millions of them until decades later, it is a pristine and “lost” paradise.
Because of the nature and spirit of the film, lots of people assume it is based on a real story but it isn’t. Sadly I have only seen the film once and never caught it again though I am going to watch the video link above right after writing this blog.
I don’t know about anyone else but I have always liked trees. It doesn’t matter what sort of trees. They are all…
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Scream of Loneliness
You are alone
I know you are alone
What if you were born an orphan?
Alone?
Still you would have sought
Some friends
Made some friends
A husband
A wife
A child anew
Now, but you are not an orphan
Nor friendless
Please learn to be not alone
The World is your friend
If
You make it!
You are not alone.
A Leaf, Flower, Fruit or Water
Remembering the story of Tulasi one is reminded of Krishna’s sermon in the Geeta to Arjun. He explains that, ‘ Patram, Pushpam, Phalam, Toyam yo m Bhakty Prayachati tad aham Bhakti-Upharitam ashnami Prayatatmanah.’
Krishna says anyone who with a devoted and clean heart offers me even a leaf, flower, fruit or water will please me infinitely. Thus like Satyabhama devotion need not be expressed in the form of gold or silver. It can be as in many temples in India an offering of flowers, water or even a simple leaf. Tulasi being holy is the greatest offering for Krishna.
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