Boys will be Boys
Parking lot on a Sunday
Parking lot on a Sunday
The Ridge Shimla, Himachal Pradesh, India.
I am guessing here but if you see the young maybe twelve year old hunched up boy in a red turban in the forefront- he is crying and his mother is consoling him. He is most probably going to the city to earn a pittance to send back to his poor parents in the village.
Meanwhile people are waiting for their train, talking, discussing big things while others look in the distance just thinking about where to get their next meal. A beggar with a big cloth bag and a wooden staff waits patiently for some alms from the group talking near the tea shop. Life goes on in its constant harshness for the poor people of India.
MANOJ FILLING HIS MULTIPLE TANKS FOR THE DAY
Walk just ten kilometers out of your city in India and you are met with underdeveloped villages and shanty towns. Water, houses and toilets are in extreme paucity.
People in Chandigarh are lucky for the water supply is reasonably efficient but not for the slum dwellers who are provided with one tap or two for a thousand residents. Water is supplied for two hours in the morning and two hours in the evening.
Manoj with his team-mate in the water project.
I met them a few days later and they wanted their names to be included under the Photograph. So I am updating here. The senior boy is Manoj Masih (Masih, I’m sure means Messiah) and the young teammate is Golu (Golu means Rotund, which he is not now any longer) but his real name is Vishal. They asked me to write down the website address where the photo was published. They will contact someone with a smartphone or a laptop, maybe an internet cafe and have a good laugh over their photos.
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.
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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