Tuesday, September 30, 2008


Whatever is happenning in the United States of America is BIZZARRE! When we were kids, my fatther used to tell us to take the nursery rhyme, Humpty Dumpty seriously. He would tell us not to just repeat it for the sake of it, and to look at the greater meaning in the subtext. 
In the context of the US of A, it is so true.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, 
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, 
All the kings horses and all the kings men, 
could not put Humpty Dumpty together again.

We think the Mayavati's and Lalu Prasad Yadav's are crazy know? Well, Ms. Palin and John McCain make a pretty crazy pair and in the centre of the circus, so does Obama. Putting a once upon a time beauty queen up for the Vice President goes to show what the politicians think of the state of mind of the American Public. We should never underestimate the reading of politicians. They have the pulse like nobody else, or they wouldn't be as sucessful at igniting passions in India as well. 
But who takes the cake is Nancy Pelosy. For the moment of glory she's got in the last couple of days (who knew who she was before this), she cracks me up. 
These faces, these characters, on Television (and off it, but), covered by the camera's are the real face of America. What a pity, to see the mighty fall, alongwith their stock! (Pun absolutely intended).

Saturday, September 20, 2008


It's frightening, the times we are living in. The system is not collapsing. 
It is high time we realize that it has collapsed and been buried, without any traces, without a new system to replace it anywhere in sight. 
Things in our country happen on their own. There are institutions and intitutions and organisations and organisations, all running on their own and going whichever way circumstances are taking them. 
Bomblasts, encounters, arrests, releases, kidnappings, murders, crimes and punishments, all at will. 
Wherever it can, private sector is taking over as public sector fails. 
Wherever it cannot, the public sector is left to rot. 
Neta's, Politicians and scary faces emerge and speak to the camera's on Television, faking assurances and reassurances, but everybody knows, that each day could be their last day on this earth. But the powers that (don't) be couldn't really be bothered. 
However many may die each day, there are still too many mouths to feed.
They cry foul and say that the rich are getting richer and not sharing their wealth. 
But who is paying taxes? The rich. Those who can. 
And what are they getting in return for what they are paying? Nothing. 
It's the taxes collected with the exchequer that need to be distributed correctly across the board. But where there exists no system, how will the process of distribution take place?
It's all such a mess, but life still goes on. 
People still continue to live and die without asking questions, and without raising their voice.
Those who question and raise their voice are those who have been driven to earn their livelihoods from illegitimate functions by the very system which has marginalised them and alienated them from the mainstream.
It's a sad state of affairs when a Police Officer of the rank of an Inspector who has recieved several medals in the past for gallantry, is shot dead with four bullets in his stomach, when he goes with a small contingent to arrest deadly terrorists (alledged) in a congested area in the capital of the country during broad daylight, without wearing a bullet proof vest. 
This, really freaks me out..... 

Tuesday, September 9, 2008


We must be afraid of what's going on in this country of ours. 
As the nation strides ahead and is on the brink of becoming a Nuclear Empowered land, politicians discuss the loss of our sovereignity in the hands of Singh who is declared King, by his party and the media. 
What Sovereignity are we talking about when in the same country, you can be sleeping in your room to the beat of the whirrrrrrring air conditioner, somebody can enter your locked house, brutally murder your 14 year old daughter and trusted servant, leaving blood spread around the interiors right upto your terrace, run away and not only leave you shell shocked the next morning when you wake up, but within a week cast aspersions on your character, allege that your innocent teenager was in an illicit liason with the middle aged servant and finally arrest you for having committed the murder and killing your own princess. 
Yes, you all know what I am talking about. 
The senseless loss of poor Arushi's life about 3 months ago in Noida, UP, India.

Roughly 8 weeks later, you have been released because the highest of all investigation agencies in the country, the CBI, could find no evidence against you and therefore did little to salvage your plight but suspended a few police officers who knew no better while accusing you.
Just 4 more weeks later, i.e. now, the CBI has found no evidence against the rest of the suspects which comprise of the servants of neighbours and friends, and compounding suspicion by suspecting the compounder of your dental clinic. 
You are a well known dentist in the city. Not just well known, but respected. 

So here we are, 12 weeks later, with no results. 
The culprits are out on the loose and there is nothing there is that you can do about it. 
This, can happen to anybody who is a citizen of India and the highest of the highest agencies can be at a loss of evedence, therefore words, and life will still go on.
Fundamental rights?!

While we go on to becoming a Nuclear Power, we have left gaping holes in our backyard, and frankly that is what our politicians should be debating, instead of mindless rhetoric over progressive matters.
What a pity to see the poor parents of the murdered child desperately seeking words to say on almost all news channels today after the CBI has declared its impotency in the courts of law this afternoon. 
They looked scared. 
Scared of saying too much or too little. 
Afraid of which in this world believe that they are innocent, and who believes that actually they are behind the crime. They will have to live with this state of being until the culprits are brought to book and you can see in their eyes that they are afraid that that may never happen. If they lambast the system, the authorities may come after them because they would rather book the parents than to proove their own incapability.
The fear is visible.

Meanwhile life as usual goes on in other places and Raj in Mumbai, is in trouble again. 
This time not for any fault of his. 
You can't provoke a lion and expect him to not roar. 
This time it is Jayaji's, no not Lalitha's but Bachchan's fault. 
There was no need for her to let loose just because she had a platform, knowing that the lion was caged and could not open his mouth till the 7th of October this year. 
Her saying, "We are from UP and therefore we should talk in Hindi........" is not allowed. 
When the Lion has been caged, nobody is allowed to tease him. Especially not you who has been given justice by the courts of law which have silenced and lambed the lion.
This Jayaji was in poor taste. 
As poor as the UP Police casting aspersions on the character of the poor child who was ruthlessly murdered and accusing the father for having done it.
Just because you are in a position of power, doesn't mean that you can get away with anything. Did you not see to it that Raj was booked for the same reasons?

At that time you were justified. Nobody can stop you from opening a school for girl children in UP, your homeland. The opportunities and advantages we have in a city like Mumbai, must filter down to the lowest common denominator and everyone is welcome to do his/her bit in whichever part of the country that they want to. But insulting the land on which you stand tall to be enabled, is blasphemous and I think you must apologise.
And admit that you didn't mean it.
Let all who matter, know, that in a spur of the moment, you lost control and treated yourself to the forbidden pleasure of teasing the ensnared lion.

While we leap forward with our programs for education and expect a fully literate nation in a few years and particularly where Abhishek Bachchan endorses the 'Idea' campaign, we are missing one point seriously. 
And that is to sensitise the educated to practice self control in circumstances that are precarious and can rouse tempers. 
We are finally in a progressive mode. 
Lets all realise how far back we take the massive effort being made by a collective nation, when we succumb to our vested interests and vicarious pleasures.

However, life goes on even further. 
Bihar continues to struggle and Hard Kaur and Anoushka croon along while Rakhee continues to regale Television viewers.
But my dearest friend Ranjit Rodriks has a serious problem. 
His boyfriend has so little time for him. 
And when he finally finds time, a silly thing like a hip hop class consumes him. 
He is upset that a hip hop class is more important for his boyfriend than he himself.
I tell him not to worry so much. My boyfriend has the same problem with me, but only in jest. He thinks that Big Boss is more important to me than he is. 
We laugh it off when my boyfriend who is privy to the conversation between Ranjit and me, advises Ranjit to go on to a Hop Hop class instead, a male joke that they think I didn't understand, but I did! 

Thursday, September 4, 2008

SODA waterbottleopenerwala

While the fight for survival goes on in Bihar and other lesser known parts of the world, the US returns to its election agenda and the rest of the world waits to watch what is going to happen next, amongst all the other things that are taking place, two things close to me also happen.

One is the opening of a pretty nice lounge bar called SODA at Versova, and two, my realization of why I find it so difficult to write.

There is a reason for why I will talk about point two first. Why I don't like to write anymore is because I always think out what I want to write about. By the time I'v thought it out and start writing I'm already bored. Here is where come the full stops and I start thinking about the next thing and then the next thing and then so on.....
So this time I'v decided to write about Soda without thinking much..... here is just the experience of having spent a lovely evening at Vikram Ram's new little lounge bar which is called SODA.
It was like any other private party that my friend Ranjit holds for all us friends of his, a couple of times a year. Great fun!

This time instead of his house, it was at Soda, a cool, fresh white and blue tiny little den with great sound and great music. There was Achala Sachdev, there was Ashish Balram Nagpal, Hard Kaur, Anoushka the singer, there was Ayub Khan, Gary Richardson and there was my friend the fashion designer Salim Asgarally. Then it so turned out that it was Colin's birthday. Colin is the editor of HT Cafe and his girlfriend turned up with a cake. That again was so much fun, because it just didn't seem like an event.....
Even though this evening was a PR operation, bringing page three celebrities together with the media and photographers, it didn't feel like that. Vikram Ram is a warm and friendly person and so is Ranjit Rodricks so the evening exuded the same. There was great drinks from both the bars on the ground floor and the first floor and lovely food to eat. Now the only problem is that the place is too tiny and its soon going to become an adda for many. I should think we must all hurry and book our seats there to make it our own cozy living room where we can have our own little private party every night. Because once you are in there, you just don't want to leave.

Monday, September 1, 2008

A Golden Beginning!

Here it is where it starts..... Where you and I can write what we want to and where nobody is going to tell us what to write and how to go about it.....

Forgive me if I break any rules, I should think there are none.....

What consumes me the most right now and will do so for quite a few months is the mindless devastation in Bihar. The fury with which the Kosi river has inundated thousands of villages with water, and made homeless millions of men, women and children, is completely unreasonable. Nature cannot cause such a catastrophe if man does not ask for it.....

As I watch Television and switch channels, what I see is all living beings drowning while reaching out for help.....

I feel hopelessly helpless when I want to reach out from the comforts which surround me and touch some lives because just when I pick up my phone to call one of the numbers flashing on the TV screen where one can call to contribute, the shot changes to a smiling face of an anchor who begins to tell you that it seems like Salman Khan and his brother Arbaaz Khan have a problem with each other because Malaika Arora Khan and Katrina Kaif can't see eye to eye.....

So this shakes you into realization that life is going on as usual and only when the next news bulletin begins will you get to hear more on the tragedy faced by an entire region of India.

While Mamata Bannerjee condescends to talk to the Government of West Bengal on the Singur Issue, and the Hindus in Jammu prepare to celebrate their victory on the Amarnth Land Issue. While the Christians in Orissa protest marginalisation and VHP attacks and burns churches, and Kashmiris protest against the allotment of land to the Hindus for three months a year for the yatra, while the rest of the year the said land, slides under tons of feet of snow.
The rest of India watches and debates whether the Unforgettable Show accross the Atlantic by the Bacchhan family was as forgettable as could be.

Big Boss goes on as usual and so do all other soap operas, comedies etc etc etc.....

Meanwhile the US expects a hurricaner Gustav to hit its coast, and it prepares for the damage it can cause. They are evacuating all those who are expected to be affected. The President of America gets a chance to rebuild the confidence in the people of America in himself, and puts all his might behind the operations that are taking place to ensure that there is least destruction. And the much awaited Republican Party Convention in Minneapolis is also jeapordised as John Mc Cain, the presidential candidate for the elections in November, dare not be seen campaigning at a time when one state at the coast of America is expected to face disaster.
This, they call good politics......

What we call bad politics......

While we should put everything aside and reaching out through all movements and channels, to the rest of the world to come help the 35 lakh people, forget the animals, who are sufferring desperately, we cannot even give up our daily dose of entertainment.
We cannot forgo our TRP race for a few days to direct all networks to only one cause and that is the saving of the lives of millions of men, women and children. We cannot give up our agitations for a few days and divert the force of people shouting slogans aimlessly against the Nano, to fight the might of the river Kosi.
We cannot put aside our political agendas in the name of God in both Kandhamal and Jammu and Kashmir.

We are a shameless people.

We are a selfish lot.

We don't give a damn because we don't get a damn.

This is the land where there is no God.

And it can be seen in the devastation in Bihar.....

Like America blieves that they can fight Gustav after having experienced Katrina....

There is no reason for us to be in this state after having faced devastation in Latur and Gujarat..... and Orissa..... and Kashmir and .......