The very few who responded to my yesterday’s post, ‘Coming of (Old)Age in India‘ could be divided into two groups with opposing views.
One is shocked with children neglecting or even abusing the parents who nursed them from infancy. They are sad about the elders being kept in old-age homes, abandoned or put to sleep.
The other group feels that it is nothing unusual and that the modern youth, with both Continue reading Outhouses on the First Floor
Last night, just before Zero Hour, I sat down to wonder on the blog whether there was any sense in ‘celebrating’ a New Year with all the fanfare usually associated with it.
Just then my WiFi wailed and put a stop to the attempt. Today it came on as mysteriously as it had gone – making me wonder, again for the umpteenth time, whether all the fuss was being made over it when there is nothing in our hands. Did the New Year meant anything more than just changing the calendar?
For decades I wondered about this – sometimes in noisy parties to which friends had dragged me, sitting lonely in the crowd making all the noise and attempting to drown senses in booz, waiting for the
lights to go off at zero hour to “usher in” the new year with noisy greetings and hugs, Continue reading New Year Happy, or Just Another …?