In almost every culture in the world children grow up hearing that it was right for girls to shed tears but “big boys don’t cry”. Tears are said to be a woman’s biggest weapon and her winning argument.
Men are taught to hold back their tears, at least in public.
This is a culture-imposed stereotype. The reality is that some people are easily moved to tears – by a touching event or memory, not necessarily by tragedy – while others are not, whatever their gender. The propensity of women to burst into tears is, perhaps, more of a culture-imposed habit. Continue reading Big Boys Don’t Cry
Here are some ideas. You can print it out and write a post on EACH of them – ticking off what you have finished.
Writing on politics, I had said in a blog post (‘Scavenging With Pen‘) has been a dirty job which I tried to avoid. But you cannot escape it when political sloganeering defying logic is unthinkingly accepted by many as truth.
Congress is making a hue and cry over a picture of Prime Minister Narendra Modi in the Khadi and Village Industries Commission (KVIC) calendar and diary for 2017. KVIC has pointed out that the Mahatma’s picture was omitted from the 1996, 2002, 2005, 2011 , 2012 and 2013 calendar during Congress rule. No one had raised a finger then. Quotes from the Mahatma were on most pages of the new calendar and diary, KVIC said.
True the KVIC should not have put Narendra Modi’s picture there, as Continue reading Cong Plays Gandhi Poltics
When you are over 70 ( unstoppable or not), old age and death never cease to be on your horizon. Your eyes drift to the obituary column involuntarily. Some put up a cheery facade and hide those thoughts. Others like me plan a book like ‘THE OUTHOUSE ON THE FIRST FLOOR – Coming of (Old)Age in India‘ only to abandon it as no one takes it seriously.
The first confrontation a working person has with old age is retirement.
Retirement is traumatic. When 59 years, 11 months and 29 days old, you are an earning member doing your duties diligently. The very next day you are considered useless. From a contributor to the economy, you become a human parasite, a burden on the society and on your own family. In the USA Continue reading Are You Retired But Not Tired?
You greet an elder with respect in India and he or she would say (or at least used to say) “Sau Sal Jiyo” (Live a Hundred Years). Every language in India has an equivalent of this blessing, though some may consider it a curse today.
Is long life desirable at all? Will not many people welcome being able to end their lives if it could be done painlessly, quickly and without causing any problem (other than emotional) to others? Should euthanasia be legalized?
These questions, especially the last one, keep popping up every now and then. Courts have been approached several times to allow either euthanasia (mercy killing) of people with incurable diseases or suicide by those who feel death would be merciful to themselves and those
A ‘Geribot’ to care for the aged?
Continue reading Sau Sal Nahi, Sau Pal Khushi Ke Jiyo
It has happened again. Over the years, international companies have been putting on sale toilet seats, shoes or underwears with Indian gods’ pictures on them. Liquor bottles or meat packets carry names or pictures of Indian gods or goddess. Similar attempts to insult and outrage Indians are made and yet there has been no violence on the issue.
And now a manufacturer, Mayers Flag Doormats, selling on Amazon Canad Continue reading The ‘Insult India’ Industry
Being on several WhatsApp groups (as almost everyone is, these days) I received a longish post in Marathi recently. It was a story of an elderly man who meets a dashing, distant relative.
Any plans for marriage?, the ‘Kaka’ asks and was told by the IT engineer that hehad none.
Where is the time for it?
One day he comes and tells Kaka of his impending marriage. When did he “see the girl” as is the practice in Indian arranged marriages? Oh no. They ‘met’ on the Internet, liked each other’s views and decided to tie the knot. Where is the time to go for ‘mulgi pahayla” (going to see the girl).
How about the wedding card, the purchases, the personal invitations? He came to Kaka only as he Continue reading Where is the Time?
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
Sometimes people start believing the fiction they create about themselves. Having written two books on journalism I pretended to be an author. It did not matter that the books were rejected by all journalists, including those I trained (not one was ready to read and those who did refused to give even a few lines of feedback) I decided not to ever write about journalism. How the books proved to be duds is another Continue reading Coming of (Old) Age in India
A petition was filed in the Supreme Court last Tuesday January 3, by an eminent journalist, Hari Jaisingh, asking for the
constitution of a Special Investigation Team (SIT) for a court-monitored probe against some journalists who wrote in favour of the AgustaWestland VVIP helicopter deal of the earlier Congress government,
Jaisingh alleged that journalists were paid Rs. 50 crores to support the scandalous deal in connection with which the former Indian Air Force chief, S. P. Tyagi and some others were arrested. The scandal was unearthed by foreign newspapers.
Aircraft purchase and journalists looks like an unlikely connection. Hari Jaisingh is not one of those so-called journalists editing sensational rags. He was editor of mainstream dailies including those of The Tribune group and author of several books Continue reading When Scribes Turn Dalals