Tuesday, September 15, 2009
A Changed Life
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Aha! moment of the day....
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Hilarity of Vanity Search....


Monday, May 18, 2009
Going back to the Taj Mahal Hotel...
MUMBAI, India — I was there watching the horror and feeling helpless. As I rattled on with the few details authorities would give us I stood, ducked and sometimes crouched next to my colleagues from all over the world as they did the same.

The scene was sheer madness unfolding before our eyes and through the camera’s lens.
I was posted outside the Taj Hotel and Tower in Mumbai when terror rained down on India’s financial capital for days last November.
For the 72 hours I was there, I slept exactly three, the same goes for many of my CNN colleagues working beside me or at other scenes.
There were four active scenes for at least two days. I happened to be posted at the one that ended last in a blaze of fire, bullets and grenade blasts.
Friends and co-workers watching on their television screens told me later it looked like a movie. But a movie ends in two hours. This went on for three days.
It looked like and felt like hell from the outside. On the inside it was hell for the dozens of workers and guests still alive but trapped as the dead lay where they were gunned down.
Today I am back at the scene for the first time since the attacks. I made myself stand in the same spot where I reported from and again turned to look at the majestic building.
I didn’t want to go in at first. I was afraid of what I might feel. But I didn’t want to remember it the way I first laid eyes on it. So I started walking towards the lobby of the 106-year-old building.
On the outside, the heritage part of the hotel still has boards covering some of the windows. The ones I watched burst with flames five months ago.
I had to pass white barricades that now lace the once open breezeway. There are three layers of security including an X-ray machine for every bag each guest brings with them.
Once inside you wouldn’t know at first glance what happened here. The lobby is spotless.
Many of the public spaces have been restored. We walked farther in to the immense staircase that looks like something out of a fairytale. Not a thing out of place. Immaculate and almost too much for the eye to take in.
But as you climbed to the top there was another reminder. White planks of wood blocked two large windows that once looked out on to the ocean.
Then it was off to the poolside. I got one of those chills down my spine as I walked out between the chairs. It’s because of that image in my head.
The image from the front page of a newspaper the morning after the attacks started. A man who was likely enjoying his drink poolside had been gunned down. He died there. Click. That picture won’t leave my head.
But then you hear the noise of happiness. Children are splashing in the pool and adults are chatting and enjoying their lives.
It’s trite but true; life goes on. Honestly, sometimes I forget to enjoy mine. What a fool I am.
The crew and I are staying at the Taj Mahal Palace and Tower for a couple of nights. We’re here to cover the first day of the trial of the lone surviving suspect in the Mumbai attacks.
I picked the Taj as our hotel on purpose, I guess I needed to see a bit of normalcy here after what I witnessed from the outside.
I’m staying in the tower that is fully up and running. It had minimal damage during the attack. But next door in the old world rooms of the tower’s older sister there is still a lot of work to do.
Of the 565 total rooms in the two buildings only 268 can be occupied. All I can say right now is, I am glad to be one of the occupants.
Posted by: CNN Correspondent, Sara Sidner
Monday, April 06, 2009
Men will be men.....
Saturday, April 04, 2009
India Pledge - Do they still make you recite this in School?
India is my country, All Indians are my brothers & sisters. I love my country And I'am proud of its rich and varied heritage I shall always strive to be worthy of it. I shall give my parents, teachers and elders Due respect and treat every one with courtesy. To my country and my people, I pledge my devotion |
Friday, March 27, 2009
Ramayana from Ravana's perspective?
By Shashi Tharoor
"The Hindu", Online edition of India's National Newspaper
June 10, 2001
IN my very first column I had expressed the hope that this series of personal meditations might become "an extended and amicable conversation, informed and sometimes impassioned but never insipid, about things that matter both to me and to the reflective readers of this distinguished newspaper". Some of my early forays have already brought in a stimulating range of reactions from readers, and I hope from time to time to address them in this space.
A couple of columns ago, apropos of the way in which some authors have retold the works of others, I remarked that a Ramayana from Ravana's perspective "would bring the Bajrang Dal on to the streets". To this suggestion, the erudite Indian High Commissioner in Cyprus, Shyamala Cowsik, has written to me to say that what I imagined has already been done, apparently before the Dal was even a gleam in its founders' eyes. More than 35 years ago, as my Tamil readers undoubtedly know, the Ramayana was indeed retold from Ravana's point of view in a play called "Lankeswaran", by noted Tamil playwright and actor Manohar. I am informed that Manohar played the hero, Ravana, himself, and "Lankeswaran" was staged literally hundreds of times in Tamil Nadu, to great applause, so much so that he was from then on known only as "Lankeswaran Manohar".
Ambassador Cowsik goes on to add: "Ravana, as you know, was the son of the Rishi Visravas and a great scholar, a much greater one than Rama, besides being a tremendous Shiva bhakta. In 'Lankeswaran', Sita was Ravana's daughter. Due to some curse that I do not now remember, having seen the play when I was just a little girl, she had to be put into a box and buried in a field in Janaka's kingdom, where of course she was found when the king was indulging in a spot of ceremonial ploughing. Ravana actually carries his infant daughter Sita, in that little box, underwater, all the way from Lanka to Mithila, and leaves her underground in the field where she is eventually found. The whole subsequent Rama-Ravana battle was interpreted by Manohar as an attempt by Ravana to get his beloved daughter back." Interestingly, Ravana was portrayed in "Lankeswaran" as a tragic hero, rather like the protagonists in Greek drama, which is of course more interesting than simply re-writing the Ramayana from the point of view of the traditional villainous Ravana.
Ambassador Cowsik's second point concerns the idea of the Ramayana as seen from Sita's perspective, which, I had warily suggested in my column, "might tremble on the brink of sacrilege to some". When she was Ambassador to the Philippines from 1992- 95, she tells me, she was "astounded to find that in this ultra- Catholic corner of South-East Asia, there was a local Tagalog (the main Filipino dialect) version of the Ramayana, the Radiya Mangandari. This version had travelled northwards up from Indonesia, where of course it is very familiar, through the Muslim south of the Philippines to the main island of Luzon. In the process, it acquired various undertones and overtones, besides the very interesting concept of Rama's alter ego. Now this alter ego was stoppered up in a bottle, something like the djinn in the Arabic fairy tales. Deprived of his alter ego, Rama degenerates from a noble philosopher king to a rapacious, common or garden variety of conqueror. He stays so till the end of the play which I sat through for 3-1/2 hours while the playwright translated it for me line by line into English when he finally regains his alter ego and becomes once more the noble Rama. However, Sita remained unchanged throughout the play, and was a strong, self-reliant, highly principled and fairly aggressive woman, who does not indulge in any of the traditional husband- worship. The group that had staged the play wanted to take it to India and perform it at various small places besides the metros. I had to warn them that public reaction in the smaller towns (these days possibly also in the metros) might not be entirely favourable to such an interpretation of Rama's character, and so the idea was dropped".
As a footnote to this episode, Ambassador Cowsik tells me that she got hold of a detailed account of the Radiya Mangandari in English and sent it to Vinod C. Khanna, who was then our Ambassador to Indonesia. He used it for a book on various versions of the Ramayana that he was writing, which has since been published. (What an outstanding example, if I might be permitted the digression, this pair is of the remarkable intellectual quality of our senior officialdom. Whatever unkind thoughts many of us may nurture about the Indian bureaucracy, ours is, clearly, a mandarinate of merit.)
I recount these stories at length because they remind us of how far we have travelled from the questing spirit of Indian epic tradition to the uncritical worship of today. When the Indo- British writer Aubrey Menen wrote a rationalist version of the Ramayana in 1956, Rama Retold, the book was promptly banned in India, and - deprived of its natural audience in our country - it has faded away without enriching our collective consciousness of the possibilities of the great epic. The Sahmat exhibition a few years ago of various depictions of Rama and Sita in art from around our country was attacked by intolerant Hindu fanatics outraged that some of the versions shown did not conform to their orthodoxy.
The Hindu tradition has always been a heterodox one: we have always believed there are versions of divinity for every taste, and uncountable ways of reaching out our hands to the Unknowable. What a shame that the Hindu banner is now so visibly and volubly being waved by those who have shrunk the grandeur of the Hindu spiritual and philosophical heritage to the intolerant bigotry of their slogans. Our epics were constantly retold and reinvented for centuries; the Hindu imagination was not fettered by fear of experiment. Today, sadly, that is no longer the case. Writing about "Lankeswaran", Ambassador Cowsik remarks that Manohar "faced absolutely no protest those days. Of course I cannot say what would happen if this were to be tried out in North India these days". I am sure she would not recommend it.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Thought for the day
“Khudi ko kar buland itna”
By Allama Iqbbal
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqder se pehle
Khuda bande se ye poche bata teri raza kia hai
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqder se pehle
Khuda bande se ye poche bata teri raza kia hai
Sitaron se age jahan aur bhi hai aur bhi hai
Abhi ishq ke Imtehan aur bhi hai aur bhi hai
Sitaron se age jahan aur bhi hai aur bhi hai
Abhi ishq ke Imtehan aur bhi hai aur bhi hai
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqder se pehle
Khuda bande se ye poche bata teri raza kia hai
Tu shaheen hai, Tu shaheen hai, Tu shaheen hai
Tu shaheen hai, Tu shaheen hai Parvaz hai kam tera kam tera
Tere samne Aasman aur bhi hai
Tu shaheen he Basera kar Paharon ki chatano per
Tu shaheen hai tu Shaheen hai tu shaheen hai
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqder se pehle
Khuda bande se ye poche bata teri raza kia hai
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqder se pehle
Khuda bande se ye poche bata teri raza kia hai
bata teri raza kia hai
bata teri raza kia hai