I am currently reading two books as I am usually wont to. One serious and to relieve the drudgery, a fiction too. The former is An Era Of Darkness The British Empire In India by Shashi Tharoor and the latter is Eye Of The Needle by Ken Follet.
The former is all about how The East India Company first and then the British crown colonised India and exploited its economy in a deliberately cynical and degrading way. As I read it my blood boils at the insensitivity that the British showed while appreciating the fairness shown by a few. Sadly, the blood boiling is more than the appreciation as the theme of the book is how the British exploited India and Indians.
Ken Follet’s book however is located in Britain during WWII and there, when I read about a spy who kills an English lady without any compunction, or when people taking shelter in the underground railway stations during an air raid warning, stay cheerful, my sympathies and admiration go to the British people.
Same people, two different reactions.
During the recent flooding of Mumbai, some of my friends from my alumni group got stuck in Mumbai and were busy asking for help, guidance and advice on our group platform in WhatsApp.
I offered to help with shelter and food at a friend’s place for anyone stuck near the place of the friend’s flat and one young alumnus, let us call him PM rang me up from Mumbai and asked for directions.
I gave him my friend’s phone number and address and asked him to get in touch directly without the slightest hesitation. PM established contact with my friend, let us call him SA, and they both had a merry discussion at the end of which PM concluded that SA’s place was too far away from where he was stuck and decided to rough it out and move elsewhere.
In the meanwhile I was tracking PM’s activities and he conveyed his decision to me and thanked me for putting him in touch with such a gentleman!
I rang up SA to compliment him for impressing the young man and let it slip out that PM called him a gentleman and I ribbed him about it. SA in turn ribbed me saying that PM had called me gentleman too and both of us had a good laugh as, both of us are old reprobates who have known each other for the past 53 years. Neither of us could remember the last time that someone called either of us a gentleman.
PM eventually found shelter closer to where he got stuck and returned safe and sound the following afternoon to Pune.
Since most of my regular readers are senior citizens, just as I am, I am sharing a forward that I received.
“As I was lying around, pondering the problems of the world, I realised that at my age I don’t really give a rat’s ass anymore.
If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.
A whale swims all day, mainly eats fish and drinks water, but is still fat.
A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years, while a tortoise doesn’t run and does mostly nothing, yet it lives for 150 years.
And you tell me to exercise? I don’t think so.
Just grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked, the good fortune to remember the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Now that I’m older here’s what I’ve discovered:
• I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.
• My wild oats are mostly enjoyed with prunes and all-bran.
• I finally got my head together, and now my body is falling apart.
• Funny, I don’t remember being absent-minded.
• Some days, you’re the top dog; some days you’re the hydrant.
• It was a whole lot easier to get older, than to get wiser.
• If all is not lost, then where the heck is it?
• I wish the buck really did stop here; I sure could use a few of them.
• Kids in the back-seat cause accidents.
• Accidents in the back-seat cause kids.
• It’s hard to make a comeback when you haven’t been anywhere.
• The world only beats a path to your door when you’re in the bathroom.
• If God wanted me to touch my toes, he’d have put them on my knees.
• When I’m finally holding all the right cards, everyone wants to play chess.
• It’s not hard to meet expenses – they’re everywhere.
• The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
• These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter – I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I’m “here, after”.
• Funny, I don’t remember being absent-minded.
• HAVE I SENT THIS MESSAGE TO YOU BEFORE???”
I did not have a clue as to what this topic was all about and googled for it to find this as heading and subheading in the British Newspaper Mail Online.
Stephen Hawking warns humanity has just 200 years to escape Earth and says Donald Trump has taken ‘the most serious, and wrong, decision on climate change this world has seen’
- Professor Hawking believes life on Earth is at high risk of being wiped out
- Future generations must forge a new life in space if we want to survive
- Accused Donald Trump of taking ‘the most serious, and wrong, decision on climate change this world has seen.
My first reaction was that I won’t be around, so why bother about the matter. On further reflection, I thought that my son, daughter in love, friends all known family members and my dog, will not be around either, so, all the more reason why I should not bother.
Nothing that I can come up with to change that perception. My readers with other points of view are most welcome to leave their take in the comments column. I suspect that as a rare instance, Shackman and I will be on different orbits on this subject.
Shackman has suggested this week’s topic. You can see what the other writers of the LBC have to say in their respective blogs. Maria, Pravin, Ashok and Shackman.
That is Shrimad Dagdusheth Ganesh Installation which is the most popular one during the festival every year. You can see sparse crowds this year due to the incessant rains that we have been having. Here is a report after the fifty day of the festival.
Mumbai always a bigger city with much bigger installations and immersion processions has fared worse.
For instance, the Lalbagh Raja has been drawing much less crowds and people who would have waited for hours earlier can now have darshan by just walking in.
I had been reading about this movie in the Indian press for quite some time and had decided to see it on release because it starred a favourite actor Nawazuddin Siddiqui.
I was not disappointed. And as a bonus, the entire cast came up trumps and delivered a remarkable performance under some excellent direction and photography. And for the record, this is the first time that I saw all the rest of the actors on screen and the work of the director.
The plot, the locale, the dialect etc all come together in a fluid way to offer a very entertaining and fast moving experience experience.
A movie that I recommend to viewers who like black action narrations.
One goes through a life time without realising what people think of you, particularly siblings, because one takes relationships for granted. I was highly amused as well as surprised that my sister particularly thought that an image with a message fitted me to a T.
I was quite zapped when I saw this post by my sister Padmini on Facebook. Please click on the images to get a larger resolution.
As suggested by my brother Barath, I took this test and the results are given below! Please click on the images for a larger resolution.
A Brazen Fox!
I couldn’t resist the temptation to follow Kylie due to the answer to the last question that she came up with! I have retained it here as my own too, for its effectiveness.
1.What was the last thing you put in your mouth?
Mixture with puffed rice.
2. Where was your profile pic taken?
I don’t have a profile picture on my blog. The image on top is “The Thinker”, by Rodin.
3. Worst pain you’ve ever experienced?
Pre replacement pain in both hip joints in the eighties of the last century.
4. Favorite place you’ve traveled?
5. How late did you stay up last night?
6. If you could move somewhere else, where would it be?
I do not want to move anywhere else. I love Pune where I live and my home.
7. Which of your Blogger friends lives closest to you?
Pravin and Ashok. While they started off as blogger friends, I have met both of them personally and am in touch regularly through other means as well.
8. When was the last time you cried?
I don’t remember.
9. Who took your profile photo?
No idea. I took it off the internet.
10. Who was the last person you took a picture with?
My friends Neena, her husband Anil and their daughter Anisha on my last birthday at my home.
11. What’s your favourite season?
12. If you could have any career, what would it be?
A General Practitioner Doctor.
13 Do you think relationships are ever worth it?
What would life be without relationships?
14. If you could talk to ANYONE right now who would it be?
It would be my late wife.
15. Are you a good influence?
I don’t know. I haven’t however, heard anything to the contrary.
16. Does pineapple belong on pizza?
I have never had that combination so I don’t know.
17. You have the remote, what channel?
I don’t watch the TV.
18. Who do you think will play along?
Someone who is stuck for ideas.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ Robert Frost.
I have suggested this week’s topic. You can see what the other writers of the LBC have to say in their respective blogs. Maria, Pravin, Ashok and Shackman.