Tuesday, January 24, 2006


Having been busy being busy and busy being lazy, I haven't had time to update my blog. I still don't.
So here's a short piece of poetry I wrote a few months back as compensation- the most honest writing I have ever done.


Rage never inflicted upon me sermons from history,
It was never a tool for transcendent Truth.
Rage got me a primal revelation
of an own history
final vision.
Rage was the catalyst of my revolution.

Monday, January 16, 2006

came across these beautiful lines

'Parindon mein kabhi firqaparasti tak nahin hoti
Kabhi mandir pe ja baithe kabhi masjid pe ja baithe'

--From 'Apni Masti' by Hamsar Hayat; derived from Kabir

Thanks swati!

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Most adventurous thing I have ever done…discounting others carried out in drunken stupor

Yesterday morning, my best friend S and I were sitting inside the Aurobindo Market Barista, having some coffee and rolls. While we were the only ones inside, the glass-separated patio outside was quite full of people enjoying the sunshine with their coffee. A bunch of twenty-something serious-looking youngsters, all smoking cigarettes, and listening intently to a much-older fellow (their professor?) also smoking a cigarette. Two nattily dressed men (I love nattily dressed men!) playing a game of chess, who were very soon joined by two others of same fashion quotient. A blonde working feverishly on some papers. And up in one corner, sketching away with a charcoal pencil, Delectable Dude.
Qualification: he wore red sneakers with panache. And was tall, lean, with mop-like hair and serious artist look.
S decided it was time to pep up my non-existent love life. She dared me to go up to him and ask the ‘whether he wasn’t A from X place coz I have seen you before’ question. Many threats from S and excuses from me later, I finally did.
‘Excuse me. *Smile* Are you Aditya from Springdales School?’ (He looked like an Aditya)
‘Umm, no. I am ljsdisld from asdflsdjf’. *cute smile* (Great. Delectable Dude had an indecipherable accent)
Oh. I thought you looked like an old friend.
Uh. Anyways, bye.
S was laughing when I came back. ‘Gawd! You should have commented on his sketch atleast’. And then, in a super adventurous mood, she decided that ‘we’ must make him aware of my presence. So, when he left his table to visit the loo, she wrote down my name and telephone number, complete with a smiley, on a napkin, and got up to drop it at his table. But she was nervous (yay) and didn’t. Instead, she handed the napkin to a Barista worker and instructed him to put it on DD’s table, then jumped with joy of mission-accomplished and turned to me. Only, she found DD walking past her, having seen the entire exchange.
As he went towards his table, S and I burst out in hysterical laughter. From the corner of our eyes, we saw Delectable Dude open the napkin, take a look and laugh a sweet laugh at us- only, he would have seen two girls guffawing their not-so-dignified heads off. Great.
Atleast I now understand the part in the ‘Friend’s’ title track which says- Your love life’s DOA.

He hasn't called. In the meanwhile, S and I have decided to visit above-mentioned café more often.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Animal Welfare II

"IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."

That's Emily Dickinson. And my mantra. Here's how I believe we can help pets and wildlife in distress. This is a small first step, but an important one(see last post)...to give a voice and a home to those without them.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

What Incentive for Animal Welfare?

This afternoon, the maid left the door to our apartment open by mistake. Imagine our surprise (pleasant for my brother and myself, not quite so for mummy) to find a stray desi dog curled up in a corner of the sofa, looking for warmth and solace- a striking contrast of white against the maroon of the sofa. It was Cheeku, one of the dogs I feed daily. A Scooby-Doo lookalike who is usually the strongest and most ferocious-looking animal in the block, he has been sick since yesterday. The uninterrupted exposure to the harsh cold has given him fever and the chills.
Of course we had to shoo him out, as my mother is averse to having animals in the house.

My darling baby! My heart went out to him. All I could do was make him a hot dinner of milk and bread, mixed with some honey and a finely crushed tablet of Oxalgin DP. And I laid out a small bori for him to sleep on and a shawl to cover him with.

My mind once again turned to a question that has been haunting me for a long while now- what kind of an incentive-based structure would it take to induce people to voluntarily help animals? I think of all government-funded and private animal hospitals, shelters, and NGO's in the city that I have visited/volunteered /networked with. What drives them to take care of sick/injured/homeless animals? All I can think of is charity...and love for animals. I admire and respect the work they are doing, and what they have already achieved. Because each life matters. But in a market-driven economy, and in a country home to millions of stray animals, that in itself does not seem enough.

And it is indeed not enough, I think. In order to really incorporate animals into our market structure, we must have mass-participation from people....not merely a trickle of well-intentioned welfare. And people always need an incentive to work, whether that incentive be monetary or something non-quantifiable . What such a structure might be, I am still unenlightened about. It would need to be innovative, creative, practical and participatory in nature, in order to reform the animal rights and animal welfare movement in India. Because we need to give voice to those who do not have any. Perhaps you have ideas.

This is just the beginning of a series of posts, hopefully. For now, I must go out and check on Cheeku.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

U.S. vs. Iran

Vikram Sood writes a wonderful editorial in today's Hindustan Times ('Wild, wild West') in which he analyses U.S.'s position viz-a-viz Iran. His analysis reaffirms what 'the rest of the world' (i.e. the not-U.S., not FriendOfAmerica, not FriendOfBush/FoeOfIran/MadForOil...world) fears-- that an American-led strike on Iran with possible use of nuclear weapons is imminent, if not immediate.

"And now, after a bruising experience in Iraq, the US administration cannot just retreat to the relative safety of the White House and glower at the rest of the world. It has to assert itself as the arbiter of the destiny of the world and show what the American Century is about — unchallenged US primacy."
Read the rest of this article here.

Wonder what might stop the U.S. and its allies from launching such an operation? Perhaps, if someone, or something, renders oil as an energy source irrelevant.