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Manmohan Singh Vs Narendra Modi


There is a colloquial saying in Tamil that goes like

“என்னிக்கும் கொடுக்காத ஸ்ரீதேவி இன்னிக்கும் கொடுக்கல ; எப்பவும்  கொடுக்கற மூதேவிக்கு என்ன கேடு ?!”

That Sridevi is Manmohan Singh who wasted 10 crucial precious years that could have been used well for India, a shameless puppet in the hands of Italian Mafiosa Sonia Gandhi. The Moodevi is our Modi ji.


How the Indian media campaigned for and promoted the useless Kanhaiya Kumar and Umar Khaled 30 years of age researching very-relevant-to-humanity-especially-India subject “African Studies’ in JNU under reservation quota at the expense of 26,000/- INR per month paid out of Indian tax payer money, is very recent history. These anti-nationals have a role model who similarly had a sheepish backdoor entry to India’s top post: ex PM Manmohan Singh who could not have survived a direct mandate from any constituency in India that his ‘aunty’ Sonia thought the best way to prop him up was through ‘Rajya Sabha.’ And this spineless ‘ஏட்டு சுரைக்காய் கறிக்கு உதவாது’ case Singh today has the cheek to speak on Modi who came to power with absolute majority and not by cowardly means.

Well, homework for Indian media:

Did the ‘na-layaks’ Kanhaiya Kumar and Umar Khaled earn their PhDs. Reportedly they were living luxurious life at govt expense for over 5 years. Report their current status. How about publishing their thesis papers. Will be ‘something’ to read! We Indian public can exercise our ‘Right to Information’ (RTI Act) here. Where is Dr Subramanyam Swamy (this one is real meritorious doctorate). Why not seek details of the duo’s academic work (if any).


Whether it is demonetization (which brought to an immediate halt the Kashmir stone pelting funded by Pak terrorists with fake currency notes issued by their govt/spy agencies, among other things), Aadhar seeding and linking with LPG connection (that resulted in cancellation of millions of bogus connections), bank accounts, insurances, investments including in stock markets, property registration, PDS ration card, PAN card (IT returns filing) etc (which hurt the benamis and black marketeers who held multiple PANs) , GST implementation, foreign policies especially those concerning China (that backstepped in the Arunachal Pradesh border), Pakistan (refused F16 deal and about to get listed as terror-funding state isolated), Modi ji has done an excellent spade work from where on the next govt can benefit enormously. Real estate has turned out to be ‘real’ finally with the bubble bursting. Something that the விடியாமூஞ்சி Manmohan Singh never did except nodding his stupid head. Even the bank scams like PNB started in the Congress govt period. If you can blame Modi for anything, you can blame him for letting callous criminals like Kanimozhi and Raja and Vadera and Maran brothers slip through the loopholes in the legal net.

Whatever he is, Modi works 20 hours a day for my country. Whether the ‘end’ is what you like or not, i like his ‘means.’ His intentions are good. He has no reasons to accumulate wealth like your Karunanidhi or Lalu Prasad Yadav with their multiple wives and ‘keeps’ and their brood of rowdy sons (legal and illegal) in every city and town.

Will Indian media stop your rubbish and for once speak the truth. Bloody bunch of liars. Worse than pimps selling your soul for a pittance. Like that bitch Barkha Slut. Sick sick sick Indian media. The Tasmac குடிமகன் who can figure out a smart phone and make Whatsapp video call cannot comply with Aadhar? Who the hell are you kidding.

Remember, Kanimozhi, accused whose case is still pending in courts, is the union leader of the Hindu labour union, and the newspaper is Swiss Church/Missionary owned. Cannot expect anything other than filth from them. May be the Hindu likes her because of her ‘Swiss’ connections ???


The Sivakasi Pataka : Sri Devi


A beauty from Sri Devi’s first picture. She was 13 then: ‘Moondru Mudichu’ heavy subject under Dada Sahab Phalke award winning director K Balachander. And how maturely she handled it opposite not one but two budding and challenging actors Rajni Kanth and Kamal Hasan both at the same time as the script demanded…


For most of us from Tamil Nad, Sri Devi’s memory is restricted to her Tamil/south Indian pictures. We did catch up with her Bollywood films but we found that her soul was somehow missing in them. ‘Moondram Pirai’ (the third night slice of moon) originally Tamil was dubbed into Hindi as ‘Sadma’ and this picture changed Sri Devi’s destiny and weaned her away from Madras, her home forever.

Remember ‘Star Dust’ calling Sri Devi ‘Idli’ in one of their issues in 1980s when I was a school girl and a huge fan of Sri Devi. Because Sri Devi was a little plumpy but healthy-looking then. Some of us girls swore not to touch Stardust again in life. I still cannot forget the racial slurs Stardust routinely unleashed on heroines from south. When Sri Devi won, it was victory for the south for us. I completely left reading Stardust with that one issue of theirs. Sri Devi proved the bloody editor wrong. Stardust/Hindi tabloids could be wholly responsible for ruining and devastating Sri Devi’s engagement (she was to marry the Tennis Grandslam and ace player Vijay Amritraj of Amritraj Brothers,  from Madras and Hollywood producers.


Born in Siva Kasi, the famous fire-cracker industrial small town of India/Tamil Nadu, none of us in Tamil Nadu thought our local heart throb Sri Devi, who was already a legend and sort of lady superstar in Tamil film industry, would turn into an all-India sensation.

It is only this week I was watching one of her foremost films ’16 vayadhinile’ (at 16 years) for umpteenth time. In this epic picture, Sri Devi is a village belle. In most southern films, she appears without make-up or glamorous costumes. The hero is Kamal Hasan and the anti-hero Rajni Kanth. I can never tire of this classic rural scape that i have watched dozens of times in the tv. Everytime I watch this film, I tell myself why Sri Devi, Rajni Kanth, Kamal Hasan, director Bharathi Raja, music director Ilayaraja and even the comedian Goundamani became huge success stories. It is like a cult movie. A must watch to see how basic and real Tamil film industry is and how it molds actors like it may never be possible in Bollywood.

I have loved Sri Devi’s black and white Tamil magics and also those few colour films that came at the start of the 1980s. Powerful and meaningful roles for the actress who easily became a superstar in the south clad  in a sari, never with the kind of clothes or make-up that she wore in Bollywood. I have seen almost all of Sri Devi’s Tamil films, but have not seen her Hindi films much except for perhaps one or two. REason was, I could not come to terms with her Bollywood image. In Tamil films, Sri Devi has a huge nose. For Hindi film industry, she went for a nose job after which she became an all-India superstar.

One more thing I loved about Sri Devi was her voice, which was childish and sweet. Amazingly Sri Devi did not know a single word of Hindi when she started acting in Bollywood. From initial stages of getting dubbed for her roles, imagine the lengths she had to walk to get where she did.

I was about to write a piece of ’16 vayadhinile’ (1976?) …. I will…

The image of Sri Devi with me will always be that of the south Indian heroine that she was. I saw ‘English Vinglish’ a couple of years back and loved it. I could understand why Bollywood celebrated her. She could have been daughter of Chennai but then she became the bahu of Mumbai.

Yet Sri Devi’s residence is still there in Chennai. Once after she entered Bollywood, I went for shopping at Nilgiris supermarket. After I married. By then Sri Devi had been almost forgotten locally after her debut in Bollywood, and Tamil film industry had seen many more rising female stars. Sri Devi was not yet married then I guess. I saw her in her car driven by her driver. She had lost her mother i think. Not sure. She was in a yellow sari, calm and quiet, without any of the fanfare about her as in Bollywood. No make-up. Looked sombre in fact and i wondered for a moment, what was happening in her life.  But i was a young mother myself. No more thoughts for busy me then. Nobody in Madras gave her a second look. This was the first superstar of Bollywood imagine. I did stare at her in awe. The image, like JJ’s, stays with me forever though. Like frozen in time. Sri Devi I recall, unlike JJ who sought eye contact with me/any pedestrian when held up in traffic, was careful not to make eye-contact with passersby. Her car had slowed down near Nilgiris, behind which her house was. My one and only encounter with the star. I later learned her property was in a legal dispute. Sri Devi owned a lot of real estate in the city.

Sri Devi made her debut in Tamil film industry at the tender age of 4 years as a child artiste. Her mother was an extra artiste. She wanted to make her daughter a heroine. Just like JJ’s mother who was also an extra who wanted to make JJ a heroine. Sri Devi, quite like Jayalalitha Jayaram, became a star only to fulfill her mother’s wishes. While in Madras, she was completely under the control of her parents. She had affair with none. She was gossiped with none. Her mother chaperoned her everywhere. Down south, she never socialized, never partied. Her private life was off public gaze. Sri was a very much protected and cherished daughter. In Bollywood, everything changed. She was rumoured to have married Mithun Chakraborty. She was about to marry Vijay Amritraj, the ace tennis Grandslam player from Madras, now a US citizen and a renowned Hollywood producer. But the wedding plans fell through at the last moment when Hindi tabloids released news of the star’s marriage to Mithun. She was already over it but the damage was done. Sri Devi broke down reportedly on that. The same Bollywood that made her into a superstar also destroyed and damaged her life forever. Media had the biggest role to play in changing her life. Shameless and heartless. After that, her parents passed away, and she married Boney Kapoor. There was tv report about her during her Bollywood days when she returned to Madras/Sivakasi to canvass for her father Aiyappan who was contesting for a Congress seat in Lok Sabha elections. Since then Sri Devi rarely returned to Chennai or was in local news.

Sri Devi’s family in Madras used to be very closely knit. Her younger sister Sri Latha was married off by Sri Devi who never allowed even a single photograph of her young sis to be published anywhere in the media in those days. We in Tamil Nadu never knew anything about her sister except for her name. That is how the actress fiercely protected her sibling from public glare. Of late I kept wondering how the Sri Devi of Tamil film industry who was so protective about her kid sister keeping her out of tinsel town/media news was parading her own teenage daughters for filmy chances, in parties etc. Was this the Bollywood effect? What a character change from the simple but firm Sri Devi to the stunningly glam Sri Devi, the diva of Bollwyood that she had become.

Sri Devi, running and running after money and fame from right her fourth year as a little child, who never attended school for this reason, who lived first for her parents, who lived then for her daughters…. I hope she finally gets all the rest she duly deserves.

Feel saddest about her.  Like JJ, she did not have it easy. Throughout her life, she was chasing money. I never liked her Bollywood transformation but that is what made her all-India famous. But she was already popular in entire south. But Sri Devi left her dear daughters exactly the way her mother left her at the most crucial point of her life. With her nose surgery, Sri Devi began her life long tryst with cosmetic surgery: pucking her lips, liposuction, tummy tucks etc., etc. Coupled with the enormous financial stress she had over maintaining her status and dressing up her daughters, she must have paid with her life which makes one wonder whether it is worth it.

Watching ’16 vayadhinile’ with my husband, we were chatting how everyone else in the picture Sri Devi, Rajni Kanth, Kamal Hasan, comedian Gaunda Mani, director Bharathi Raja, music composer Ilaya Raja all went on to become superstars in their own fields even though they played unflattering roles/behind the scenes. But the glamourous and good looking hero-like doctor played by whoever (?) became a one-film sensation and dropped out of the film industry totally, to be forgotten forever. When the film may have been released, who would have imagined such a reversal of roles in actual life.

In retrospective, I now wonder who is the real winner in life. Rajni Kanth and Kamal Hasan who have made themselves jokers after touching the peak of fame and fortune whose own daughers are unworthy of any mention doing them harm, Ilaya Raja and Bharathi Raja whose sons are spoilt and beyond redemption, Sri Devi now no more… or perhaps this hero guy who played the doctor who went into anonymity after ’16 vayadhinile’ never becoming the hero he was supposed to be… This man I am sure is now far and removed from film industry and limelight, probably a happy family man than all of these supposedly successful stars from the film. What is success and what is failure in life. The doctor guy could be the real success story in actual life who knows.  Do people even bother to know if he exists anymore?! Good for him!

And one more irony of life: how Sri Devi who went under knife for a chain of cosmetic surgeries also was destined to go through post mortem for one final time. The business class queen like heroine to be transported back in cargo section.

Life is that much impermanent. Nothing is stable. Sri Devi is proof.


Destiny of Tamil Heroines

Vaijayanthi Mala married Bali, she was his second wife. Rekha, daughter of veteran Tamil actor Gemini Ganesan, entered Bollywood only because she was an illegitimate child born out of wedlock. She wanted to move far and away from Madras. Hema Malini became the second wife of Dharmendra. Jaya Prada second wife of someone else. Sri Devi’s story we know. Aseen originally Mallu only has married well.

Contrastingly Hindi heroines who fared better in south like Khushboo, Jyothika (both muslim by birth) are happily married in Chennai (to Hindu families).

Gruesome genocide committed by Christian Missionary near Kanchipuram


Why is the Indian media quiet on the gruesome mass murder of the invalid and poorest of the poor, at the hands of Christian missionary near Kanchipuram. 1590 deaths in 7 years at the rate of one every 2 to 3 days. Is this normal. Why the cement cellars without civic authority’s approval. If the poor old abducted woman had not raised the alarm, this would have gone on unnoticed for how many years more. How was this missionary functioning.  Who were funding them from abroad? Is this a big organ harvesting racket that has been accidentally busted upon? What else are the christian missionaries in Tamil Nadu/India engaged in other than murdering and selling the bones and skeletons of the poor and destitute it shelters in the name of service? Pedophile pastors have been known to prey on young boys and girls in the christian missionary run homes for the homeless children. These predators never however made to the headlines of Indian media.

What are the Hindu and Times of India doing. Why is the Dravidian Tamil parties unusually silent on the issue except for a couple of tv channels without much of political influence? So much noise for a beef lynching. Beef lynchings are isolated incidents blown big by Indian media. Admittedly there have been one or two. There are more incidents of Hindu girls getting kidnapped and raped and murdered and dumped by muslim criminals, Hindu boys murdered for falling in love with the minority girls. The media never tell these real life stories. If you are christian or muslim in India, you can pimp, prostitute, pedophile, steal, murder, terrorize, recruit for terror, disregard and insult Indian law, national flag, national anthem, smuggle, print and circulate fake currency notes, smuggle, drug, but the Indian media is right behind you. You get foreign funding. But if you are a Hindu who erred even unwittingly, the same media and intelligentsia will pounce on you. Like the Award wapsi brigade. Ettu surakkai karikku udahavaadhu. This is what I want to tell the useless authors who talk big but are a big zero when it comes to value addition to society in any form. The democracy and secularism of India depend on the demography of India first.

CBI inquiry requested in the matter. Mister Prime Minister, please close with immediate effect all the christian missionaries functioning throughout the length and breadth of India until further audit clearnance. Please order government audit of all churches, shelters/homes, service centers, masjids and madarasas: only you can do it. Wanted a monthwise figure of christian conversions recorded by every single church in India from Kashmir to Kanyakumari, from Assam to Kutchy Gujarat.


Modesty Is In Our Mind

Authentic Pakistani Culture Thoo !

Just watched a tv interview of Reham Khan, the second wife of Imran Khan. Stunned to learn that she was divorced through a message (triple talaq) (never mind Reham herself was a second-hand with 3 kids I guess borne out of first marriage).

Pictures reveal the new third Mrs. Imran Khan draped head to foot with not even her face showing. From the interview, it looks like this shameless woman was happily married for 30 years to her first husband and is a mother of 5 kids.

Frequently you see barbs by these so called ‘puritans’ commenting on us Indian women, especially Hindu women. How many Hindu women will leave their family, husband to marry someone at this naani-daadhi age. Some of my friends are already grandmothers. One or two are widows. One rare friend is a divorcee. But a second marriage is out of question for my girls – the widow and the divorcee. It breaks my heart to think they will be all alone for the rest of their lives. The divorcee is single from her 30th year. Naughtiest among us. But is a fire when it comes to men in actual life. I learn from the women in my country, from my society, what it is to be a woman of character, how to be strong, how to be independent. Re-marriages are happening in India too finally, still it is a very negligible statistic. Honestly, i have felt my friends deserve a second chance. They are eligible, they have merit. Yet the way they deny themselves worldly pleasures and embrace lone life and celibacy with unwavering mind, makes me proud as well as aches my heart at the same time. They willingly adhere to unspoken/unwritten laws of our society: NOT ENFORCED BY HINDU RELIGION OR ANY SACRED TEXT. This is the beauty of my culture. Once you become a mother, that is what you are first.

But why make motherhood the measuring yardstick.

Take the wife/ex-wife of our PM Narendra Modi. Did the great lady marry again after he left her when she was not even 20 years? Yet didn’t she go ahead with her education and then retire as a school teacher?

A friend who is 40+ was taking a taxi in Dubai. She is childless but is happy with her husband. Looks like the driver who was a handsome guy, a Paki, was asking her casually about her family. When my friend said she had no kid, the guy turned to her and said it seems, ‘girls like you must leave these fellows and come to us, we shall take better care of you.’ My friend was shocked at this open invitation and she said, it showed what these men thought of us women in general.

There have been great grand mothers in our families who were widowed under 10 years who never remarried.

Very recently I attended the ‘Sadhabishegam’ of my aunt and uncle. My uncle turned 80 years on that occasion. The elderly couple wedded for almost 50 years, remarried each other for the third time in front of their children, grandchildren, friends and family. When my uncle turned 60, the couple had had their ‘Sashtiabdapurthi’ which is observed when a man turns 60 years. This is the second time a man repeats his marital vows with the same wife in our culture. Such is the respect Hindus bestow on the institution of marriage and husband and wife relationship. Not to be diluted so easily by SMS, Whatsapp, Phone call or Skype with just 3 words.

Further more, our girls socialize freely with men, clad comfortably in jeans and shorts and skirts, are definitely far and better academically qualified, contributing to national economy as working professionals etc., yet this bizarre thing of a mother of 5 who must be grandmother already or ready-to-be-granny marrying a 60+ man will never happen in our society, except may be in Bollywood and/or very rich, creamy and elitist circles like page 3 people or celebrities/stars.

Hindu couples live like albatrosses. India could be that rare country in the world where even most of our boys remain chaste until their marriage.

But then why must Pakis be any different from desert cults. In Malaysia, as I did witness with my own eyes, the fastest and cheapest girls were Malays and Indonesians – available easily for one-night stands. Its rarest to find a Malay virgin girl over 10-12 years. This was the case in 1997-2001. Remember, they still wore tudong, the head scarf!!! Culture?

Modesty, honour, respectability and dignity must be in our mind, not in our clothes. As far as I am concerned this 3rd missus of Imran Khan is actually naked in public. Emperor’s new clothes, yes! Dancing, singing, partying, donning the micro-minis, hanging out with boys – all these have nothing to do with one’s morality or ethics. Shame must be for right reasons. Or is shame applicable only to your sari pallu (nee dupatta pallu) that you can cover your head with?

If you feel shame for right reasons, you won’t feel shame for trivial ones. If you are modest in mind, the superficial farces won’t matter to you. When you are petty, you will feel shame for all wrong reasons just like this 3rd Mrs. Khan.

In Tamil we say, ‘malai pogiradhu theriyadhu, madu pogiradhu theriyum’ which means ‘it is not felt when the mountain moves, it is felt when the mound shakes.’ This is the difference between desi native Hindu culture and the imported desert culture.

Shameless woman. A woman can pass legally many hands for them, sleep with different men, begetting children sired by them: only thing that matters is: Cover yourself head to foot!!! Cover your head! Don’t sing, don’t dance, don’t wear jeans, don’t talk to guys, don’t come home late!!!

PS: Suppose Khan tires of her soon like he got tired of Reham, after sleeping with him, third Mrs. Khan may marry another old man next and consummate her marriage and then return to her first husband who would accept her back as a true gentleman because this kind of code of morality and ethics is sanctified by their scriptures proudly. Asli Pak culture. Note: Consummation mandatory for the mother of 5 with the third husband, in that case.


America, America !

Many children growing up in India dream of attending American universities someday. America is also affordable, not beyond our orbit these days. As normally perceived, it is not merely in pursuit of materialistic goals that Indian kids want to go to America.  America offers scope and opportunity for the thirsty mind and willing aptitude of our ambitious youngsters. My son too wanted to go to America – to gain knowledge first and foremost. America has been good to him and his friends. Their way of thinking has changed in mere 2 years. India offers to America brightest and clean kids who America seems to fine-tune to perfection. This is what I can say. Wherever I went in America, I could see a remarkable Indian presence. Imagine bumping into an Indian family on vacation from India every few steps in the Disney World. Or hearing the Hindi bath in the Grand Canyon. Or about Mandaveli matters in Tamil while on elevator to the Hoover Dam.  You don’t feel alien in US soil. Indians are not mistaken for Arabs or Blacks. Americans easily figure out that you are from India. Buddha and Yoga and surprisingly Lord Shiva too are everywhere! The rapport enjoyed between Americans and Indians is apparent. The two groups are very comfortable with each other. In fact, an american friend of my son came home (home in the sense, the shared apartment) just to eat my curry food. One thing that connects these two communities is: knowledge sharing and yearning to grow and develop. Besides, Indian kids are not on drugs or alcohol or whatsoever. They’re clean, disciplined, hardworking, law abiding, which goes well with academically oriented American kids.

I still wonder why my son never eveR thought of going to UK or Europe or Canada or Australia for his higher studies. India has its fair share of good universities, the IITs but he is not IIT material either. Mostly, it is only kids who cannot get into American universities via GRE-TOEFL exams who opt for Australia or UK.

Cannot even imagine what can go wrong in this great nation United States of America. Average intelligence is very good there for even high school drop outs. It is not like in India or generally in Asia. In India, the literate also are not always very smart. Smartness does not go with your academics. Whereas in the US, as far as it struck me at least, the average americans are highly tech-savvy, they know what is going on around them, are smart and are intelligent. Their basic schooling is different from what we have in India. In India, basic schooling upto Standard 12 is very rigorous but that hardly teaches us smartness or life skills. The Indian syllabus however enables us Indians to easily adapt to American universities so may be there is something right about our schools as well. Still, I get the idea that the American school is too good. Because even a matriculate there seems to be well informed whether or not he/she must have stepped into university campus.

But what I did notice however in America is, the high prevalence of drugs. Guns of course which we do not get to see as tourists. Mugging is supposedly very common. We were told, we could get killed for something as cheap as even an I Phone if we’re in the wrong place. Similar warnings in Europe too. Imagine, in India, in my hometown Chennai, women walk freely wearing diamond jewelry. It is perfectly okay to withdraw heavy cash in our ATMs in full public view. Crimes happen in my city too (of late happening because of migrant labourers from Bihar), still Chennai is a far, far safer place to live in.

Right in Miami airport, we were warned, drug peddlers and petty thieves were rampant. So we were tense there during the 2-3 hours waiting time. I don’t think I have seen a drug addict before in my life, but I knew one when I saw him for the first time in America. Drugs seemed to reek everywhere. To tell here frankly, for the first time in my life, I was scared like i had never been in India or even in Middle East. Here it seemed very different. Finally, heaved a sigh of relief catching the flight to Orlando.

Homeless people too were everywhere. I didn’t notice first. Because we in India, call them bluntly ‘beggars.’ Beggars in India are in rags always, handicapped, asking openly for alms from passersby. In America, the homeless remained in the shadows, hardly visible to our naked eyes. But once I learned to spot them, I could see them in tourist destinations, in front of malls etc. They appeared better dressed, a bit haggard that’s all. Even while begging they seemed to have some dignity in my opinion. They never asked for money openly. Passersby stopped on their own volition to give them some cents.

Someone told me in America that I seemed to be an elite Indian and that I could belong only with elite America. Not at all. I am middle-class Indian. In our society, we accord utmost importance to academics and professional career. We have engineering graduates and doctors in our family for over 3 generations now. As for America, it is a strange society to me and I cannot place people readily to whichever background they come from. All Americans seem one and the same to me.

We have to take whatever is good anywhere. Academics is too good in America. I love America for giving Indian kids knowledge over anything. One good reason for me to love America is that, my son loves America. Whatever is my son’s choice, I shall love unconditionally. Full stop.

My son never liked Middle East. He has been here on school vacations. He could not come to terms with loss of freedom here. We the expat Indians are here only for money. We have sacrificed our independence for the sake of a few precious greenbacks.

What I loved about the US was that, I could be free there as I could be in India. There was so much similarity. The freedom of the mind, the freedom of the spirit was there in America, which I didn’t have to suppress. Only in India otherwise I have that privilege.

I noted the way the Americans respected law and order, how they followed the traffic rules (especially in Florida there seems to be NO ROAD RAGE), how they loved their nation, how they nurtured nature, how they preserved everything good… Whether it is in a park reserve or restaurant or shopping mall, everyone greeted me with a hello or a good morning/good evening which I did not see anywhere in Europe. The facilities offered in universities were tremendous. Very active helpline for foreign kids. Unlike what is reported in media, America welcomes fresh immigrant talent. If there is scope for using fresh talent, they do not hesitate to hire foreign students. Most of the masters degree graduates and research students in America are either Indians or Chinese. These young men and women are encouraged to work in the US.

Tech wise too I find America much superior to Europe. Not that I am a seasoned traveler. But i find Europe backward by 100 years somewhat compared to the US. Like we in India keep ranting about our glorious past, Europe too revels too much in the past. Besides, Paris is as dirty as India and so is entire Italy. India is not as bad as some poorer European nations either. Whether it is highway standards or reservoirs or latest medical procedure or space travel, USA leads the world and is head and shoulders over and above Europe. Knowledge capital of the world, if you ask me. America is contemporary. Sorry I am tired of the classic. America is refreshing. America is innovative. America is bold and daring and young and energetic and inviting.

Mass shooting therefore shocks me more now than before. Until my US visit, America was a foreign country to me. Somehow seeing my son there loving America, makes me feel like America is India too. Cannot help the emotional attachment with America now. Past is in the history. I don’t want to dwell over the Spanish invasions or whatever. It is from America I learned recently that we have to stop talking about past in India too. What is present right here and now matters more. Future is what is important. What a perfect system the Americans have created, a role model for the entire world?

When touring NASA, I was thinking of ISRO. The earliest IRSO satellite in India was carried to the space center at the back of a bullock cart and a bicyle. NASA unlike ISRO is rich. But the spirit of ISRO was evident to me when I was visiting NASA. The same quest, the same intelligence, the same mission … ISRO is what poor India can afford… but then over 30% of NASA scientists are Indians too. Like over 30% American doctors are Indians. Over 30% American software engineers are Indians. Sundar Pichai or Satya Nadela or Indra Nooyi are not lucky coincidences. They are Hindu Indian heritage proudly now American. The Hindu Indian contribution to America is immense. No wonder, in Grand Canyon, two peaks are named as Shiva temple and Vishnu temple. The cheeky me asked whether there was an ***** temple too and they looked at me like, ‘are you crazy!’

Admire the way the Americans have streamlined everything in their country, every procedure, every system… that anything you come across there is user-friendly. Highly organized, well thought-out and pre-planned. Even their casual countryside architecture made one stop and take notice, for the simplicity and uncomplicated mechanism it presented. No frills attached. Straight as an arrow. So what is going wrong still in America.

I can only find one reason: complete breakdown of family in American society for materialistic pleasures. Women in India are not subjugating themselves to their husbands. Americans must understand this basic fact. If I am today not working, it is not because i am lazy or that my husband wants to keep me within 4 walls. It is just that, we are doing this for our family. Family is important. Family is not about merely Mothers day or Fathers day or Thanksgiving. Family means much more than that. What India has that America does not have is this family advantage.

To record frankly here, I want my son to have a happy family life in India. Individuality is celebrated in America. But happy families flourish in India.

Rounding up this post soon :

In immigration, the officer asked us while entering US: ‘you two together?’ ‘Yes’ replied my husband. ‘Husband and wife?’ asked he next. “yes’ it was i who replied this time. ‘You two live in the same house? I mean, from same residential address?’ asked the officer. I was taken aback. ‘Of course’ I replied, ‘married for 24 years!’ After a few more queries he said, ‘Madam not many are like you, you know? even if you stay married so long, you don’t have to live together! and even if you are visiting your son together, you need not have to stay married for that! Nice!’ with that he returned our passports saying, ‘enjoy your stay in America, welcome to America!’

In under 2 minutes, the officer showed me a glimpse of America. I thought I had a pretty normal regular Indian life. This life in India, we take for granted. We look with envy at fast cars, foreign holiday destinations, shopping festivals etc., etc., and think our life sucks. But what we have in India, is something precious – hardly anybody sees that.

I am no expert in anything. But let Americans start believing in family once again and let them rebuild their families. I cannot understand this nonsense space. I mean, we all need space. But over a point, the so-called enforced space is too much. It turns people into islands. Unreachable. Remote. This is no good.

Now concerned for our kids in America. Please America, take better care of our kids. We have given them to you in silver platter. They are too good, you know. Sweetest, smartest, brightest. Made in India with such a love, care and trust. All the goodness of India packaged into our kids.

God bless America!

Fake Hate Stories In Social Media

Last evening I liked and shared a post of my friend in Facebook. It was supposedly about India’s ace Bollywood playback singer from 1970s Mohammad Rafi’s grand daughter rendering a spiritual bhajan in Cochin. No sooner had I posted it, an other friend from Bangalore corrected me saying, it was Gayatri Rao or someone from Art Of Living who was the artiste, not Rafi’s grand daughter. I apologized and immediately withdrew my post.

I have had misgivings about certain posts of mine as well as others’ since long. There was this one on ‘Thirukkural’ being hijacked by christian evangelists in Tamil Nad.  A conservative, religious Tambram school friend of mine doubted that the lip sync in the video was not accurate. I still went ahead and shared the post in good faith.

Normally, I mince no words when it comes to expressing my disgust and rage at islamic terrorism, or christian evangelism which also I sort of view as cultural terrorism carefully and systematically unleashed in India.

Yet,  a string of recent posts by some ‘hyper’ gangs in social media in circulation in Tamil Nadu is bothersome. It looks like these vested interests are hell bent on acquiring the staunchest Dravidian state, at any cost whatsoever.

It is not even a week since one more friend ‘whatsapped’ how a group of christian preachers entered a south Tamil Nadu temple terrorizing the locals and the temple administration. No further leads and no media coverage. No convincing video and the post automatically got dropped losing steam. It struck me right then that this post could have been a cleverly planted story to incite violence by provoking rural Tamils.

There was also the Meenakshi Amman temple fire in Madurai, a very politically and socially sensitive city in Tamil Nad. Some over-alert bhakts in social media were alleging communal reasons and sabotage for the fire. Now the plot emerging is that, it is the auctioning lobby (for the shops) which is behind the fire if it was not accidentally sparked off by a short-circuit. There is simply no communal angle to the temple fire. It is unfortunate that the centuries old UNESCO listed world heritage Meenakshi Temple, epitome of Dravidian architecture, is exploited shamelessly and ruthlessly by racketeers. But playing up the communal card for the mishap is not only mischievous but also a dangerous and totally callous, irresponsible ploy that could prove to be counter-productive.

These miscreants have not even left the Valentines’ Day undisturbed.

This was in social media this morning:

Only, Bhagat Singh was not hung on February 14th, as the post indicates. All we need to do to recheck facts is, google or consult wiki.

There is another set of pictures doing the rounds in social media right now: it is depicting Shiva at the foot of (christian) angel, allegedly issued by one Jose Constructions. While I had my doubts, one of the comments in related post addressed the point. Looks like ‘satan’ at the foot of the angel has obviously been given a communal twist by whoever.

Not only is this sinister but is also entirely anti-national in my opinion. Whoever is behind this kind of misinformation must be brought to books. If Jose Constructions could dare to defile, why cannot they be sued legally in the court of law. Why cannot their licence be suspended. The fact that the interested social media parties do not want to initiate legal action proves that this post is not innocent. And that it is manipulated.

The people of Tamil Nadu have not absolved ANYONE note ANYONE from Jayalalitha Jayaram’s unexplained and mysterious death case, in their minds. And this includes both the state and the central figures. WHOEVER it is. The ex-chief minister of Tamil Nadu might or might not have been a saint, but her days were believed to be numbered right in the Karnataka jail.

Why is everything and everyone fake. What a horrible destiny for Mother India.

Tamil Nadu cannot be entered through back door. Tamil Nadu has to be taken heads on. If you have the courage, if you have honesty most of all, then Tamil Nadu will not be difficult. Before the dravidian parties came to power, who was ruling Tamil Nadu until the mid 60s?

As for EVR, the hypocrites of Tamil Nadu keep repeatedly referring to his garlanding the Hindu Gods with chappals. No coward will however admit that the same E V Ramaswamy Naicker in the 1920s went to Varanasi where he was refused food at every single Hindu mutt only because he was a Shudra. EVR disguised himself as a brahmin to eat at a choultry which incidentally functioned with bania charity. He was discovered and thrown out mercilessly without a morsel of food which made him and his wife eat from garbage for three days for survival, before he could board the train back to Madras. Those were days when there were no modern hotels for guests everywhere. The incident proved to be a turning point in his life. Those who talk about EVR can include a footnote or preface before posting anything on Dravidianism or Periyar, as EVR came to be known in the state.

Conversion is a big scourge in India today no doubt, but fellow Hindus have a lot to blame themselves. Hypocrisy and cunning will not win you hearts. Christian missionaries still render humanitarian service, the likes of which go unparalleled until now in materialistic Hindu society. My mother worked for a catholic convent that was educating deaf, dumb and blind children FOR FREE. Why was there not such a Hindu institution then that served these children of the lesser God. We are here in middle-east for years living with muslims. It is easy to provoke muslims into violence, this much I can say about them. But if you are in a spot, it is more likely that a muslim will come to your aid first rather than a fellow selfish hindu or a calculative christian. Take out the fanaticism from  muslims, they are fine.

As a patriotic Hindu Indian, I can tolerate neither islamic terrorism nor christian evangelism in Indian soil. Yet I am practical enough to realize that, we cannot simply wish away our christian and muslim population. We have to live with them. We cannot shut them totally out of our lives. We cannot drown them in the Indian ocean.

If Hindus are less materialistic, lot less ambitious, lot less self-centered, lot more community-oriented, then conversions cannot turn anyone to christianity by whatever fraudulent means. The Hindu hypocrisy drives away weak people into the open arms of the christian evangelists. We need two hands to clap. Where is conversion rampant: wherever there is hopeless poverty and social injustice.

I hope the lies will stop from now on. Shame on whoever is for one-man-up-ship  by false means.

Whether Gandhi deserved to be assassinated or not, Mahatma Gandhi as we know was NOT for prime minister’s chair either. As some confirmed, self-confessed bachelor boys are, who supposedly sacrificed their entire lives for India.  If service is only your motto, you won’t be dreaming of power. Gandhi, also from Gujarat showed us the difference. There are two kinds of men in the world: those who talk less and do more from behind the scenes and secondly those who are like ‘much ado about nothing.’

(Why invoke EVR and Gandhi and Patel and Bose for everything, 70 years after India’s independence; our current affairs are our making since 1947. )

The Children Of Mahabali

The Aryan-Dravidian divide in India is a never ending debate. Much water has flown under this bridge, yet what keeps the issue alive at least for those like me is, questions like, “if Asuras are indeed evil incarnations, then why is Mahabali celebrated in Kerala? why is his homecoming observed as Onam. why is the king revered as the son of the soil. why are ‘we’ still waiting for Mahabali’s return ???!!!

In the land that comes alive with ‘Onam’ not surprisingly there is no celebration of Deepavali, festival of lights when the whole of India is lit up.

Has it ever crossed your mind, why is it for centuries that the Dravidian Keralites have preferred to wait for Mahabali than rejoice at the homecoming of Rama?

The geographical lines between the four (now five) Dravidian southern states of India have been drawn up in under 60-70 years. For centuries, nothing otherwise divided the Dravida Nadu engulfed between the Coramandel coasts that were defined by the Eastern and Western Ghats on either sides bounded by the Bay of Bengal and Arabian Sea respectively. The southern peninsula of India was like one single entity. The Chera-Chola-Pandya kingdoms flourished side by side. The Cheras ruled what is now called Kerala. The Pandya-Cholas reigned over Tamil Nadu.  The Andhra-Karnataka regions were under the sway of the Vijayanagara Empire. Barring a few small princely states like Mysore and Travancore, rest of the south came under the British crown in 1857.

If you can speak any one Dravidian language, then you can understand the other three : Telugu, Malayalam and Kannada. It is easy to guess that the Tamil language got adapted to local conditions. Even with Tamil Nadu, we have slangs varying from district to district.

How Mahabali lost ground in other southern regions and remains rooted in Kerala is though a mystery. Given Kerala is home to Adi Shankara of Kaladi, it is interesting to note that Onam is still the most gaily celebrated festival in ‘God’s own country.’

Amit shah, no wonder, reportedly asked Keralites to stop celebrating Onam !!! Because Onam and Mahabali are direct and open contradictions to the Aryan-Dravidian-Divide-Is-Myth society who want to make all of India appear one happy, good but homogeneous family without individual regional identities.

Well, we have to think Anand Neelakantan for clearing most of our doubts. Thanks to the author, fiction his could be, I got a clear perspective of what is what.

I grew up doing the Ramayanam (Sundara Kandam) parayanam too on weekly basis, along with my parents and my younger sister. It was our saturday ritual. My mother was working as a teacher. So every saturday we sat together and read from Valmiki’s Tamil translation. The first week, my mother would begin the Puja with offerings to the divine. The finishing week, we invited people for a feast on banana leaf at home. Among the four of us, we read four chapters per week. It took us a couple of months to complete Ramayana recitation a single time, and we repeated the cycle hardly breaking for a week. Can today’s kids imagine such rituals.

After my mother, I lost connection with many things in my life, Ramayana being one. Two years back in Chennai Book Fair, I happened to chance upon a brand new Valmiki Thamizh translation of Sundara Kandam in Ramayanam, with original Sanskrit slokas to begin with. I went for it without a second thought and got it with me here to Middle East. Ever since I am reading Ramayana two chapters at a time in my Puja, twice a week. I am no more the little girl who read the Ramayana obligingly and boringly, with my parents. Now I am an adult, a wife and a mother, a responsible person.

Besides, I have named my son after Ram, the legendary Hindu God. Not because of my Ramayana connection. Only because, my sister-in-law chose the name for my baby. So the name connects me and Lord Ram to eternity. Until my son left for abroad, I used to call him ‘Shriraam’ a million times everyday. Not just call, scream! Shout! Even if I cut it short to ‘Shri’ still the half name meant invoking Lord Ganesha (called Shri in north) and Goddess of wealth and fortune Lakshmi. I loved and love most my son’s name because, every time I call to him I know I am bringing positive vibes into my home, into my being, into our lives.

A lot of questions still do pop up in my mind as I read the chapters or Ramayan presently. Not withstanding my sentimental attachment to Ram. I guess, these have got to do with my sense of justice, sense of reasoning, nothing more. As I grow older, I am tiring of fakes, I am losing patience for ‘make-believe.’ I am yearning more and more for truth and truth alone.

Like my son, who questioned the three lines on the squirrel’s back in Ramayana: ‘Why did not the Hindus investigate the biological reason behind it, than calling it the caress from Lord Ram for centuries?’ I was dumbfounded because, neither did i ever think of it any other way. Until then that is. ‘Ma, that’s the reason, we Indians will always be followers and the Caucasians will be the inventors’ said he. How true.

I did not tell him, every time I read about the destruction of Ashoka Vana, I wince despite me. Every time I read about Kishkintha and the uprooting of the garden and trees, I get angry.  Any beautiful thing marred, scarred horrifies me. It is simply me. It has nothing to do with Ramayana or my religiosity or lack of it.

I am fortunate to be a Hindu I know, because as a Hindu I can get away questioning my faith, my Gods. I won’t be beheaded for so-called ‘blasphemy.’ But there are numskulls among Hindus who will not want questions to be asked. Who do not like questions to be asked. Who do not encourage questions to be asked. Who do not want questions to be answered.

I did not complete the book ‘Asura’ but I was enormously pleased with the author with the way he shaped the book. For reassurance whether my thoughts were logical, I chatted up with my son’s friends – eight of them, from different parts of India. In the age bracket 23-27 years to be precise. Nice boys, all having completed their masters, so let there be no doubts about their academic basics. Seems I am the last to read the book. Coming from different backgrounds from Tambrahm to Punjabi Sikh, the guys said they loved the book. It sounded convincing, it was the most plausible explanation for what or how the Hindu history could have evolved, they said. It is still a fiction, none of us lost sight of the inevitable fact. But how things develop, how things get exaggerated, how things get underplayed, how things get manipulated … all this becomes clear as you turn page after page of ‘Asura.’ So may be, I was not off the point. A lot of Indians thought like me. They were open to ideas, that is what impressed me most. They were not rigid. They were willing to explore the most antagonistic idea which was comforting. They were ready to test new grounds, they did not say their faith was unshakable. They had their doubts, which raised my hopes.

Even before reading Asura, through out my life, I have come across various interpretations of Ramayan. In one of them, Seetha indeed is always portrayed as long-lost daughter of Ravana. In fact, I have been told of this an other supposition right from my childhood. Every other kid growing up in my generation probably heard both versions of Ramayan – one in which Ravana is vying for Seetha’s love and attention and one in which Ravan’s daughter is Seetha (which he is unaware of).

Anand Neelakantan exploited the Ravan-Seetha father-daughter angle. His plot development at every stage was meticulous including the description of the ‘Pushpaka Vimana’ the flying chariot that the ancient Hindus supposedly pioneered  in, in another plane of time, lost to civilization to be redeemed in modern science age. Bhadra, the classical Panchama(dalit of today)’s of how he came to be relegated as the most downtrodden class is a moving tale. The inhumane custom of throwing food into banana leaf in a sand pit made in the road side in the King’s way or the Chariot path for Bhadra and his ilk continued upto a hundred years back in India, especially Kerala. Today, we talk of conversion. If you ever are to be born as unfortunate as Bhadra, convert will what you will have to do. Conversion seemed to be the only option in my mind as I wanted Bhadra to have his self respect, to be treated as human, not sub-human, the way the caste Hindus ridiculed him and subjugated him to menial tasks. Kerala temples, pristine as they seem outward, still reek of caste prejudices. Will a thousand year ‘reservation’ take out this heartless social stigma attached to the destitute class thanks to the bigoted elites like the Namboodhiris and Nairs. Bhadra shook me up totally in and out. Bhadras of India have been taking out human waste for millenniums, living in the shadows, cremating the dead, washing the filth. Don’t they deserve dignity at all. Panchamas like Bhadra fell even outside the four varna fold of Hindu Dharma. It means, they were deemed the lowliest creatures historically. Since the days of Chanakya’s ‘Arthashastra.’

What is Manu Needhi. What is Chanakya Needhi. Those who want to know the true implications of Manu dharma be reborn a Panchama upto 20th century CE. The class that wants reservation removed still cannot give up their own exclusive reservations for over two thousand years in the precincts of the so-called Agama Hindu temples. Hypocrisy and discrimination right in the abode of the Lord.

Apart from Bhadra, also very nice characterization of Jambumali to Kumbakarna and Vibheeshana, from Mandodhari to Surpanaka and from Varuna to Indra and Kubera among other things. Of course, Yama takes the cake! Could not have situated him better! Vali and Angadha to Ayodhya and Mithila to Kishkintha complete the scene. Vivid description of Lanka, Trikoota Hills. It is not as if the scheme of things were probably exactly like this, but imagination fails me when it comes to looking for an alternative theory. Fertile imagination! One notable omission though: Vayu.

Wonderful interpretation of events and characters makes you think and rethink. Reportedly, the book gave the boys restless nights. It has shaken them, no doubt. A pleasant surprise for me was, how GenNext is willing to give Ravana the benefit of doubt. That they are willing to listen to Ravana’s story.

But at the end of the day, you know the winner writes the history, not the vanquished. Ram prevailed and Ravana was sacrificed so that Ram could become the hero. At least as per the author.

Anyways. Funny this time, when I resumed my Ramayana reading. First of all, I had conflicting emotions. Unlike non Hindus, I can question my Gods. I can doubt my Gods. I can challenge my Gods.  And I can even abandon/disown my Gods. Precisely this is the greatest gift of Hinduism. I started my Puja asking questions to my Lord first. I confronted Hanuman asking him explanation for destroying the Ashoka Van. I told Ram, the sense of justice in me was indeed sown as seed by none other than Him. When Ram sent Seetha to the woods pregnant with the twins, He must have known He had also sired lineage of Indians who will live on to question Him, question everything whatsoever.

I couldn’t understand earlier why Mani Ratnam made the Tamil-Hindi film ‘Raavan.’ but I get it now. Some of us are made this way. We do not bow down. We cannot be cowed down. We will stand up erect again and question the system.

Ravana to me, now, is also a hero. Finally I know, as a Dravidian, like my fellow Dravidians, I could be after all the so-called Asura tribe who knows. Anand Neelakantan is not a historian or researcher or genetic study expert or anything. Yet I know, the North Indians living over the Tropic of Cancer up and above the Vindhyas could be the Devas really. And the Pale-skinned… No prizes for guessing.  I saw the Sanskrit department in Heidelberg university in Germany. ‘Lufthansa’ gives it all away. Luft = air in Sanskrit. Hansa = swan in Sanskrit. Undeniable German link to Hindu India.  It is easiest to accuse Max Mueller of many things including corroboration. But then, how will you explain the unearthing of ‘Lord Varaha’ (Vishnu) in Germany, some 30,000 years ancient.

Whether the Aryan-Dravidian divide is myth or not, as a woman i find it offending that my Prime Minister Modi ji made a snide remark indirectly referring to Surpanaka. Surpanaka was still a woman, may be not Sita. Every woman need not have to be Seetha just as every man need not have to be Ram. Seetha might  have had her flaws and Ram unquestioningly had His share of flaws. Divinely human. I refuse to believe Gods are Gods in the sky. Gods to me first walked this Planet Earth as foremost humans. Some illustrious ancestors of ours went on to be hero-worshiped to become later our ‘Gods.’ From Shiva to Ram and Krishna, this is how Hindu Gods came to be. My summation.

As for Surpanaka, the solution was simple in my opinion. A mere ‘yes’ or ‘no’ would have sufficed. Matters got complicated with Lakshmana’s uncalled for violence. A little self-restraint could have prevented the Lanka war and loss of life and property. Seetha’s abduction first of all.

I wish Ram still had had a one-to-one battle with Ravana instead of Him having waged a war against Lanka. It was after all for a personal cause. Destruction of any kind is unacceptable to my logical, reasoning mind. Not that I do not revere Ram. But I know, even Ram will agree with me quietly. That is the beauty of Hindu Dharma.

Meanwhile, another surprise awaited me when I visited my son. Everyone kept calling my boy ‘Ram’ – no more as ‘Shri’ or ‘Shriraam.’

Ram will live so long as India lives. But in the land of Ram, Ravana also is a presence. Ravana’s story also has a justice. Ravana also can do with a patient hearing.

Kerala now is celebrating Diwali in last few years. It is contradictory that the Malanadu can hail both Mahabali and Rama at the same time. Onam will always be the greatest festival in the west coast of India that venerates the king of the vanquished original aboriginal tribe of India, the Asuras (perhaps). Are we Dravidians the Asuras. This is my million dollar question. From being a remote possibility, it seems to be the ground reality finally.

Years back a north Indian friend once told me that all south Indians are ‘Asuras!’ I was appalled at the suggestion and thought she must be cruel. Remember this was long, long before Anand Neelakantan’s tale of Ravana. My own grand mother used to comment on our ‘Nadar’ neighbours from south Tamil Nad districts such as Ramanathapuram and Tirunelveli as ‘Asura’ tribe because of their duskiest complexion and rugged facial features and bodies. I used to think, my granny was a big racist! Now I am no more sure.

Furthermore, I don’t care. I don’t associate Asuras anymore with anything evil or sinister. But we do seem to have inherited some supposed typical Asuric characteristics in us like weakness for liquor, lethargy and deep-rooted corruption in every system. As for the handsome Devas of north India, vile they are! No doubt! By sheer cunning, they will control and manipulate us the foolish Asuras!

Mahabali they say, still lives. Mahabali, like Ram and India, will live to eternity.

The Train Journey Called Life

This weekend when we were driving for grocery shopping, my husband was asking me of whatabouteries in India.

Preoccupied with a lot things really.

One of the most disturbing things is that my Chithappa (my uncle), 80, is sinking. He is more than my father to me. Like my real father.

Just two sundays before this sunday, I was in their place with my school friend. She knows he is slipping and wanted to touch the feet of my aunt and uncle and get their blessings for one more time, as they are married for almost 50 years. They have grand children and are loved and respected by the whole neighbourhood. In fact, the couple had their ‘Sadabhishegam’ very recently on January 10th. (We Hindu couples remarry the same spouses when the groom turns 60 first (which is called Shashtiabdapurthi), 70 and then 80 years (called Sadhabishegam). The happy senior couples will be remarried on this greatest occasion in the presence of their grown up children, grand children and even great grand children. Every Hindu husband and wife (most cases) pair lives like the albatrosses, ie., with the same partner lifelong. Therefore every Hindu couple’s dream is one day to live up to this stage in life.

So my Chithi and Chithappa also had this happy remarriage not even a month ago. My uncle unfortunately was already in frailing health although his (non alcoholic) cirrhosis and liver cancer (as a result) reports were not out by then. Now we have a pressing weight upon our heart, knowing it may not be long before he takes leave of us.

My aunt on that sunday still wanted to make coffee for me and my friend. My sis also came to see us with her doctor friend. So my aunt left to the kitchen to make coffee for 4 of us out of fresh milk and freshly brewed coffee decoction. She is 70+ herself and was already upset with my uncle’s health. But she wouldn’t let us leave without at least a coffee. Old generation hospitality. We just could not say no. Our ‘nos’ were brushed aside brusquely.

In a few minutes she came out with 4 steaming hot steel tumblers of sweet smelling coffee. As I took a first sip of the coffee, I almost threw up. Instead of sugar, my aunt had mixed salt in the coffee – something she has never done in all these years.

I said, ‘Ma, probably salt and sugar are in similar jars, it is okay.’ But she said, ‘no, they are not in similar jars. they are in totally different jars, how could i have made this mistake!’

We could see how broken my aunt must be inside her heart, but she threw the 4 cups of coffee into the sink and again set to boil the milk and make us fresh coffee. We did have her coffee finally, unbeatable to this day.

My eyes misted thinking of what my aunt must be going through. Almost 50 years of married life with this man. Through ups and downs, highs and lows.

Together they nursed both side parents, cremated my own parents, raised us daughters and brother, got us married, took a lot of flak they did not deserve, cherished the grand children…. so is it already time to say goodbye to my uncle, the sweetest, gentlest soul who could have been my own father. The times he took me to job interviews, how he arranged my marriage, how he came to airport to see me off the first time I flew abroad,… A very fulfilled and complete life, i don’t deny.

Must be severe on my aunt although she hardly admits it.

Ever since it is in my heart… I am thinking about them all the time and I am scared what will happen to my aunt after my uncle. Ofcourse she is a retired teacher drawing her own pension, lives in own house, will be getting my uncle’s pension as well,  and the children are there. Still.

I was telling my husband about this on our long drive.

He said suddenly that even we have to finalize our plans for our son’s sake. Mostly for nominations, we have given each other’s names. ‘Can’t say’ he said, ‘we have to include son’s name in everything from now on.’ ‘The house will be yours after me; only after you, any fixed property or money must pass on to son’ said he.

That kind of upset me that very moment. Already bruised by the thought of my uncle leaving my aunt, more than leaving all of us. He could be 80. Still. He could do another 10 years, can’t he? Won’t he. Why is it so difficult to let our loved ones leave.

I told my husband, who knows who will leave first. ‘Till death does us apart’ they say in the Christian weddings. Hindu weddings also say a similar thing. Even remarriages, divorces are rarest in Hindu society – happening only in last 10 years of so. Otherwise, our widows too remained single, never took another. This is how we have always lived.

Cannot even think of the eventuality. Just breaks my heart to think of those morbid things. Seen too much of death early in my life. My parents, grand parents, aunts, uncles… dozen of them from 1982 to 1992. Enough is enough.

Too much of early shocks have made my heart extremely fragile. May be not medically, physically. But i just know, I cannot handle anymore. The trauma is too much. I am saving myself, trying not to think of my uncle. I also brushed away good old father-in-law who died right in front of my eyes. Blocking these sad farewells from my mind has helped me when it comes to keeping my sanity.

It is in a way good that Hindus cremate and don’t bury. There is nothing to remind you of someone you loved once they leave. No grave to visit and lay the flowers on. Even the ashes are immersed in sea. Electric crematoriums make a history of you in less than 2 hours: this is all it takes us to reduce into an urn of ash.

Too much of negativity. But something kindled me to write up this post.

Our children may grow wings and flee the nest, our parents may leave us but our spouse…. it is unthinkable for me. I think my mother was lucky to leave as a ‘sumangli’ – when her husband, my father, was still around.

Or so I thought.

But when my FIL passed away, we had an elderly widow visiting my mother-in-law. Unlike others she said, ‘don’t cry Rani (my MIL), remember, the last duty you have to do to your husband is the service when he is leaving you. none can do that service like a wife. only a wife knows the exact needs of a husband, not even his mother. so be happy you gave a good send-off to your husband. he did not suffer loneliness and senility in your absence. this is the way a woman should really live.’

I was stunned by what this aunty said (who is no more now; she died at a grand ripe age of 90+). I remembered my own biological father withering away year after year after my mother left. There was truth in what the experienced senior matron said.

Every single day with our family is a blessing. Let us share and enjoy each and every precious moment with love and happiness in our family. There is no other bliss, so far as I know, over this. Each new morning is a gift. Every family meal together is a boon.

I am mentally preparing to say ‘goodbye’ to my uncle as his health keeps deteriorating. My next visit to India may not be for a happy reason.

Before leaving India I again fell at the feet of my aunt and uncle. My uncle still managed to take two 50 rupee notes and thrust them into my hands. ‘Grow more prosperous. Take care of your health and your family’ he said.

I do not know if it’s the last time I am seeing my uncle. There were a thousand words forming in heart but they did not make to my lips. I wanted to thank my uncle for what he has been to me. I wanted to tell him, he is my real father. I wanted to tell my uncle that in my next janam (birth), i want to be reborn as his own biological daughter. I wanted to tell him, he is the finest human being I have known on earth, with the largest heart ever. But a screen of tears was already welling up in my eyes which I had to push back with a great difficulty. I left without a single parting word.

Never easy to say goodbye. I looked at my aunt. Her face reflected confused, mixed emotions. She knows, next time it might not be a happy family reunion.

The albatrosses. Living together for 50 years. My heart goes out to my Chithi. Words cannot describe how i feel about them.

I hope, God makes it easier for my uncle. That is my only prayer these days.


Why should I become a Billionaire???

Came across this Robin Sharma thing in Facebook: Making a billionaire out of you or something like that. How to become more productive. How to become this and that right from the start of the year. Whether Sharma made anyone billionaire or not, he is sure a trillionaire mostly because he has convinced countless fools that money is more important than one’s happiness. That individual freedom and contentment matters more than family sacrifice and family bliss. That means we are fools – those of us who put family first over a career. SPACE. SUCCESS. These have to be attained at any cost.

But where does one finally stop.


Recently, one of my working friends who holds a top position in an international bank (abroad) messaged, asking me to enroll for her ‘personality development (or whatever) course.’

‘What are you doing?’ she asked and I said, ‘nothing, I am in India right now, enjoying life.’

She replied, ‘then you are just the right candidate for our course aimed at improving your productivity and quality of life.’

I could have taken offence but who cared.

It is exactly 20 years since I quit my bank job. I worked for Advances department and then Law which were the nerve center of banking. Twenty – twenty five years back, what we did in banking was essentially core banking only, when credit-debit cards were just making their way and ATMs were still a novelty. Chennai hardly had 3 ATMs if I remember right. Borrowing and Lending were our two big activities unlike accepting insurance premiums, telephone bills, tax filings etc., etc., like in current times. The core banking days were altogether different and had more quality to it than today’s bank environment (for banking staff). There was also a personal touch to banking. In branches, the staff knew personally each and every single customer.

It is not just like that I walked to my bank job. I did not get my job through reservation or recommendation. I wrote my entrance exam like thousands of other candidates s in a very competitive atmosphere, got short listed, was called for interview before finally receiving my appointment order after almost an year. I had also reached by this time, the final interview of a few more central and state government departments. I gained confidence, and by my 22nd or 23rd year I knew I needed no assistance getting into government service. I had merit and I thought it would be only be matter of time before a good and most importantly a secure job clicked for me, even as I diligently took up entrance exam after entrance exam along with thousands of hopefuls all across India – from Railways to Insurance to Banking to UPSC and even TNPSC. There was not a single competitive exam that I missed in those days right from my 18 th year. As I graduated, my eligibility improved and I started applying for better positions. My best one was going upto the final interview in the Central Excise & Customs dept at the mere age of 22 years – for officer posting. All other candidates were at least 26-27 and were already department (clerical) candidates seeking promotion. I knew I would not be able to cross the last hurdle looking at the departmental candidates but I also knew at the same time, I was better than all of them out there, some 20 + men and women (women were only 2 or 3 i think). It was very  unfair that I lost out. In those days, physicals in some departments meant 16 km of cycling etc for qualifying ones. Doors closed for ever at this stage for me.

So this is how I got into my bank job as well although my position was that of a clerk. Initially I even had to type out in a manual typewriter before it was exchanged for Brother, the electronic one. By 1995, computers had made their way to our bank although the computers department was a separate one. We the clerks still had to put up with electronic typewriters but these now had vast memory and decent screens with extra added functions like never before.

Unlike my international bank friend who had it so easy on foreign soil, nothing was handed to me in silver platter. I had to work hard and prepare for years – right from my 18th, to get into banking service. India is such a competitive country except for the reserved categories who can alone have the cake walk when it comes to university admission or employment opportunities. For rest of us, it’s sheer rat race.

Whereas this friend married an NRI, came to a gulf country, and so easily found a job with a foreign bank. There is a dearth of knowledge in the middle east when it comes to banking sector. If you want to get in, even now you can. True, the friend quickly made her way up the ladder because, being Indian means you are the best of the worst lot; you are more accomplished academically than your colleagues who come from meaner backgrounds and you have exposure and expertise that comes with India and India only, the clear advantage that others lack. Back in India, types like these still cannot survive in the kind of competitive environment that I survived in.

May be this is the reason, Indians win wherever they go, be it in academics or employment. We face stiffest competition in our own country and only the fittest wins. So if you are good here, you are a grand success guaranteed overseas.

Soon our lady became a mother and when the boys reached high school, she packed them off to boarding schools. In fact, not much difference between my son and these boys. Having had a working mom who served as a teacher 50 years back, I am used to having working women in our family. My aunt was a teacher, my girl cousins and nieces are academically brilliant and have hi fi careers, the kind this woman cannot even dream about in a tougher Indian climate. Yet, I have always wanted to be only a housewife in my life. I thought I was better making others’ lives better and happier that way. A housewife means, you put your family first over your ambitions.  Some of my friends are also housewives and this is the reason, their kids have turned out to be super. I don’t think if they or I had been working mothers, we would be where we are today.  Not that we are super moms. We have a long way to go still. Still, our children are our medals and shields and cups.

Even if i had had a working mom, my mom was still a school teacher who I never missed at home. After her, I became convinced that a mother is the most needed presence in a teen’s life until he/she settles down comfortably, and that none can take the place of the mother. Even if I had had lost my mom, my aunt was there for me. I remember hating it when my aunt had school whenever it was holiday for me. A maternal aunt can become the closest substitute to one’s biological mom. Until my mother was around, being a good and more than average student, even I wanted to become a doctor. I would have had she lived. But the same year my mother passed away, I remember scaling down my ambition to becoming a teacher. Secretly I longed to just stay at home. Somehow academics and profession no more mattered. Home mattered. Family mattered.

Leaving banking service still was a bit tough but not regrettable. I soon got over the hangover from work. The new mission was the family.

I also faced some cruel comments for sharing my time between the 2 men of my life: my hubby and my son. My son obviously came first for me. I refused to even send him to hostel when he started university. Now of course he has earned his masters from a foreign university.

It is too early to talk about our kids, but I know or I have the satisfaction that I was at least directly involved with my son’s growth. I have been there for him with his every step, encouraging him, reprimanding him if he took a wrong turn. I kept a close yet distant watch and vigilance over him. I trusted none when it came to my son. I shifted my responsibility to none. My presence and effect was ample on my son that he recently told me when we parents visited him that his earlier formative years with me were a big influence on him. He said, I was a different kind of mom, someone like whom none of his peers had. I was not the regular one. He said he was in awe of me until the time he turned 10 when his own knowledge superseded mine in every sphere.

For this reason, neither was I completely absent in my hubby’s life. I managed my time between both the worlds. We had great food, clothes, family holidays and good living standards together. Quality family time mattered more over quantity.

Happened to meet my friend’s family as a family. My super successful friend, it seemed to me at least, had neglected her teen sons. One is graduating now from a foreign university in a non STEM degree course (which could have been pursued in India) and the other too fell below my expected standards. The husband looked neglected and long faced. Yet, among the two of us, the lady happens to think, she has a better life than me and that she is more successful in life than me. Frankly, I couldn’t care less all these days.

But her assumptions really get on my nerves in recent times. The busy corporate woman who could not give time for family, a home meal for her husband (the kids were always in India), not even holidays with them as one whole family, still finds time to compere social events during weekends and for partying and eating out. And that’s not all. She also went in for certification courses through distant education from western universities that completely wiped out her yearly holidays that must have been spent with her family. But the bonus was double promotions and increments and other allowances and facilities.

Whereas as a mother I would have devoted that much time and efforts and money for my ward’s improvement. My husband’s improvement. I don’t know, but that’s how I am. Not that I am underestimating myself. Mothers always reserve the best portion for their children/spouse and eat only what is residual.

I recall the 30 days of every 6 months I used to cook up feasts for my son’s friends – some 8 of them – because they all came home for study holidays for every semester during the entire 4 year engineering course of theirs. To me, that is more important. Only now I am socializing more. Back until my son graduated, he used to be always my No.1 priority. My world revolved around him. Back in his school days, wake-up time for me was 3.45. Breakfast as well as lunch needed to be ready by 7.30. Breakfast was heavy and full meals. Like greens/palak, fresh veggies, rice, dal, egg etc. Whole meals. All that took time. Lunch would have to be interesting enough to be shared with friends. Evening snacks had to be waiting. Dinner had to be totally different.

Weekends, summers meant hours spent by the swimming pool. Various extra curricular classes.

What we mothers do for our children, we cannot pour out in pages. We know what we do, and they know what we do for them.

At least I can vouch, I did my part to maximum fulfillment.

The glamour and glitter has its own following. I have heard of people showering praise on the lovely couple who socialize a lot and are kind of mini celebrities already. I prefer remaining in the background than taking the central stage anywhere. Everytime I come across the couple basking in the limelight, i think of their boys growing up alone and by themselves. May be the boys may not know now what they’re missing. But such simple things as waiting for your kid to return from school/college, packing his/her lunch box, chatting up your kids friends, gossiping with other mothers … seem to be more important to me than moving in social circles with faked smiles. What about the school sports days, annual days. What about movies with the kids, the birthday parties of friends, taking them for even cricket coaching. International schools may offer all these facilities except for the mother’s presence and direct control and supervision. Direct mother’s impact which is invaluable. The mother’s original input. Even with modern social media help, you cannot have it all totally when the kid is in boarding school. There is ample time in everyone’s life to learn or master spirituality or discipline. What children need first is the security and warmth of a home, not the coldness of a hostel room. Only a mother can instill in her kid that confidence and hope. Inspiration like none other. Friend and confidante like  none other. A child can open up completely only to his/her mother. And when that mother is unreachable, a door closes in the child’s heart for life. I have seen children growing up away from parents and now they are adults – like individual islands. Something deep in them seems to have ruptured long back.

Last heard, the couple I mentioned built a great house in a state capital worth a crore. Hardly i am impressed like others. Never wanted to live in more than a double or treble bedroom flat. Reason: i want to be self sufficient. If i have no maid, I still have to survive. I don’t want to be held for ransom by someone i employ. I don’t have a cook, driver, gardener etc that the couple employ even here in middle east.

Moreover, I couldn’t care less. It does n’t bother me if anyone lives in a bungalow or goes about in a chauffeur driven Merc Benz or Audi. I am happy the way I am. My priorities in life are different. Never wanted to be a billionaire or even a millionaire in the first place. Yet, as much as possible, I want to help humanity the best way I can, with my limited resources. Mostly I am seeing that it is the moneyed people who are stingiest and calculative. Thankfully neither me, nor my husband have too much of material attachment. We do, to an extent. We love good clothes, shoes, jewelry, shopping and holidays, but we want to make a difference to someone else’s life at the same time as well. In whatever capacity, we want to make our life meaningful. We are not obsessed with our house, our car, etc., etc. Anything on 4 wheels is fine for us. It is only because we lack that materialist attachment, it was possible for us to allow our only child to go abroad for his higher education. The more you are attached to your brick-and-mortar house and furniture and crystals and gold-silver, the more will you be clipping the wings of your children, holding on to them.

The kind of music we listen to inspires our kids. The kind of books we read inspires them. The kind of conversations we have in our family. Even the kind of food we eat, how we eat, how we treat our maids, drivers, cooks etc., all these are watched and ingested by our children. What they become finally is our own making of them – a good portion of them, at least.

I am saying this today with a good confidence because my son says, i am his biggest inspiration. He saw me reading books, treating people with respect, being fair mostly, doing my duty yet getting shit in return for that in family matters but he says how I lived those years made a mark in him. He never watched tv soaps because i never did. He never complains because I never gossiped in front of him. I may have a thousand issues with my mother-in-law but i did not pass on my bitterness to my baby. I helped him have a good and healthy relationship with his grandma. Being there for him every time and not asking my cook to serve him food but doing it myself mattered to him. This i learn now, after years. My first 10 days in US were spent cooking for him and his friends again their sumptuous hearty desi meals. Cleaning up their messy apartment. Washing and drying clothes. The kids who are grown-up guys now were moved as if we were their own parents. Every single of them touched our feet for our blessings.

Everything can be store-bought today. Who says we can’t. Except a mother’s love and personal care. You may only make for them a pack of Maggi noodles, still they may love it more than the biryani your cook can do. I wonder why some mothers do not realize it.

Everyone’s perception of life is different. Life to me is more meaningful and beautiful when you help others, when you treat others equally and with respect, when you are independent in the true sense in every way not saying that you are lost without your maid. A few lakhs of rupees I can do without, please. I wonder what on earth gives anyone the right to look down upon others only because they may have after all some extra lakhs of rupees in their bank accounts. This kind of discrimination is horrible and is most prevalent in India.

Measuring people with their clothes, jewelry, car, house, bank balance – when will this mindset cease to exist in our midst. Among ladies, it is even worse. Those working mostly seem to have an attitude these days. But somehow I suspect that these women are trying to make it up for the damage they’re doing to their own families. Sounding important, useful, productive by making a living seems to make up for the loss of family bliss.

In the end, who knows who is right. I am not saying I am hundred percent on dot either. But I have been once a working woman. And now I am a housewife. So I know what is to be both. Just ask me. I will any day vote for housewife.

I also have working women friends who toil both at home and at work, who support their aged parents and in-laws, who have brought up their kids well, who have successful kids who are doing great, who enjoy the fruits of both the worlds. But ask them, they say they’re waiting to give VRS or waiting for their retirement. Most are tired beyond their limits. Longing to call it a day but are forced to carry on because of financial commitments.

But one thing my working friends seem to say is, housewives have better kids, better family life. For obvious reasons. For a fact, i have known of families ruined when mothers were working, when I was a teenager. There was neglect, the mothers were careless, the girls made costly mistakes without proper adult supervision and guidance, and are today living miserable lives. Somehow to me, that got stamped in my mind. Not all cases. A few of them. Again it is not that all the kids brought up by stay-at-home moms have become superstars either.

Let us at least stop judging others just like that.What works for one may not work for another. I remember my college friend who was graduating in chemistry. She had working mother. Everyday she and I mostly came back to locked doors. She resigned her job with an international bank in Chennai just to be there for her only son when he came back from school. ‘Never would i allow my kid to come back home to locked doors!’ she used to say. We both quit working around same time. Her boy is now a chartered accountant. He was a national TT champion in under 16 category. This was made possible because my friend was there with him throughout, even doing his school record works for him so he could play and at the same time study. Something most working moms cannot manage.

I wouldn’t have written up such a long story if not for my friend who asked me to improve my productivity! I can recall the bored looks on her sons’ faces – the teenagers barely have spent 10-15 days each year with their parents since high school. Even in primary school, they went direct to creches. Parental role in their brought-up has been minimal. All the money on earth cannot buy back the lost years or the mother’s contribution to a child’s personality development or even the level of confidence and outlook on life. More than all, the shared family values. The meals together. The sheer bliss of watching tv together.

I am also a personal witness to another nice boy who grew up with grandparents when his parents were busy minting money abroad. Today a father in his 30s, he openly blames his parents for his imposed loneliness in his teens. He is very unhappy and is unable to forgive his parents and says, money is not important to him but parent-child relationship is.  Weekend after weekend for years being alone… Just think. How many weekends we go out normally as family. 52 weeks an year. Year after year. All this time being away from one’s kids is unforgivable.

Not a single PTA meeting in the school. No parents of friends, their friends. I still talk to my boy’s friends moms from school and college. Some come home too. Together we mothers have laid foundation for some lifelong friendships. This is what our own mothers did for us. I grew up knowing my friends’ parents as well. We still embrace when we meet.

Is all this worth sacrificing for an extra few lakhs of rupees. Will 10 day break taking your kids to even the Swiss Alps make the rest of the lonely year disappear.

Parenting, making a housewife, being the wife by your husband’s side … this has to be studied case-by-case. This is not one-size-fit-all thing for us to assume this is right or this is wrong straight away. I may not be a mother of a dozen kids and i may not be an expert on anything, but at least i have some basic instincts that can make me recognize mistakes when they are made: damages that cannot be undone.


Looking at my tirelessly working sister who cooks, cleans,shops for groceries, works out, entertains, hosts round the clock for her family, looking at my best friends circle, I am more than convinced that I did a good job quitting working. Absolutely no regrets.

Our children are our trophies. We need to speak no more.

We can have only one thing finally: INDIVIDUAL SPACE/FREEDOM/CONTENTMENT OR SACRIFICE AND FAMILY HAPPINESS. The first one can give you financial rewards, the second one will enrich your life. Choice is yours.


No More Haj Subsidy From Hindu Tax Payer Money

After banning Triple Talaq in India, BJP govt led by PM Modi has made a bold move yet again, cancelling Haj Subsidy from this year for Indian muslims that was mostly paid out of Hindu tax payer money (and Sikh/Buddhist/Jain/Parsi/Christian little). With this comes to end, an era of vote bank politics championed by the Congress for 60+ years. PM Modi has risked many things in his first tenure as our PM: from demonetization to GST and then finally the reforms on social welfare. This last action aimed at  moving away from minority appeasement is striking one and something the pseudo secular Congress govt will be incapable of enacting ever.

Here is a recap of Modi sarkar governance in last 3 years. I started out as a Modi admirer before the 2014 Lok Sabha elections; then fell out with him after Jayalalitha episode. But I am very much back with him as his reforms are finally kicking in, taking a vague shape, and I have a clue as to where India is headed after all this temporary and tolerable economic turmoil and chaos.

For instance, demonetization raised such a big hue and cry in the country. But is it also not true that stone pelting in Kashmir by terrorists and the jobless locals funded with fake 500 rupee notes courtesy of Pakistan, came to an abrupt end with banning of the big notes?

While demonetization may not have brought to total halt the Pak sponsored terrorism in India, at least we could heave a sigh of relief with the short-time reprieve. Once bitten twice shy. I can see variations in currency note circulation ever since in my country. People don’t want to hoard currencies, which is a big positive sign. The 2000 rupee note is hard to comeby already. 1000 rupee note – whether it will return is a question mark. 500 rupee seems to be the only major currency doing brisk rounds. Hats off to Modi ji for moving the cash economy to digital to a remarkable extent.

The tiresome exercise of linking your Aadhar number and PAN (personal assessment number for income tax payable) with your bank accounts and even insurance policies and deposits/investments of any kind is the smartest move. In fact, I linked my Aadhar with my LPG connection very recently, and during my last India visit, had linked my mobile  numbers to Aadhar. The chain of connections is complete. Earlier, it was very common for tax evaders like business people to have more than one PAN. But linking PAN with Aadhar invalidates the duplicate PAN cards automatically. Since even the family ration card (the PDS card which is now a SMART card) is linked with Aadhar, a good amount of wastage of essential commodities is avoided which used to be diverted by unscrupulous elements in corporation/municipal administrations to black market.

Recently, my friend lost her father-in-law, aged 84. The family opted for full traditional cremation instead of going for electric crematorium. They were in for surprise when the authorities in charge asked for the Aadhar card of the deceased, for allotting cremation time. Without Aadhar identification, one cannot even bury/cremate anyone in India today, which is news to me. My friend was highly in praise of Modi. She says, this will definitely bring down the crime rate to a large extent.

Of course, these are foolproof checks done in First world nations. India missed the bus. Indian economy has largely been informal and it is shocking and most troubling to note that, there is a parallel black economy existing in India almost at par with the formal economy. Cashless transactions were limited to the tax paying few. Cash has always been the king in India because, cash promotes and encourages corruption. Tax evasions, hawala money, clandestine funding from NGOs based in foreign soil for conversion of native Hindus and sponsoring of terrorism in India – all these were tearing the nation apart. I am not saying demonetization or Aadhar linking changed things hundred percent overnight. But I am seeing a change in the mindset of people. Everyone is cursing Modi for the hardship they are put to, but are also blessing him at the same time saying it is necessary.  My India visit during demonetization happened two months after the earth-shattering ‘bhaiyon our behenon’ tv address of our Prime Minister.  So I did not get to see queues snaking in to ATMs. I am now strangely witness to empty ATMs as also for banks downing ATM shutters for good in some pockets. Even the blue collar workers have come to realize Modi’s goals and are appreciative of what he is doing for the nation. While the media in India were busy reporting false stories, in reality whether it was my housemaid or regular autowala – the marginal Indian from lower middle class background, was only happy to see that there came finally a check point for the creamy layer. Crowds swore but cultivated patience FULLY AND WHOLLY AWARE not achche din but testing din were ahead. Hats off to Indian public!

One direct consequence of demonetization with harsh impact on our economy is the crash of the real estate market. Good. That bubble needed to burst.

‘How can the layman use PayTM or swipe Visa card’ asked some sickularist Indians. ‘Yes they can’ I said, ‘and they will learn just as they learned to use smart phone and chat in whatsapp.’ That shut them up.

Thousands or perhaps millions of  DUPLICATE PAN cards, LPG connections, fake bank accounts, benami accounts – these have been eliminated ever since Aadhar linking has been stipulated. The streamlining of the mammoth Indian economy is happening already… albeit slowly…. and the credit entirely goes to one bold PM in Indian history, PM Modi.

So who hates Modi? I do  for one thing: because I happen to think Modi is ruthless. I hate the hardships he imposes on clueless Indian population because the picture of poor rural peasants sweating in queues in the tropical sun tears my heart. Otherwise, I hold no grudge against Modi. Even as I detest him strongly at times for the way he squeezes people, I can see why he is doing it. And this man has the audacity and unshakable willpower to do it. I know what a gift he is to India.

So who else may hate Modi:

Terrorists first of all . Terror supporters. This is Indian muslim community. If not of the first kind, they must be of the second kind.  Add to this Pakistanis.

Christian conversion missionary: evangelists receiving billions of dollars of funding from the west for their alleged Joshua project to convert entire India to majority christian nation by 2030 CE.

Tax evaders.

Hawala dealers.

Drug dealers.

Counterfeit note printers.

The last 3 items are mostly again Indian muslims/Pakistanis.

Otherwise, what is there to fear Modi or his policies. GST was in pipeline for years. Even Modi was against it when he was in opposition. But he was quick to change when his own BJP came to powers. Similarly, just because Aadhar was Congress’s idea, Modi did not drop it. But in his position, Congress could have scraped the entire exercise. So this is the essential difference between the BJP and the Congress. The willingness to adapt and grow is there in the young blood of BJP. Congress veterans are too vain with their misplaced pride.

It will take time for the dust to settle down in the case of GST although already I am seeing businesses getting comfortable with the new GST rates and tax structure, though with a sigh. Public groan but get along. GST on my health policy made me scream at Modi in my mind: cunning fellow, but I know as the black money dries up in India, government will have to pool in from other sources.

So cancellation of Haj Subsidy may have twin benefits: a big big easing of funds meant for better utility purposes.

After this, a slew of further reforms for Modiji’s consideration:

Bring us all under the umbrella of one single statute called Uniform Civil Code. NO SPECIAL PRIVILEGES FOR MUSLIMS AND CHRISTIANS.

A family planning statute is equally mandatory. The explosion of muslim population in India is threatening. Hope we are not on our way to become the largest terrorist country in the world in future. Let there be a cut-off date like say 2020 or 2022. Any family opting for more than 2 kids after this date may be stripped of Aadhar, PAN, Ration card, Passport, Driving licence etc for instance. No government service for family members either.

Conversion to be made a legal process. Let an entry be made in the passport and other valid legal documents on conversion. Let there be a mention of one’s religion in all documents. Proselytizing to be made a criminal and non-bailable offence in India. Conversion or attempted conversion of Hindus to be awarded with strictest sentences.

CAP AND IF POSSIBLE CLOSE THE MUSLIM MADARASAHS IN INDIA.  Are they religious schools or terror hubs really? Audit them regularly with non-muslims. Freeze the foreign funds especially from Saudi.

Ban the Burqa in India. Security threat to the nation.

Finally, take steps to make India a HINDU RASHTRA finally. RENAME INDIA AS BHARAT (PRONOUNCED BHAARATH). India is first for global Hindus and Buddhists and Jains and Sikhs – the followers of Indic Dharma. Others can live here respecting Hindu dharma not otherwise. No licence to preach Islam or Christianity in Punya Bharath Bhoomi. Cancel the word ‘secularist’ from our constitution.


The roll-out of Modi economic and social reforms will transform into visible effects only after a  decent lapse of time. There is still the question of blackmoney stashed in offshore bank accounts about which there is only a mum from PM Modi. Shameful action-judgement on Kanimozhi-Raja of 2G Spectrum case and omission on Robert Vadera. I can understand these silences as well. Political necessities. Collateral for a larger and nobler cause.

Excellent spadework, a little too late but better late than never, and still little too little, but little drops of water do make a mighty ocean right?

Jai Hind! None can love India the way a Hindu heart can. I love Modi for one single reason: his unflinching love and loyalty for Bharat Mata. What a selfless life like an ascetic: not for any other reason than for the Punya Bhoomi Bharat.  The man hardly sleeps. Works 20 hours a day. His mother conceived him and raised him only for the nation.  This breed is a rare breed. We are lucky to have him. He is the most valuable asset in India today, and will go down as one forever in Modern Indian history. I am immensely proud of him and I know in my heart, he is a rare gem that we won’t find again for centuries to come.

Pranaams to my PM! Shaking his hand is a dream but i would not want to waste a single moment of his valuable time. This is why I didn’t go to see him in Doha when he came visiting. I did not even want to give more work for his security. I admire him from my distance. Everyday I recite the Mrithyunjaya Mantra for my beloved Prime Minister Narendra Damodardas Modi. Younger by age, still wishing him ‘Dheerg Ayush.’ Bharat Matha’s favourite son.