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Hair today, here tomorrow

You may go hoarse saying it but 'Bald is beautiful' is one of those platitudes coined by losers, like, 'It's not about winning, it's about how you play the game' or 'It's the experience that counts'.

 Here's a bald cynic's viewpoint

Let's look at the forty-plus individuals we've elected president of the United States. All but five of them have been men of hair. Who were the five brave baldies who managed to slip past the guards? John Adams and his son, John Quincy Adams — both one-termers. Martin Van Buren, who embellished his naked pate by puffing out his remaining locks in the manner later adopted by Larry of The Three Stooges — also booted out after a single term. Next baldy on the roster: James A. Garfield. They shot him. After Garfield's demise, a full seventy-two years would pass before another hair-impaired president took the oath of office: the wildly popular World War II hero, Dwight D. Eisenhower. Did America's voters like Ike because he had rescued Europe from the Nazis and led the Allies to a resounding victory? It would be pleasant to think so, but I fear the real reason is that his opponent, Adlai Stevenson, had even less hair than Ike. The only other balding chief exec, Gerald Ford, simply stepped in for the deposed Nixon and failed to be elected in his own right. The man who vanquished him was an eminently thatched Georgian named Jimmy Carter. So there you have it: over two hundred years of American presidents, and only twenty-three years of baldness in the White House to date.

While the same has not been true of Indian Prime Ministers, that is probably because the PM isn't directly elected by the people, unlike the American celebrity circus. Where it really counts, namely Bollywood, there's plenty of evidence that the hirsutely challenged have had to wear a hair shirt in their pursuit of success. Just let one shiny patch appear on the top and we see hide nor hair of them as they transplant themselves westward. If you don't see the correlation, all you have to do place in your cross hairs the superstars of Indian cinema, both past and present and what do you know, every one of them has been follicularly blessed. Their hair has been their crowning glory, you might say. Even the villains resort to toupees, with the poor baldies being relegated to the sobbing father or the sidekick's role. 

In the upcoming Presidential elections therefore, it not surprising that John Edwards is investing in 400 dollar haircuts. After all, he did lose the last elections by a hair's breadth. Or that the media is constantly splitting hairs about it. Of all the presidential candidates in both parties, only Rudy Giuliani is bald and we all know about his hair trigger temper. The only consolation is that he will never have a bad hair day. 

The moral of the story is  -if you crave the spotlight make sure it can't reflect off your pate. If you don't, just let your hair down. There's no point in pulling your hair out because, remember, a hair on the head is worth two on the brush.

Don't catch that disability

By Salil Chaturvedi

I’ve often wondered if disability is contagious.

Can one catch it by being around a disabled person, like one contracts a viral or flu? Or perhaps more like the mysterious way in which yawns get transmitted. My experience suggests that that might well be the case, though this needs a deeper scientific study.
Here are some conditions, enumerated in the hope that they will keep you from accidentally catching a bout of disability. Continue reading

Made in China

The first thing I do when I wake up is put toothpaste on my brush and clean my teeth. After my morning routine, I walk downstairs and put my ceramic mug in the microwave and make some tea. I sit down to read the comics in color for a few minutes.

Then it's time to change into my jeans and t-shirt and wake the kids. They get dressed, eat a healthy breakfast of sausages and vitamin-enriched cereal and get their backpacks ready for school. Today is their first day and they have to take their school supplies – pens, crayons, glue, tissue and paper.

After they leave, it's time to clean up the house a little. I trip over my son's toy car and pick up pieces of my daughter's  Polly Pocket ensemble.  Then it's time to get down to work . I sit on  my comfortable  office chair at my  cheap desk  and turn on my computer

At lunch I sit on my newly painted patio and to eat eggs( from chicken grown on whole grain feed) and enriched bread. I make a list of minor household chores. Hmm.. need to change the leaky washer in the downstairs sink, need new frames for the portraits of the kids, got to get a pair of running shoes.

At the end of the day, I'm exhausted..better take some medicine. Oh wait! 

India- Life Starts at 60…

By Rohini Mohan

It’s been 60 years since India awoke to life and freedom. A land divided and conquered many times over, in the course of our history we willingly or unwittingly opened our borders to the Dravidians, the Persians, the Greeks, the Huns, the Moguls, the British, the Portuguese and the French. They each left their distinctive mark on our DNA, our culture, our language and our psyche. We morphed, we evolved, we progressed some and we regressed some. And through it all we developed a unique identity that we christened India, Bharat, Hindustan. Continue reading

A tale of SonicRama

The following is a cautionary tale for those of you who take their scriptures and their religious tomes a little too literally.  Even for such a well known epic as the Ramayana, there is the Valmiki version, the Kamban version and of course the saccharine Tulsidas version. Behind all those stories is probably a kernel of truth – a story of a banished king who fought a villainous emperor somewhere in India. That kernel has been woven into legend by centuries of storytellers, each embellishing it in his own style and with his own little touches.

This is my 11 year-old’s Sonic the Hedgehog-laced version. I caught him telling his 5 year-old sister the story of Vali and Sugriva. Except, of course, the characters were Bokkun( a black character from Sonic-X) and Baby( a monkey character from  Super Monkey Ball). Our heroes were SonicRama and Foxmana, on their way to rescue Seetamy.

“After Seetamy was kidnapped by Dr. Bad Boon, SonicRama and Foxmana came upon a small group of robot monkeys and their king Baby. He was once the king of all the robot monkeys but he was overthrown by his brother Bokkun. Baby said that he would help SonicRama rescue Seetamy if SonicRama helped him take back his kingdom. . SonicRama asked Baby,”Why do you want to fight your own brother?” Baby replied,” Bokkun took away my kingdom and became king himself. He took away my wife and children as well.”

So Baby challenged Bokkun to a swordfight.  SonicRama was supposed to hide and shoot Bokkun with an arrow.But as Baby was walking to the place where the sword fight was supposed to be, he stumbled through some blackberry bushes and became as black as Bokkun. So SonicRama couldn’t figure out which one was Baby and which one was Bokkun. The fight was a draw.

The next time SonicRama told Baby to stumble through a bunch of raspberry bushes instead. So this time Baby became red. SonicRama fixed a special arrow in his bow. He shot Bokkun. Bokkun didn’t die, instead he started to tap dance.  He groaned, “How embarrassing” and tapdanced all the way to Mobotropolis where he was thrown in jail. He spent the rest of his life in jail – tapdancing.”

It is good to know that our tradition of oral storytelling still survives. The only way that tradition can continue is if we allow our stories to evolve with us. Instead of treating our epics as recorded history why not just take the lessons that they teach, lessons which have not lost their relevance with the years? In fact the versions  surviving today may well reflect the culture in which they survive and the morals of their times.

And who knows, maybe someday SonicRama will take his rightful place in the pantheon of gods.:)

Star Voice of India – update

As usual, the sideshow of the judges threatened to overwhelm the singing show put on by the contestants. Alka Yagnik, the sole female judge, was persuaded to return after leaving the show in a huff a few weeks ago. The first 15 minutes of the program were nauseatingly devoted to her comeback, with every single one of the show participants and organizers putting in their 2 bits about how much they missed her( I was surprised they didn’t let the audience in on the act too!). Since I record the shows and watch them later, this is a real bummer because invariably, the show goes over time and the crucial final minutes are usually cut off.

I have to wonder,  is this kind of drama just natural to the Indian psyche or is it crafted carefully by the producers? We have similar judge fracas in American Idol here, but the repartee is mercifully kept short and there is a level of professionalism in the interactions.  Somehow, the behaviour of the judges in VOI is so crass that even with the missing minutes, I am glad I watch the recorded show and can fast forward to the actual singing. If the group dynamics of the judges is stage managed by the producers, my respect for the Indian audience has hit a low. Or maybe the quality of singing is so high that people tune in in spite of the off-stage theatrics.

The voting mechanism is also strange. I am glad I can vote online from the US and my votes count but when the voting starts and when it finishes seems to be really fluid.  I just vote on Saturdays, hoping I’m doing the right thing.

As for the singing itself, thankfully this week there was a return to melody, with the participants singing composer Pritam’s songs.I almost gave up on the show after last week’s episode with Govinda. No one denies his comedic talents but the songs he has been associated with have been so bad( sarkaye leo khatiya, anyone?) that the poor singers had a hard time showcasing their talent.

My picks for the ultimate winners are Harshit, Irfan or Toshi. The girls just don’t stand a chance.

Chak De India – very good

By Vidya Pradhan

030.JPG“A Shahrukh movie without a heroine?” was the first reaction of everybody I told about ‘Chak De India’. Certainly in recent years the superstar seems to have been stuck in his Rahul/Raj passionate lover persona, carefully crafted by the Chopras and the Johars. Even the negative roles he played early in his career were demented, obsessive, crazy-for-love characters which he performed with his customary flamboyance. Occasionally the star has veered into unfamiliar territory, but these efforts have so often been such resounding commercial failures (Swades, Paheli) that he has publicly admitted his nervousness with Chak De, which has him playing the coach of the Indian women’s hockey team. He doesn’t have one heroine, he has sixteen of them! Chak De is a traditional sports film, dealing with the issues of failure and redemption, team spirit, national integration (versus racial integration in American films), patriotism and girl power. It could have devolved into a clichéd mess, but in director Shimit( Ab Tak Chappan) Amin’s capable hands, it turns out to be a joyride of a film. Continue reading

On the trail of the Tiger

by Nirupama Subramanian

It was 5.30 am on a dark December morning. The wind gnawed at my face and froze my fingers gripping the edge of the seat in the open Maruti Gypsy. I wished I had worn gloves. The cold was something I had not anticipated on our quest. We were at the entrance of the Bandhavgarh National Park, along with forty other jeeps, with one singular purpose- seeing tigers in the wild. I had seen tigers before, pacing restlessly behind the bars, resting behind high walls and deep trenches, separated by more than those boundaries from the humans that gawked at them. They were creatures that evoked only curiosity and provoked cries of ‘Hey, tiger, move from there’ from unruly spectators. We are masters of confined spaces, tigers are creatures of vast open territories. We have rarely met on neutral ground. Continue reading

Lessons from a jigsaw puzzle

You can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she approaches a jigsaw puzzle. I, for instance, will always complete the sky portion first. My logic is that if I will be too tired for the grunt work towards the end and will probably give up.

Not that any one has the time for puzzles these days. I owe my experience to my 5 year old, who insisted I start the puzzle(presumably for the sheer pleasure of getting to open the box). She disappeared shortly thereafter, leaving me with a sawdust-filled set of 500 odd pieces. As any puzzle aficionado knows, not knowing if the set is complete can be downright demotivating. Still, having a relatively free week, I decided to take up the challenge and learned some life lessons in the bargain.

          Pick a puzzle that is slightly out of your comfort zone but not too difficult.

         You have to assume the pieces are all there and you will complete the puzzle- or your attitude could kill the game before it starts

         Sometimes it’s all about trying it one at a time. In the early stages of building the sky, there is no substitute for hard work. There are no clues, no shortcuts.

         The piece you need maybe right in your hand, but you’re not looking at it the right way.

         A tiny squiggle could be a letter, a piece of a tree or a lady’s hat – anything is possible.

         Pause when it stops making sense. You’re probably too tired. Try it again later.

         Give yourself plenty of time to complete it- but set a deadline. In my case it is the date when my house will be cleaned next. Without the deadline, the puzzle is going to languish and the next toddler visitor will eat some pieces.

         Look like you’re having fun and you will get help. My commitment to the puzzle drew the wildly erratic attention of my older child who spent a quiet 45 minutes putting in some of the pieces – 45 minutes that are so precious to me.

         When the spaces remaining are few enough to be counted against the pieces left –resist. Even if it looks like you have too many spaces to fill compared to the pieces on hand, keep going. You may be surprised at the end.

         Celebrate when you are done.

         Thank the people who made it possible for you to spend such singularly unproductive time on something you enjoy. Thanks, hubby dearest, thanks kids.

         A jigsaw puzzle may be one of the few things in your life over which you have complete control. Go get one today.

 

The Bhagavad Gita – Chapter 1

Gaurav Rastogi will be blogging his thoughts as he reads the Bhagvad Gita for the first time. He is 35, lives in the Bay Area, curiously religious but not a Sanskrit scholar.

#1 WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T PANIC!

FOR THOSE WHO CAME IN LATE
For those not familiar with the text, here’s a brief backstory. You must know that the Bhagvad Gita is an orthogonal insert into the main story of the Mahabharata which itself is the epic story of the sons of Bharat and their Godfather-style story of deceit and sweet revenge. The Gita is set in the climactic battle scene between two sets of cousins who are fighting over property rights. The bad guys, historically speaking, are the Kauravas, who are fathered by Dhritrashtra – the blind king. The good guys are their cousins – the Pandavas – who are supported by sympathetic friends and relatives, including Krishna Vasudeva. (Vasudeva means land-owner, and was apparently a title of some sorts. Krishna just means black.) Continue reading