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“If Obama walked on water, Bolton’d say he couldn’t swim”
—Hillary Clinton in Africa speaking to CNNi’s Fareed Zakari on John Bolton attacking Bill’s trip to North Korea.
PS. Speaking of Hillary, when she was recently in India for a 3/4 day trip, she did interviews with most national English language News channels including NDTV, CNN-IBN, Times Now. Most of it was repetitive–the questions and answers, somewhat boring. But I liked watching an hour long Teach India educational forum with Hilary and Bollywood star Aamir Khan, who does his part as a celebrity, to help educate under privileged children. Hillary seemed very involved, and I liked some of her answers to questions from the audience and the moderator. She fit right in the discussion and certainly didn’t look out of place. She empathized with Aamir, who was very passionate about the cause, some of her audience who were disheartened by the lack of results and knowing the reality of daily lives of so many children in India.
I am not a great cut and paste artist, but this I have to share. People constantly amaze me with their big hearts and character. This is an extract from an email I just received:
‘Last Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different. As we set off, my eyes fell on a few magazines (kept in an aircraft style pouch) behind the driver’s back rest. I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.
My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, dettol and some medicines. This was enough for me to realise that I was in a special vehicle. Then I looked round again, and discovered more – there was a radio, fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all faiths – from Islam and C hr istianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism. There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan. I realised that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.
I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished. I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9 years; he had lost his job when his employer’s plastic company was shut down. He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night. No break unless he was unwell. “Sahab, ghar mein baith ke TV dekh kar kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega.” (“Whats the point of sitting at home watching TV. If I earn 2 paise they will come in handy in future”)
We realised that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in life. I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time. He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use. He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: “25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped. Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.“
My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO! A hero who deserves all our respect. Our journey came to an end; 45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshipping Mumbai, my temporary home. We disembarked, and all I could do was to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a free ride for a blind man.’
One day I hope to meet Sandeep Bachhe and see his rick MH-02-Z-8508.
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“The day that Junior fell down began like any other day: the explosion of heat rippling the air, the trumpeting sunlight, the traffic’s tidal surges, the prayer chants in the distance, the cheap film music rising from the floor below, the loud pelvic thrusts of an “item number” dancing across a neighbor’s TV, a child’s cry, a mother’s rebuke, unexplained laughter, scarlet expectorations, bicycles, the newly plaited hair of schoolgirls, the smell of strong sweet coffee, a green wing flashing in a tree…”
What puts the knife in my heart? That he ends the list of urban events and sounds with “…a green wing flashing in a tree.“
Here’s one of those summer songs one can’t get out of one’s head:
The apparent repeats in the lyrics are close echos, not true repeats.
The great beats, addictive mix and lyrics are why the song sticks.
The official lyrics are here.
One More Dance is the most popular song on my songs blog, and it’s the most searched-for post here.
My two favorite visual blogs are
In the best of all possible worlds, everyone would check these out and I wouldn’t have to say why they’re my favs — and since saying why is against the visual paradigm, that would suit me fine. But this ain’t the best of all possible worlds, hai na? 🙂 So here’s why:
If you’re an American cousin, check out the Times of India online. The page layout — what content is selected for the first page, and how it’s organized — expresses India’s innate socio-cultural respect for humanity’s humanity.
I love that respect. It’s saved my life twice. And it draws me back to India’s people and arts time and time again.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/22/dining/22twit.html — by Lawrence Downes, a piece notable for the tap into the twee gestalt and lovely writing, as well as for the information. Snippet:
“…I can hear your quibbles. You’re already on the Internet, so why not get the whole recipe, with pictures, and maybe a video? There’s no global shortage of pixels, so why risk clarity and comprehension for the sake of Twitter’s 140-character straitjacket?
“I have no answer to that, other than to say it’s fun to decode and cook Ms. Evans’s tweets. They’re a pleasure to look at — strangely absorbing, like bonsai or Fabergé eggs. And (not to spoil the surprise) they work…”
The web site: http://www.wdl.org
A NYTimes Global Edition article about it: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/21/technology/21library.html?_r=1&ref=globalhome
WDL is a Unesco effort.
Just read — it’s that good…
can you not dance to this? if you listen with closed eyes, can you resist? heavy baseline over dhol and funny, gritty lyrix!!!! activation mode: most energy centers!
“What what? Brrrra! T-T-Tigerstyle! What what? Brrrra! What what?…”
Open, orphan: hugs hugs hugs.
Links in link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/warriorpoets/message/13120
Constructionist cooking: what is it?
Last night I put half a turkey breast, sea salt, two dried Turkish bay leaves, and water (to cover plus an inch) into a slow cooker on low, and forgot about it.
My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, thank you for the lovely woollen dupatta, or maybe that’s not what it is… a hand-woven, most amazing, shawl kind of thing, from India, of a wool that’s very fine and soft, with a design of a black ground and woven-in patterns of two reds and a blueish green — one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever owned. It shields me from all harm when I wear it. It’s magical. Thank you, and love.
Bollywood producers may strike? Say it ain’t so! Not enough BW films reach the US to start with…
There’s an upside to every down: if the strike happens, some multiplexes will be showing cricket instead of films.
I’m laughing out loud at Donald Trump’s unalloyed unabated arrogance (and his crowing at not being hit as hard as others by the real estate downturn) in this mini-interview by Deborah Solomon in the NY Times Sunday Magazine:
Raghav’s song Humrahee and an essay about how the web is affecting journalism have one thing in common — uncommon beauty.
Humrahee, written and performed by Raghav — tender, lyrical, gorgeous:
Clay Shirky’s “Newspapers and Thinking the Unthinkable”, a profound essay on how the web is affecting journalism (and by implication, other businesses and arts):
God bless the Internet — that’s all of us — for what it allows us to experience and share.
An informal, open discussion minus the peer pressure.
It is a bit of a rush, isn’t it? Posting a comment to a group of strangers.
“We mean you no harm. Just tell us the truth, and our words will spring into action.”
The truth is, it’s okay to talk back. Never mind what your parents said.
Talk front, and do it today. Speak for yourself, friend! UT
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