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    Being urban Indians, I always found it strange that my father-in-law would refer to the people in my community/caste as ‘tribesmen’. Somehow, I associated the word tribe with a people who are not part of the mainstream society, an ethnic group with a distinct identity.

    But I finally begin to understand why he preferred the word tribe to caste or community because those words have shades of hierarchy and are associated with social mobility. so in that respect, tribe seems a more ‘woke’ way of describing a group of people who have a distinct cultural identity. And Parshuram is our progenitor.

    Parshuram, it is said, was a robust Brahmin who took to arms to protect people from tyrannical rulers. And back in antiquity, he brought to life 14 dead brahmins on the West Coast of India and gave them a strip of land to call their own from the highest mountain till as far as his arrow could reach. This narrow strip is known as the Konkan and the descendants of the 14 brahmins are my ancestors, the Kokanastha Brahmin.

    significance of Akshay Tritiya

    Apart from being Parshuram’s birthday, Akshay is the third day in the month of Vaishakh, when the sun is at its brightest during the day and the moon is at its brightest at night. Akshay means endless or eternal and is considered one of the auspicious days in the Hindu calendar. So if you want to start anything new, you don’t have to find a suitable time because every moment of this day is a lucky moment.

    Many people mark this day by purchasing some gold, which is a really good investment. For those people who have been observing this tradition over the years, this was a good way of accumulating a tidy nest egg

    It is also a good day for weddings and thread ceremonies, and many people, including yours truly, were married on this day.

    Happy Akshay Tritiya.

    Ciao

  • Hey! I found some Amitabh Bachchans in my kitchen Drawer
    A long handled spoon in Bhaji Gulley is known as Amitabh Bacchan

    Last night we had a family dinner to celebrate my ma in law’s 94th birthday. A lady who hates a fuss and is always reluctant to be the centre of attention was quite agitated the whole week when she heard that we had just called the family to bring in her 95th year. But we ignored her wishes to ignore her birthday and called over the immediate family to dinner.

    As the family was munching on the starters, I went inside the kitchen to look for some extra spoons. And there! Amongst all the other tableware, I found this long-handled spoon in the drawer! I was quite amazed because it was just weeks ago that I went to Bhaji Gulley looking for such spoons and learnt that they were called Amitabh Bachhan spoons.

    How thrilled I was to find one sitting in my kitchen all this while. And after some more rummaging, I found another one albeit smaller than its country cousin .

    Two Amitabhs.

    The family couldn’t fathom my wide smile as I stepped out of the kitchen with the extra spoons. And my helpers laughed in disbelief when I told them that we had two Amitabh Bachchan’s in the drawer .

    Ciao,

  • Who am I to Judge?

    It’s a sad day when innocent people don’t have the right to live because ‘NON-TERRORISTS’ have the right to do what they want.

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    Disclaimer: The views expressed in this blog are purely personal and are actually pertaining to a real life incident. However, I am not disclosing any identities because in the words of the recently deceased Pope, ‘ who am I to judge?’ I also wish to respect the privacy and protect the identity of those concerned.

    Several years ago, I went through a very difficult personal situation. At a rational level, I knew my response was unhealthy, unwise and totally unnecessary but try as I might, I couldn’t deal with it.

    Till I read the words of the recently anointed Pope Francis in ‘The TIME Person of the Year’ ” WHO AM I TO JUDGE?”

    Not only did they capture my eye, but they completely changed my mind. Since then, everytime I find myself tying myself up in knots, I recall these words and I calm down

    Today I bumped into someone I didn’t know. All that I knew was the person was Pakistani.

    That was enough to get my hackles up, and if I were a dog, I’d have gone for the ankles or even the jugular for the sheer pleasure of avenging the poor souls who were needlessly butchered in Pahalgam.

    For those of you who don’t know, 28 men were pulled out from a group of tourists and shot dead only because they weren’t Muslim. Of course, they were terrorists, but wasn’t their agenda Jihad? So, how can you say that terrorism doesn’t have a religion? These terrorists definitely had a religion and whatever else their ‘agenda’ may have been, their targets were definitely Hindu.

    It is shameful, shocking and sad to think that we as Hindus aren’t safe in our own country. How can we allow our neighbours who had demanded a separate country to send their ‘non-religious ‘non-terrorists’ to our land and kill innocent people who are holidaying in their own country?

    That is why my blood was on the boil when I saw the Pakistani who not only was in our country but was here on a legitimate visa obtained by renouncing Pakistani citizenship and obtaining the citizenship of another.

    But then I remembered the words

    WHO AM I TO JUDGE?

    In grief and sorrow for the state of things today,

    Ciao

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