• Night after night Hubby dear is busy surfing channels only to find Barkha Dutt, Rajdeep Sardesai, Sonia Singh and the ultimate Chief Justice of India Mr. Arnav Goswami ask various panelists their opinion on several matters of political and social importance. Like everything in life, the topics are seasonal. Last December, the favour of the month was rape; currently it is the hanging of Afzal Guru and I can see the Helicopter scandal slowly getting ready to fly off the tv screen and occupy centre screening space.

    Night after night these TV anchors debate issues with predictable panelists till I actually begin to get a headache with the constant bickering, one up manship and shoddy arguments put forth vociferously  with scant heed to politeness and basic civility. But what really amazes me is how this form of
    Journalism can be remotely called entertaining and least of all, does it have any bearing on government policy? Arnav , particularly puts forth impassioned pleas asking, nay demanding, answers on behalf of the tax paying citizens of India, but I ask you, Arnav Goswami,does any one in Government even watch your show? Can you prove even once how your uncovering a story has brought forth any kind of social reform?

    Sadly, these so called provocative shows are mere slanging matches which serve no purpose other than providing a platform for some noisy haranguing.

  • A disappointing festival

    With Anna Shetty embarking on her fourth day of “doing nothing”, we decided to go to the Kala Ghoda Festival. Started out as a platform for art and culture, this fair has gradually deteriorated into one big Indian bazaar and like all Indian bazaars was crowded and noisy. The theme for this year’s festival seems to be “Recycling” but most of the exhibits were sadly depressing and ugly.

    With heightened security we had to pass through metal detectors
    and walked into the enclosure behind thinking that we’d be searched.
    Surprisingly enough it was occupied by three women constables lounging
    lethargically on the ground!
    This installation made of corrugated cardboard had several people sitting
     on the furniture made out of cardboard

    The unusual traffic near the University should have alerted us to the big mess that lay ahead but nothing prepared us for the crowds on a Friday afternoon!

    It really seemed as though the entire city was out on the road.

    Most people were busy taking photographs, posing with the installations or indulging in that other Great Indian Pass time – eating at the numerous stalls.

    The answer to combat pollution? Not if you have to travel on crowded roads, competing with
    undisciplined traffic, buses that have licence to kill  and countless pot holes!
    A stall selling book marks for kids.
    Honestly, which kid reads these days?
    This stall selling indegenious wooden toys
     which can ordinarily bought at the Museum’s Shop

    I loved this installation of crawling ants
    made out of old motorcycles

    A troupe of folk artists entertaining a disinterested crowd

    An installation of the quintessential Bombaywallah:
    the Dabbawallah towering above the crowd
    A stall selling beaded belts and other accessories
    An installation of a woman’s world. I loved the funky stuff.

    A stall from andhra Pradesh selling leather puppets

    An interesting skull made out of motherboards and other computer accessories

    A hammock made out of bundles of newspaper
    A stall from Chennapatam selling traditionally made wooden articles with a modern twist.

    Part of the “Radical Garden” , an installation in the  car park, capturing yet
    another ugly aspect of Mumbai’s Gardens

    Some more recycled stuff and even more ugliness.
    This time with a high creepy  factor included

    The Great Indian Bull

    And finally – the cops. Ironically there were so many of them around
     just  on a day which lamented of the poor ratio of cops to the general public!
    The Queen’s Necklace Tetrapods and all

    All in all, like every year, this festival too is much ado about nothing!

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  • Mythology plays an
    important part in child rearing and like most Indians I grew up on stories from
    our ancient past, hearing for the stories of the Ramayana and Mahabharat from my grandmother. Intrigued by these timeless
    tales that resonate even today, I tried reading C. Rajagoplachari’s  Mahabharat which regrettably was written so
    laboriously and clumsily that I preferred instead to acquaint myself with the
    stories through the  “Amar Chitra
    Katha” series! It was, therefore , with a hint of skepticism that I took
    up ” The Seeds of War”, the second in the series of Ashok Banker’s
    re-telling of the Mahabharat; I must say I was surprised to find how pleasantly
    readable  it was. In language that is
    simple to understand, yet old fashioned enough to maintain the ethos of ancient
    times, Banker takes on a voice that appeals to the modern reader.  The Mahabharat is the culmination of a series of events set in motion long before the heroes of this epic were born. And in this book, Banker introduces us to the various characters whose actions sow the seeds of this epic battle of succession between the two branches of the Puru lineage the Kauravas and the Pandavas.
    “The Seeds of War” begins with the
    story of Brihsapati and Shukracharya, the learned Brahmin advisors
    to warring factions – Brishaspati to the Devas and Shukracharya to the Asuras.
    Though both were equally competent, Shukracharya had a slight advantage – the knowledge
    of Sanjivani that restored the dead to life and prevented the Asura armies from
    being defeated! In an attempt to wrest this secret from the Asuras, Brihaspati
    comes up with a devious plan of sending his own son Kacha to the Asura kingdom to
    seduce Shukracharya’s daughter and inveigling the secret from him. This seemingly simple plan turns out to be the
    beginning  of a series of events of
    intrigue and deceit intertwined with  honour and duty  that eventually lead to the Battle of all battles. Kacha does manage to learn the art of
    Sanjivani but also incurs the wrath of Devyani, Shukracharya’s daughter and sets the stage for the marriage of Devyani with Yayati, the ancestor of the Purus. Along the
    way,we meet  Shantanu
    and Ganga, two strong and powerful characters whose passionate love story brings forth Devavrata who in turn becomes the noble Bhishma when he sacrifices his claim to the throne in favour of Shantanu’s son with
    Satyavati. Bhishma’s sacrifice comes to naught when Satyavati’s son dies childless bringing  the Puru dynasty close to extinction,  but her
    plan to impregnate her widowed daughters-in-law with her son from a previous relationship
    ensures that it does not. The book ends with the birth of the blind king
    Dhritirashtra and his brother Pandu.
    Dharma and karma, gods
    and goddesses, devas and asuras, intrigue and deception, love and lust  are the ingredients of a good story and in a well researched and well written book, Ashok Banker retains the reader’s
    interest ,slowly  unfolding the convoluted plots in language that shifts from  straightforward and  lyrical, condensing events of a thousand years in a page while expanding some moments of a lifetime to a good length. Eventually, the Mahabharat, like all epics,  is old wine in a new bottle, but it is a well packaged bottle that should appeal to the
    modern reader who wants to revisit the stories from the past.

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