Maoists...the world over

Hate political views...but I ask the elitists in support of Maoists (including the present, live and yet lamented Ms Roy) ...all the people who travel and get blown up by landmines and shifted tracks, all the policemen and children killed...were they all rich multinationals? Anti establishment is good, but blind violence? If they have the guts why dont they go blow up a steel plant or something? And if they are so downtrodden and poor, where are they getting their arms from? If the money as they say, is coming from elitist capital mongers, then their entire premise is self defeating.

So it all boils down to political power and its road to economic power. History shows that political power is often just the first step towards absolute corruption. History has more than enough examples to quote and so I wont waste any space here

Ms Roy (a tragi comical character at best and a rabble rouser par excellence), says and I quote ‘(The rebels are) people who live with their dreams, while the rest of the world lives with its nightmares…..’ The irony of the situation is that for the hundreds of families and friends who have lost their sole bread earners and their hopes for the future, these nightmares (as quoted) are the creation of these very ‘innocent dreamers’ and their leaders. Of course its stupid to imagine that all the people with their ‘strange arsenal’ are cold blooded killers, however, these ‘dreamers’ are controled by people who will, at the end of the road, either die, or achieve huge political power, and create, another class of elites. The fighters, the foot soldiers, the dreamers, will end up, as in hundreds of other revolutions, as small time state employees struggling to make ends meet.

Ms Roy goes on “I’m surrounded by these strange, beautiful children with their curious arsenal,” she wrote. “They’re all Maoists for sure . . . Are they all going to die? . . . What for? To turn all of this into a mine?” Dear Ms Gullible Roy, as the revolution is won, and power is shifted to the hands of the formidable Maoists, Mine companies in their black Mercs, will woo them like there is no tomorrow. There is wealth in those lands – if geography lessons are to be believed, and this wealth will find its way into the GDP…Dreamers or not. So those very ‘Dreamers with their strange arsenal’ will end up getting displaced in any case , or, go to work in one of these so called Multinationals.

History is witness…”Capitalism has ended poverty in more places than a few”. These very elitists, barring a ideological few have benefitted tremendously from Capitalism. There is no logical alternative as of now. If there is, then I would support it whole heartedly. Nehru tried with Socialism, and indeed was succesful to a great extent…only its in tatters now…have been from the 70s really. Communism and Maoism as they were meant to be have failed the world over and natural resources have been exploited from times immemorial for the benefit of mankind. Of course its not correct. But what does one do! Ms Do Good Roy would do well to fight for lowering of the birth rate and killing of extra people. Or maybe, that’s what she is supporting. All the people getting killed in the process will use that much less minerals.

The State Machinery is like her twin brother. Demented, slow and burdened with vested interests, India plods on. Do we use air power? Do we send in the Army? Do we go to the loo? O my dear hungry politicians, please understand….Money can buy anything…so throw in the developmental card…build nice roads, give tax breaks, give social security, build hospitals and siphon some of the funds for the Maoist leaders and the local politicians from all parties, and you will have a functioning democracy. In the meantime seal your borders with the great Chinese Nation and the pathetic Bangladeshis….keep a close watch on the Nepali and Myanmarese and you will find that this ‘Nightmare for the rest us’ may just dissapear.
Of course its not so simple. You, my dear Political Big Wigs, have made it complicated beyond comprehension. Now its time to uncomplicate. Its time to be satisfied with the money you have already made and the power you already have. Its time to look beyond Switzerland to India. Its time to make the Maoists rich.
Get some of the Trillion odd dollars hidden away in banks the world over to save your own power base guys.

As for Ms Gullible Roy…Get real….find something good to do. And yes, next time you go publishing articles in Capitalist newspapers, don’t take any fees….

Corporate of Heaven and the implications of Hell

Corporate of Heaven and the implications of Hell
I have often wondered why we have so many Gods. The legend is that Prajapati (or Brahma as you may know him) opened his huge mouth and generated Agni, Varun, Indra and the rest. Then, all the gods created, opened their minds and created a kind of a super God …Maheshwar..Shiv. This God then went back and tried to kill Brahma himself and he is dying ever since…not succeeding though…as Mrtyu, Brahma’s own daughter is always hesitating to do so. Vishnu the third of the Troika was always there apparently…a rival to Brahma and Shiv and the supreme doer so to say.
Anyways, that’s not the point that I am trying to make. The problem seems to be one of identity. Who is god? Is he one or many….Can one being, if god is a being that is, be a single window operation despite the complications that come out of running the world ( not to speak of the various management decisions that need to be taken for the running of Heaven and Hell and the worlds beyond).
I think not.
I think that the celestial committee is a collection of Management experts. There is a COO and there are various departmental heads. In this I am in total agreement with mythology…. Chitragupta is the secretary of Yama…the God that controles Mrtyu (the goddess of death). This whole administrative set up is headed by 3 Gods (fitting that it should….considering the complexities) – Brahma, Vishnu, Maheshwar. There is a board of Governors (Agni, Varuna, Shakti etc) and then there is the COO who has been diminishing in importance because of his imperfections - Indra. It is male dominated, however some of the very important portfolios are handled by women – Education, Saraswati – Lakshmi , wealth. Then there are the honorary members – who are essentially extensions of existing gods ….Krishna, Rama etc… It’s a liberal setup considering that there is a Head of the Department for the Department of Desire and the arts. It’s a workplace with perks and benefits and anybody can be a part of this …. Viz – Chiranjeevi – God for Cinematic Arts in Andhra, Rajneekanth – God for Cinematic Idiosyncrasies, Dhirubhai Ambani – God for the not so ethically inclined ….so and so forth. The latter are junior Gods, something like the Minister of State or Deputy Ministers in our Constitutional set up…they have importance in pockets without actual influence on the larger governance of creaturekind.
Its not that mere mortals or people or beings not born out of Brahma’s direct creativity are not qualified for the higher posts of full gods. Some started small and grew to magnificent strength…Hanumanjee…some started big and ended as damp squibs ….Indra. There are departmental experts who have been promoted to higher levels like Garuda, Vishwakarma, Kubera and others…and yet others seem to have gained in importance due to the work they have done for specific projects…Hidimba, Jatayu etc.
So there are many of them. Morals and scruples and social norms were not top of the mind initially. These executives and managers roamed the earth impregnating women they liked giving birth to strapping youth for carrying the earth forward. Morals really started kicking in once the population went through the roof. The Super Gods realized that the 2nd level was creating havoc and clamped down with birth control features. They were to limit themselves to the apsaras who were non reproductive in nature. Death in heaven was difficult considering the advent of Som…and therefore entry was limited to the very occasional creatures. Rajnikanth made a late entry as did MGR . There are numerous temples dotted across the island of Jambu with new and fancy deities. These are the new entrants. As always, entry is just for the deserving. However, influence counts.
In the beginning, Brahma was indeed scared of monopoly. So along with the generation of Gods, he generated the Asuras. Sura and Asuras. In fact his first children were the Asuras. So drunk were they with the power they generated that Brahma had to soon produce the Suras or the Gods. In doing so he produced a lot of inbetweens. After all, it did take a few trial and errors. So the Gandharvas and Demi Gods were created. The Asuras don’t have Soma but they have a magic Physician who keeps them alive. From God to Anti Gods - the step was easy for the Asuras. The coming of the Devas only helped in sealing their fate. The new kids took over before you could say Haven help me.
The Asuras too have their version of heaven. Going by the slightly scary name of HELL, it has a cult following amongst earth dwellers. Far more welcoming than Heaven, Hell is forever subject to bad PR. They just don’t have a good Marcomm team. However, earth dwellers have shown a distinct preference for it through the millenniums and, word of mouth has it, that it’s a infinitely more fun place to be in. Unfortunately Heaven has become this clichéd sanitized place and the same old Apsaras and facilities seem to have gone the Air India way. After all, who wants to take a drink from a 6 million year old Apsara.
Hell is a kind of Celestial Havana or Hawaii or even Las Vegas and Goa. The original Sin City, it’s a kind of reaffirmation of Original Godliness. It’s a hark back to the times when Sinning was fun…Sinning was virtue. For, all the things that the Gods did in the beginning are considered Sins now. So are we to assume that all that they did then was wrong? In any case, you are more likely to meet Merlyn Munroe, Mata Hari and Helen of Troy in some cozy alcove of Hell than in the sanitized world of heaven. You would also meet Jack The Ripper, Saddam, Stalin and if you stay long enough, you may also meet Bush, Laloo, Kim Jong and Salman Khan. Infinitely more interesting.
No wonder ……the overwhelming popularity of hell is testimony to the fact that Creaturekind wants to move back to religion. All these Bibles and Qurans are empty roads to hell, its actually sinning that is the true panacea. A sort of reaffirmation of faith as it were.
Hell is also corporatized. But its doing a better job in terms of visitors log. Look at it this way…Gandhi never made it to hell, but, Marqis De Sade did. You tell me…

The importance of being Karna

A child born out of the impulsive affair of a royal princess. A prince facing the humiliation of being set adrift at birth and being raised by a non achiever. A warrior who supported the losing side. A father who saw his son killed in front of his eyes. A man who understood the impracticality of giving away his security. A disciple who was unfairly cursed by his own teacher. A King who was never there for his people. A chauvinist to the core. A follower of Dharma who gave tacit support to adharma. A seeker who was forever seeking for what he should not seek for. An egotist who never believed that he could go wrong. A practical person who always gave in to impracticality. A great man but less than the greatest because of the company he kept and the environment of his growth. A bitter man with a chip on his shoulders. A supreme strategist who could never own up to his own faults.

Karna was all this and more…

Karna was the first in a stream of illegitimate sons that Kunti had. These children were luckier than Karna, in that they were conceived by the approval of Pandu. Kunti and her co wife - Madri had 5 more sons. Yudhistira, Bhim, Arjun, Nakul and Shahadev. They all excelled in a single quality each. Together they were like the 5 fingers that make up a fist. However, individually they all lacked in specific qualities. Karna was the son that Pandu could not have. He was his hearts desire from an union he did not know of. The irony was emphasized, in that Karna contained all the qualities that the other five had together. But, as practicality would have it..each of his qualities were lesser in extent to the whole that the 5 others represented as a group. So he was a strong … but not stronger than Bhima. He was a master warrior but not greater than Arjuna. He represented Dharma but not as much as Yudhistir did. So though he was more of a man than any of his brothers , he was less in one single quality that each represented as individuals. Karna was a weaker fist than the collective five that his brothers represented as a group. However, he possessed at least some qualities that his brothers did not represent individually.

He was the all rounder. Never a specialist, he did not realize his own weakness. He attempted to be the best at archery…but could not rise above Arjuna. He tried to be the strongest physically, but could not excel Bhima. He tried to be more devout and generous than Yudhistira and yet was never perceived to be a Dharmaraj. And yet, he believed himself to be more than the collective strength of the Pandavas, and that was his undoing. A team is always stronger than the individual and Karna was shadow captaining the wrong team. A moral emerges – Back the right team.

The glorification of Karna is - in as much as you would glorify an underdog, a martyr. We take his failures unhappily and attribute them to curses and conditions. Only 2 people could string the Gandiva, but Draupadi would not hear of marrying a Sutaputra. This shocks the modernity in us and we scream – But that is unfair…Draupadi is doing this because she has her heart set on Arjuna. The truth is probably different. As the daughter of a major Monarch, Draupadi was arrogant and snobbish, she would not marry a man whose antecedents were not clear. Strong as he was, he was not a match for Arjuna’s family line. The irony was that Arjuna’s antecedents were as dubious as that of Karna. Only, Pandu was aware of it and gave him a name. That name made the difference. That is the next moral of his story – You need a family.

Even during the war, Karna could never kill any of the Pandavas. We believe that he made a promise to Kunti “You will still have five sons after the war”….”I will kill only Arjuna and spare the rest”. The point is, that this promise lost the war for the Kauravas. So, even bound to Duryodhana, Karna betrayed the very basis on which he was on Duryodhana’s side. He defeated Yudhistira in a single combat and then spared his life, Bhim met the same fate as did a combined attack of Nakul and Shahadev. Imagine this, Arjuna would have been completely devastated if Karna had killed all his brothers. Arjuna would have lost his powers and the war. So Duryodhana lost the war because of the great betrayal of his best friend. The next moral – Do what you do with all your heart. Never take half measures. Eg Bhima did not hesitate before killing Vikarna …the third of the Kauravas and the only brother who stood up against the humiliation of Draupadi. While killing him, Bhima made a chilling confession – ‘Of all the Kauravas, I love you the most. You are a true man. I do not wish to kill you and yet I have to, because of the promise I have made. Any break in that promise may look like weakness on my part”. Karna had made a similar promise to Duryodhana – That of destroying the Pandavas. He did not succeed because he gave in to emotion.

Karna was celebrated as a warrior for defeating Bhim and Yudhistira, but Karna still lost the great war to the Pandavas because of an obstinate desire to better a man who could not be bettered in his chosen field. Karna did not see the signs, did not read the writing on the wall. He insisted on taking on the one man who would never lose to him..the one man who had beaten him hands down in the past. Karna did not know his limitations..and that was the next big moral of his story – Know your limitations.

Karna was known as one of the greatest philanthropists of his age. Even in this, he did not know the difference between ego and philanthropy. He knew that Indra was asking for his most prized physical possession. He knew that he would surely perish without his armour, and yet, it was his vanity that prevented him from turning Indra away. He would, under no circumstances show any sign of failure, of weakness. He wanted to show Indra, that armor or not, he was still confident of beating Arjuna. He wanted to cut a cavalier figure … a sort of Hector like fatalist. He did not realize that victories are not achieved through such empty shows of magnanimity. Imagine…would Arjuna ever give away his Gandiva? I dare say not. In fact Arjuna knew his limitations and went by them. At a very advanced age, when the Gandiva had outlived its purpose and given back to the powers that be, the same Arjuna, lost a battle to a mere bunch of highway robbers. However, by then, Arjuna had served his purpose. The kingdom had been won, a mere skirmish did not matter. Karna, by his so called philanthropy, lost the only battle that could have ever mattered.

Kunti came to him before the war started and tried to convince him to change sides. Krsna did the same. Karna, even then, admitted that this was a war that would end in disaster for the Kauravas…and yet he backed the losing side. One can see greatness in that , but one can also see the inability of recognizing good advice. Good advice is to be taken…not rejected. There is no glory in death and defeat. There is nothing more humiliating than death and nothing more insulting than a defeat that is conclusive. Karna had lost the war before he started fighting it. He was as good as dead…and yet his vanity won. He did not follow good advice. Good advice needs to be taken…specially when it comes from those who are better and more experienced than you.

Karna lost every bid for greatness he made. He was the quintessential ‘almost there’ guy. A man destined for greatness only because he attempted to scale the wall. He made valiant attempts but lost out because of these fatal failings listed above. His name became synonymous with sacrifice and that was his claim to fame.

In all of this, one totally missed out the objective of his sacrifices. Never has a man in mythology defended a cause so shallow, never has a warrior fought a war with his strength sapped so low. Never has a Hero so clearly defeated every cause that he held dear.

Karna is important for all of these reasons. Karna is great because of his sheer lack of greatness and the potential that he did not realize.

Karna is what every great man…should not aspire to be. That is then the importance of being …Karna.

Indian and 'isms'

Hinduism was never a religion. It was always a loosely held confederation of the great Indian Religions like Vaishnavism, Shaivism, Shaktism. Basically all the religions that were born and nurtured in the historic land of rivers, far beyond the western frontiers of the Indus.

Now let us put the concept of Indianism in perspective. It is slightly confusing. The history of Indian thought goes far beyond the present boundaries of the sub continent. In fact the Indian nation extended well into the lands of Iran in the early part of proto history. This was after the origins of ruins at Suktajen Dor in western extremes of Iran and well into the realms of Vedic civilization.

The language of the early Persians were heavily influenced by the Indo Aryans and Zoroashtra himself was said to have studied the Indian scriptures deeply before espousing his specific form of religion. In fact it would not be too presumptuous to imagine that Hinduism in some form existed in Iran at that time considering that Gandhara (or Afganistan) at that time was a Hindu nation (one would believe of the Shaivism strain) and was a great meeting point of Parsi, Buddhist and Hindu Philosophy.

Alexander, as late as the 3rd Century BC had to go though the ‘pagan’ climes of the great Afgan nation and subjugated its great ruler in Taxila – the great university town. This ruler King Ambhi later aided his drive into Punjab and his face off with Porus.

Taxila, a strategically placed city – at the crossroads of the great Silk route – was the capital of the Great province of Gandhara. Situated in present day Pakistan (North West – around 60 km west of Islamabad), was adapted by the Bactrian Greeks for its importance and retained its primary role for many more centuries. Later, it was as important to the Greek communities (who established a township called Sirkap). Demitrios who ruled over this area during the later Bactrian invasion considered this city as his capital over Punjab, Sind and Afganistan. Oscillating between Iran (Persian empire) and the Indian powers, this land was forever the melting pot of Hindu and Persian philosophies.

And then lets not forget the importance of Gandhara in our epics. Remember the great Shakuni of Mahabharat – prince of Gandhara and his sister Gandhari. In Ramayana, also, these lands found mention in the origin of Bharat and Shatrughna and their mother Sumithra. Sumithra was the daughter of the Emperor of Gandhara.

The very fact that there existed such familiarity between the leaders of two nations that were situated geographically far apart, shows a kind of cultural similarity that may have found voice in similar religions and thought. Not difficult then for us to imagine that Gandhara may have spread far beyond present day Afganistan. Actually maybe much further than Afganistan …. I have this theory that Achilles and Krishna were blood brothers…both had their heels as their weakness.

So back to the topic…why the hell am I talking about the expanse of India in the isms… Merely to establish the variety of isms and the great cultural and social similarities in them. Now, understand this…India was never one country. It was a variety of people drawn together in parts and pieces or in the whole by temporal political power, by changing hues of social and religious beliefs, but mostly by a psychological entity that cut across geographies and physicalities. India of the isms existed in as much as Europe exists, only much more varied …much more colorful. The land of isms is a continent to end all continents. Smaller than the world but containing it nonetheless.

This ism’s eastern extremes are better known than the western ones. But its worth a mention that the ancient versions of this culture left a more lasting impression on Indo Chinese culture than we will ever realize. Budhism, the later brand of Islam and indeed a fraction of Christianity is deeply effected by the Indian isms. Its strange to realize this….but till participants in the great Indian mix decided to coexist and worship each other’s gods, things went along fine enough. So you had a Shaivite celebrating the birth of Krishna and a Vaishnavite celebrating Durga Puja accepting the importance of Shaktism as a force in the diaspora. Initial epic battles were passed on as stories and the political importance of Shiv - the Urban God (who was that through his sheer bohemianism) succumbed to the rustic charm and rising power of the agrarian community…not to be completely replaced but to be only just subservient to Vaishnavism (In the epics it was always a Krishnavatar…never a Shiva Avataar…and then the city slicks Bali (of the hidden but grand Kishkinda) and Ravan of the glamorous and large Lanka …both Shiv bhakts lost miserably to the nomad – Rama).

Eventually even Shiva would see a great revival in the re emergence of the more sophisticated elements of Indian civilization…the drugged and mystical image of Shiva was hard for the educated City Slicker to ignore (after all). Shaktism hovered in the middle somewhere…creating a fluid bridge between the two – Remember Durga was married Shiva and had a daughter – Lakshmi who was eventually married off to Vishnu – which again in the times of those legends made Vishnu the most important factor – The spoilt son in law….a political marriage if there ever was one. Its worth noting ..that in the south of the sub continent where civilization was more sophisticated and education more widespread … the cult of Shiva thrived and eventually re usurped its rightfull throne as a predominant Ism. Each religion borrowed so heavily from the other that down the centuries they merged into one…assimilating within their folds erstwhile influences from around the globe, creating the ONE truly eclectic religion that the world has ever known.

The fall came with the rize of isolated Brahminism and the refusal of Islam to be a part of Hinduism….though assimilating in the Indian Isms, Islam could never fully integrate in the existing culture and Mohammed could never become a Hindu God…but that is another story.

Cheers. The end of tolerance is spelling the end of Indianism …and we all rejoice….we all rejoice.

Craziest Food I have ever tasted

1. Tongba, Bamboo Beer....Hot Stimulating Cafe, Darjeeling. This is a rocking drink. Made of fermented millet and rye based in a round Bamboo Container and drunk with a Bamboo Straw with a netting at the end. The base of fermented millet and rye is topped with hot water and allowed to settle for a few minutes. You sip and sip and then top up again and again till the alchohol in base lasts. Never ending and superb. Best had with the house speciality which are freshly made Momos (all vegeterian in this joint)
2. Grilled Alligator Meat with Garlic Toast and Red Wine at Brassilia - the restaurant at Lagoons in Lagos. With baby tomatoes and herbs, this is a strange, if not a very appetizing food.
3. Tomato rice stuffed into scooped out Cucumber @ a friends place. Tasted terrible ....try if you like that kind of thing...specially when the cucumber is boiled
4. Bhindi stuffed with Keema at a parsee friends house...made the same way that you would make bharva Baingan or stuffed bhindi (with besan).... Crazy ...the Parsees need meat in everything
5. Jadoh....in the North East of India...I believe its origin is Shillong...but its recipe is like pork Biriyani but the Rice is cooked in Pork Blood ...or so I believe. Loved it before I found what it was boiled in
6. Chhola Burger at Bhopal...This is crazy...It is Chhole ...pounded and made into neat cakes and placed as patties between buns... I can think of better things...Didnt taste half bad though.
7. Bheja Fry @ Bhatyar Gali ...was horrible....picking goats brain....yucks
8. Tea, creamed with Camel Milk...again a strict no no.... a few years back at Sarita Udyan in Gandhinagar...realised something was wrong the moment I sipped the tea...only to be told that normal milk was not available and so the Camel variety....
9. Crispy Sweet Chicken @ Tangra, Kolkata...Just in case you did not get enough protien during the meal itself, here is what you do...dip chicken strips in bits of sweet marination (honey in it I believe and til) and fry it till crisp.... Sweet very sweet...And kind of ok to taste
10. Alloo Tikki Burgers at Macdonalds....Hello what was that? Alloo Tikki ...ok ... but Alloo Tikki Burgers at Macs? Absolute no no...

Ever Changing Freedom

I am tired of the ugly things in life. Thats why this is gonna be a happy blog. Thoughtful and positive yes. Unhappy ...NO.

Therefore I have kind of stuck to neutral topics ...things that one would love till now. Stuff like food, drinks...basically 'bring a smile on your face' thingies.

So today I continue in a Nation swelling with pride and happiness. A pride and happiness thorroughly justified in the emerging 3 days, 4 night weekend coming up. All government and private sector employees will be paid during this period and all trade and businessmen will do brisk business.

The occassions are nebulous...at best preserved in the back of our consciousness, but the pleasure genuine. Janmashtmi is, on the whole, more important than Indipendence day, the latter however being more widely celebrated in its geographic extent.

Nehru said, 'Long years ago, we made a tryst with destiny....the time has come to redeem that pledge'...well have we kept that pledge? ...in many ways we have.

We are a Free country. Politically and Economically. But the time has come to fight another battle. The battle to free us from the brand of Political and Economic freedom that we have, from the disparity we suffer. The time has come to ask...Has the freedom we have really made a difference?

I presume it has. I was not born during the occupation and so I dont know the emotional hassles of being secondary in my own country. Moreover I was born into what may be considered a Socially elevated family (if not an economically elevated one). To add to it, we were not exactly hand to mouth. Therefore I was a part of the new Elite. The Elite that had taken the place of the Raj ...to create a new order....a new Raj. I must confess though...There were thousands, nay, millions of people around me, not so lucky as me, who were secondary...any which way you look at it. And this realization of mine was acute from a very early age.

Our house in Kolkata had 2 entrances. One a delapidated side door that led to the backyard, and the other, a grand entry for cars that led to a stairway into the drawing room. The side entry was used just once a day. A jamadar would come and knock and the servant girl would go and open the door. This Jamadar with a broom tail (quite literally) would go into the backyard and then take the back intrances to the bathrooms. He would clean up, take the refuse and leave the same he came. The maid servant would directly go into her bath and be allowed into the house after that.

We were not so much as allowed to go near the sweeper man. After all, the sweeper man was an untouchable. He and his ilk were unclean. In fact, these were a subhuman race...descended of the lowest of the low. They never had any chance in hell of rising above subhuman as their children would be from the same dirty seed as them.

That has changed. At least in the urban context. There has been significant changes in the Rural India as well. The Brahmin heartland of India has a seen a significant revolution that has seen the rise of the opressed classes. They have entered the earlier Brahminical bastions of Politics and Administration and have made significant progress in terms of individual property and community. Problem is that soon as these people become empowered, they become elitist. The irony is that its their origins themselves that make them elitist. They wear their untouchability like a badge and garner votes from the silent majority. They give long discourses on how to break the grip and retire back to their marble palaces and big cars. I am sure they, in their ivory palaces, have a different entry point for sweepers as well.

So nothing much has changed. We have created a new Layer of Noveu Brahmins who are in many ways even more exploitative, as they dont have the generations of education that the erstwhile higher classes have gone through. One would see this as a natural process of National Evolution and one may be right. The next generation of the New Brahmins, will be not so crass and in your face and would be capable of taking clean sophisticated decissions. These decissions, one hopes will open the road for even Newer Brahminism. There will be new graduates to the Elites ..who will reduce the span of the underprivilaged and continue on the path of unsophisticated, unplanned progress which will eventually destroy the decaying social order and a create a new ruling class in the generations to come. They will be the Brahmins of the new age espousing a new freedom that will run out of fashion eventually till newer Brahmins cause a social catharsis..

This cycle will continue till the utopian death of class politics. Which, with all due respect to the changing liberal elites, is not possible, because, all things on par, we will always need a ruling and a ruled class. There will always be parties, organisations, people, groups etc who will be more equal than others ...who will controle the food that hits our table and the safety we need at home and the healthcare we get in our old age. These people will always be elitist, till they fall to the new order.

Hell...Freedom is cool...phew....Its momentary, utopian and ever changing....That gives each one of us the freedom to celebrate our indipendence from a different cause in each succesive year. The Raj is irrelevant...let us celebrate our Indipence Day as a symbol of freedom ... from anything at all...

10 things to eat before you die...there are 100s....but for today

1. Chello Kebab at Peter Cat, Park Street, Kolkata....the recipe is pure. Delicately herbed rice lightly suated in butter ringed with tender makhmali Sheek Kebab and melt in your mouth Chicken lasagni tikkas...topped off with a perfectly rounded fried egg.....
2. Prawns Fry with Malabari Paranthas, Bhatiyar Gali, Ahmedabad....Shrimps (sizeable) fried in flavored oil (flavored with thousands of rounds of frying) slightly caramelized and with a masalla of tomatoes, garlic and onions. The Malabari Paranthas ...slightly sweet to the taste ...brilliantly rounded in layers and roast fried to perfection...You generally sit in your car and order for this. Carry a Thumbs Up with you. If you prefer something harder .. feel free.
3. Liver Curry....you will get this in any standard Bong Home....Diced Goat's liver and potatoes....in a gravy of Peas flavoured with light haldi, tomatoes, garam massala, onions and garlic....Dried and stir fried it tastes great with Rotis...preserve a little liquid and it tastes great with Rice
4. Patra Fish, A 1 Parsee Food Corner, Nanpura, Surat. Silver Leaf, Ahmedabad. Yezdi, Flora Fountain, Mumbai or at Sagar, Navsari. Slabs of white Pomfret ... marinated in a fine mixture of pudina, dhaniya, coconut, raw mangoes and other condiments...Steamed to perfection in its on marination wrapped in banana leaves...
5. Kolkata Biriyani @ Shiraz, end of Park Street, Kolkata....Delicately flavoured rice covering mutton cooked to perfection in a wonderfully evolved marination and topped with sauted potatoes soaking in mutton gravy and 1 boiled egg...Nobody in India has a better Biriyani recipe. Its actually evolved from Lucknowi biryani brought to Kolkata by a very kind Wajid Ali Shah and then evolved into perfection.
6. Chingrir Malai Kari @ Bhojohori Manna, Ekdaliya, Kolkata. There are many shops that serve this in many cities, but the one at BM, Kolkata is special. King Sized prawns with their heads on soaking in a evolved gravy of coconut cream and other usual masallas. Tastes devine with Rice
7. Gujju Thaali at Vishalla, Ahmedabad...I will get discent on this one...but I still maintain that the Vishalla Thali with its atmospheare and ambiance and of course delightfully tasty condiments to go.
8. Khichdi and Labra (mixed vegetable) at any Durga Puja Mandap in any city at all...Dont try this at home... it will never taste the same. Seems to taste the best on Ashtami.
9. Butter Chicken @ Ranjit da Dhaba in the road behind Safdarjang Hospital, Delhi ... I have forgotten the name of the Road. The creamy red white mixture bubbling with sinfull chicken tastes super with Tandoori Roti.. The Pandara Road variety isnt too bad either...but there is something special about standing on the road amidst polluting vehicles to have this
10. Prawns Kolivada @ Lambas, Chembur main Road, Mumbai.....Words fail me here....Kolivada...dont have it with anything at all....and watch it getting made...if you want a little Rum and Coke wouldnt be out of place