Monthly Archive for August, 2009

India’s generation of children crippled by uranium waste

Gethin Chamberlain from Bathinda in the Observor:

Their heads are too large or too small, their limbs too short or too bent. For some, their brains never grew, speech never came and their lives are likely to be cut short: these are the children it appears that India would rather the world did not see, the victims of a scandal with potential implications far beyond the country’s borders.

Some sit mutely, staring into space, lost in a world of their own; others cry out, rocking backwards and forwards. Few have any real control over their own bodies. Their anxious parents fret over them, murmuring soft words of encouragement, hoping for some sort of miracle that will free them from a nightmare.

Health workers in the Punjabi cities of Bathinda and Faridkot knew something was terribly wrong when they saw a sharp increase in the number of birth defects, physical and mental abnormalities, and cancers. They suspected that children were being slowly poisoned.

But it was only when a visiting scientist arranged for tests to be carried out at a German laboratory that the true nature of their plight became clear. The results were unequivocal. The children had massive levels of uranium in their bodies, in one case more than 60 times the maximum safe limit. More:

Don’t fix history, look at the future

Chetan Bhagat, author of the bestseller, One Night @ the Call Centre, in the Times of India:

The BJP is screaming that Mr Jinnah was not indeed as secular as claimed by Jaswant Singh. Experts on TV are citing events in 1932 which prove that Jinnah was a good person; countered by an equal number of experts citing historical events which prove that Jinnah did terrible things.

To answer the Jinnah question from the point of view of the young generation – Who cares?

Really, whether Mr Jinnah did wonderful things or he did horrible things and whatever point of view your party likes to take – who gives a damn? How is this relevant to the India we have to build today? Are we electing leaders for the future or selecting a history teacher?

The strange thing is the media buys into this pointless debate – about Mr Jinnah being good or bad and spends hours discussing it. By doing so, it gives legitimacy to the whole exercise.

Meanwhile, the young generation fails to understand why do our politicians become so passionate defending these relics of the past? Why don’t they have a fanatical debate about how fast we will make roads, colleges, bridges and power plants? Why don’t people get expelled over current non-performance rather than historical opinions? Why don’t we ban useless government paperwork rather than banning books about dead people? More:

The Republic of Thamel

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Sudeep Chakravarti from Kathmandu, Nepal, in Hindustan Times:

It’s so Thamel. “When I Miss Pattaya, you come running Rangeela.” The comment appears to be about a transvestite beauty contest held annually at a fleshpot in Thailand. It is followed by a Kurosawa growl. I’m in Itta, a dimly lit, monsoon-musty, handkerchief-sized Japanese eatery.

The transvestite, in soap-opera sari, coiffed, face painted, is primly seated. Her companion, a young Japanese man in a neat beard and scruffy Ché T-shirt, is angry. Then ‘Rangeela’ flounces through the bead curtain and down the dank stairway. The man takes a huge pull of Everest beer, and notices that I have noticed.

“Fugyu,” he insists. To save him face, I turn back to take a bowl of miso soup from a tray that recently held superb tempura. The menu again catches my eye. It has a compelling message bordered by photos of a yellow rose, and a basket containing a towel and soap: “What is life when wanting love? Night without a morning! Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gat sick adorning.”

Outside, two local bands, Anuprastha at Kathmandu Pub & Café, and an unnamed one at Namaste Café & Bar, are competing cover to cover – The Doors to The Doors, Rolling Stones to Rolling Stones, Pearl Jam to Pearl Jam – and decibel to decibel, in a frenetic meld of “Come on baby light my faiyah can’t get no satisfaction brown shoo-gur garble screech garble yeah.” More:

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How India’s sandalwood oil trade got hijacked

Udit Misra in Forbes India:

sandalwoodBut mention “chandan” (as sandalwood is known in Hindi) to Krishna Narain Kapoor, whose family has been engaged in the art of making attar based on sandalwood oil for over a century, and he looks away with a grimace.

“Why do you ask? What good will come of it?” His bitterness is not without reason.
The 65-year-old Kapoor’s ancestor set up the first and biggest modern distilling and perfumery company in Kannauj, Manaulal Ramnarain, in 1880. Over time, the family broke into four separate firms. Kapoor’s firm, Indian Fragrances & Chemicals, produced around 800 kilos of sandalwood oil every month and employed 80 people at its peak.

But now the shutters are down. His is not the only distillery to shut shop. India’s total shipments have plummeted to a paltry 5 tonnes and processors are increasingly buying foreign varieties of sandalwood oil. As for Kannauj’s attar industry, it is all but gone.

So what went wrong? More:

There is no such thing as perfect justice

But Nobel Laureate Amartya Sen believes there can be a reasoned agreement in a society on outcomes which are unjust. In his new book, The Idea of Justice (Penguin Allen Lane), Sen says that putting in place the right institutions and entitlements is a step towards a more just society. Neelima Mahajan-Bansal and Udit Misra in Forbes India:

amartyasenWhy is justice so intriguing to you?
Mainly it’s the face of injustice we see in our day to day life that makes us feel what we can do to make things better from the point of view of justice. If I walked around in India or any other country today and were not invaded by a sense of injustice, then there is something to be explained there. There is nothing to be explained about why one is invaded by a sense of injustice because it is there. So much inequality. So much lack of freedom, tyranny and denial of liberty on one side and inequality and deprivation, and denial of substantive opportunity on the other.

In the Indian context post 1991, there has been a remarkable change in the lives of people. Would you say that India as a society or as an economy is more just today?
I wouldn’t even try to bring about an overall judgment. Do I think there are many unremoved injustices in India? Yes. Have some of the unremoved injustices been tackled reasonably well? I would say yes. There have been changes. The percentage of illiteracy has gone down. That’s one way of putting it. But the percentage of illiteracy is still unacceptably high. That’s also true. So the overall judgment is far less interesting than the detailed assessment of what the society is like. More:

The plagiarism of A. Q. Khan, “father” of Pakistan’s atom bomb

Fahad Rafique Dogar, PhD student, Carnegie Mellon University, US, in Pakistan’s The News (via 3quarksdaily):

This is with reference to Dr A Q Khan’s column “Science of computers – part I” which appeared in your pages on Aug 19.

1. Dr Khan writes: “The computer is an essential part of 21st century life. Computer science is a fast-moving subject that gives rise to a range of interesting and often challenging problems. The implementation of today’s complex computer systems requires the skills of a knowledgeable and versatile computer scientist. Artificial intelligence – the study of intelligent behaviour – is having an increasing reference on computer system design. Distributed systems, networks and the internet are now central to the study of computing, presenting both technical and social challenges.”

Now compare this to the first paragraph of Undergraduate Prospectus 2009, University of Sussex (www.sussex.ac.uk/units/publications/ugrad2009/subjects/computing):

“Computing is an essential part of 21st-century life, and is an exceptionally fast-moving subject that gives rise to a range of interesting and challenging problems. The implementation of today’s complex computing systems, networks and multimedia systems requires the skills of knowledgeable and versatile computer scientists. Computer networks and the internet are now central to the study of computing and information technology, presenting both technical and social challenges. Artificial intelligence (AI) – the study of intelligent behaviour – is having an increasing influence on computer system design.” More:

Click here for AQ Khan’s article in The News.

Bollywood musical Wuthering Heights

Emily Brontë’s only novel — the tale of the tempestuous love affair between Heathcliff and Catherine — has been turned into a Bollywood musical for stage by the British theatre company Tamasha.

How Ted Kennedy helped create Bangladesh

Ted Kennedy in Dhaka in 1972

Ted Kennedy in Dhaka in 1972

Joshua Keating at Foreign Policy:

In 1971, the government of Pakistan, with the support of the Nixon administration, sent troops into what was then called East Pakistan, in order to contain a secessionist movement. This created a massive refugee crisis as millions streamed across the border to India.

Although the situation got little coverage in the United States, Kennedy, who had a lifelong interest in refugee issues and was eyeing a run against Nixon, traveled to inspect the situation:

“On his return, he issued a scathing report to the Senate Judiciary Committee on Refugees. The report, “Crisis in South Asia,” spoke of “one of the most appalling tides of human misery in modern times.”

“Nothing is more clear, or more easily documented, than the systematic campaign of terror — and its genocidal consequences — launched by the Pakistani army on the night of March 25th,” he wrote.

“All of this has been officially sanctioned, ordered and implemented under martial law from Islamabad. America’s heavy support of Islamabad is nothing short of complicity in the human and political tragedy of East Bengal.” More:

[Photo: Ted Kennedy in Dhaka in 1972. From Flickr user faria! via Foreign Policy]

In Bangladesh, Ted Kennedy revered

From CNN:

ted_kennedyIt may have started as a politically prudent move by a Democratic senator eyeing the White House during a Republican regime. But Kennedy stood up to the Nixon administration in 1971 and alerted the world to the bloodshed that was engulfing then-East Pakistan.

“In 1971, there were very few leaders from the so-called free world who were paying any attention to what was going on in Bangladesh. And for Ted Kennedy to come forward and to personally visit, the impact was huge,” said Akku Chowdhury, founder and director of Bangladesh’s Liberation War Museum.

“And that’s one thing Bangladeshis have always remembered.”

At the time, the U.S. policy — directed by President Richard Nixon and his National Security Adviser Henry Kissinger — was to resolutely support Pakistan, from which Bangladesh was trying to secede. More:

[Photo: www.kennedy.state.gov]

Dylan’s Toasted and Roasted Coffee House

Laurel Tuohy at the Indian Tube:

cookieI heard about Dylan’s long before I ever got to Manali.

As a friend waited to board his bus for the famed mountain town, he called out in lieu of goodbye: “When you get to Manali, find me at Dylan’s.” “What’s that?” I yelled back. “It’s the coffeeshop that everyone goes to,” came the reply from his retreating bus. I didn’t make it to Dylan’s on my first day in Manali but on my second I met two sweet Israeli girls. They had specifically planned to be in Manali on that day so that they could break a religious fast with a very special food – Dylan’s tomato soup.

When I overheard a group of tourists raving about the warm chocolate chip cookies at the coffeehouse I knew I had to go there – pronto.
Dylan’s Toasted and Roasted Coffeehouse serves up much more than lovely lattes and comforting cappuccinos. It is owner Raj ‘Dylan’ Nalwa’s opinion that “a place can have good coffee but no spirit,” so he tries to imbue his shops – he has another in Arambol, Goa – with lots of good vibes. The waiters are always smiling, customers can sit and chat as long as they want and can watch movies in the back room.

A bit of a coffee philosopher, Nalwa said, “the environment that you create is the spirit that you create. It’s the coffee but it’s not just the coffee; it’s your relationship with people that matters.” More:

http://www.dylanscoffee.com/

Message to Muslim world gets a critique

From the New York Times:

The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff has written a searing critique of government efforts at “strategic communication” with the Muslim world, saying that no amount of public relations will establish credibility if American behavior overseas is perceived as arrogant, uncaring or insulting.

The critique by the chairman, Adm. Mike Mullen, comes as the United States is widely believed to be losing ground in the war of ideas against extremist Islamist ideology. The issue is particularly relevant as the Obama administration orders fresh efforts to counter militant propaganda, part of its broader strategy to defeat the Taliban and Al Qaeda in Afghanistan and Pakistan. More:

Video that reveals truth of Sri Lankan ‘war crimes’

Andrew Buncombe in the Independent:

The naked man, his hands bound behind his back, is pushed to the ground. Then a man in military uniform delivers a forceful kick to the back of the prisoner’s head with the heel of his boot. As the prisoner slumps forward, another soldier points his automatic weapon and fires a single shot. The man’s body jolts. “It’s like he jumped,” laughs one of the giggling soldiers.

As gunfire rattles, the camera pans left to reveal a further seven bloodstained bodies, all handcuffed and bound, and – with one exception – similarly naked, strewn on the ground. The camera then pans right again, as another naked man is forced to the ground and shot in the back of the head. This time the body falls backwards.

These scenes, captured on video, allegedly show extra-judicial killings of Tamils by Sri Lankan troops earlier this year in the bitter and bloody endgame of the country’s civil war. As government forces made a decisive thrust into the stronghold of rebel forces to end the decades-long conflict, a Sri Lankan soldier apparently took this footage, which was then smuggled out of the country by activists. It may constitute the first hard evidence for those who believe war crimes were committed in the effort to crush the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE). The significance of this footage – particularly shocking for the seemingly casual way in which the killings were carried out – is even greater given the way that journalists and independent observers were prevented by the government from reaching the war zone. The UN has estimated that 10,000 civilians were killed in what was, in effect, a war with no outside witnesses. More:

Hollywood challenges Bollywood

Emily Wax from Mumbai in the Washington Post:

For years, Indian producers have paid Hollywood the ultimate compliment: knocking off American films scene-for-scene and turning them into Bollywood blockbusters.

Now, Hollywood is paying Bollywood a compliment of its own. Instead of ignoring the plagiarism, American moviemakers have begun suing their counterparts in India, a sure sign that this country’s booming, $2.2 billion-a-year film industry has arrived as a global player.

“This is all a long time coming. It means India is no longer some country in the boondocks where no one cares what’s going on,” said Anupama Chopra, a film critic in Mumbai, formerly known as Bombay, which accounts for the B in Bollywood. “Personally, I am really glad. It got to the point where I said to one director, ‘Where is your artistic skill?’ And he looked right at me and said: ‘My skill is knowing what to steal.’ “

Last week, 20th Century Fox accepted a $200,000 settlement from the Bollywood film producer it accused of copying its 1992 Oscar-winning comedy “My Cousin Vinny,” better known here by its Bollywood version, “Banda Yeh Bindaas Hai,” or “This Guy Is Fearless.” More:

A matrimonial site for transsexuals

From the Times of India:

Kalki Subramanian is young, liberated and looking for an Indian man who is loving, compassionate, educated. Oh, and one more thing – he should be OK with marrying a transsexual.

But Kalki isn’t leaving her hopes for a suitable boy to destiny. The founder-director of the Sahodari foundation, that works for transgenders, is setting up a matrimonial website for transsexual women – the first of its kind in the world.

With the Internet matchmaking portal, to be launched on Thursday, she also hopes to create a debate about the issues of matrimony and adoption for transgenders. “There has to be legal clarity for transsexuals to live a better life. We have been discriminated against and exploited for very long”, she says.

Unlike, other dating services in the world, where transgenders are set up with other transgenders, www.thirunangai.net will give transsexual women a chance to find a man of their dreams. Thirunangai, incidentally, means respectable woman in Tamil.

In a country where the boundaries of sexual tolerance are shifting daily “especially after the Delhi HC has decriminalized homosexuality – there’s a thin line between acceptability and discrimination as far as transgenders are concerned. Hijras supposedly have a sanctioned place in Indian society with more than 4,00 years of recorded history. But the estimated 2,00,000 members of the community face harassment. More:

Baitullah Mehsud

Jason Burke in the Guardian:

Baitullah Mehsud, who has been killed in a missile strike aged 39, was a pure product of the conflicts and associated social upheavals that have changed the frontier zone of north-western Pakistan beyond recognition in recent decades.

Mehsud was born in Bannu, a rough, dusty and poor town on the edge of the semi-autonomous tribal agencies along the border. His family was neither wealthy nor his tribe, the Shabikhel branch of the Mehsud Pashtuns that dominate South Waziristan, prestigious. Little is known about his early life. Like most young men from the area he was educated in a madrasa, one of the free religious schools run by hardline conservative clerics from the local Deobandi school of Islam.

The religious practices of the mountainous North-West Frontier region used to be a mix of conservative revivalism, Sufi-influenced local practices and relatively moderate traditions from the Barelvi school, which predominates in Pakistan’s lowlands, but the rapid expansion of Deobandi madrasas during the war against the Soviets in Afghanistan during the 1980s allowed the newer, conservative strand to eradicate any competitors almost entirely. With the expansion of the madrasas came the creation of Deobandi religious political parties and armed militias, some sponsored by the Pakistani state. More:

A hapless South Asian and his American border-buddies

Ruchir Joshi in The Telegraph:

All the other passengers have gone, passed through immigration and customs without incident, but two US customs officers have taken the young South Asian man to one side. They make him open his suitcase, they make him take everything out and they spread it across the inspection table like entrails from a dead patient. As they feel through the man’s possessions they grill him, one officer passing the ball to the other, interrupting each other sometimes, interrupting the passenger often, changing tack, moving through different gears of aggression and insult. The young man is nervous, eager to go out and meet his girlfriend who he has no doubt is now waiting for him with growing anxiety. At some point one of the officers asks the man what he does and he replies that he is a freelance journalist. The officer picks up a new diary the man has bought in London, during his stop-over. “Journalist, hunh?”, “Yes, freelance.” The Boston Irishman fingers the obviously fresh diary. “So, is this for your thoughts? Can I read through this?” The fact that the dairy has only one paragraph of very personal writing jotted during the flight from London makes the Asian man go cold. But then the sneer loading the word ‘thoughts’ makes the man’s blood boil. “Sure.” He shrugs. “Whatever.” The customs guys don’t like this change of tone and they ignore the diary and ask the man to come to a separate room.

Inside the room, one of the officers lights up a cigarette and the man is grilled again, asked repeatedly whether he has any connection to the smuggling of drugs, whether he has any sort of illicit connections in the US at all. On the table in the interrogation room there is an unopened pack of surgical gloves; throughout the questioning there is a clear threat of an anal examination. Unsaid, but clearly stated is this: “Not only will you answer our questions but you will be polite to the point of servility unless you want to provoke us further.” Genetically unwise, the brown man stays with his seething anger but somehow keeps his English clean and crisp. Later, he will realize that his ‘Indian’ accent had a double function: that of provoking the hard-wired ire of working-class American Irish against anything remotely ‘English’ and ‘posh’, while simultaneously saving him from a ‘search with extreme prejudice’. The officers make the man take off his sneakers, one of them desultorily kicks the shoes over with his boot to see if they are loaded with contraband, but they stop at that. Clearly this passenger is less than slim pickings but they’ve met their quota of people examined. Their afternoon coffee-break beckoning, the Uniforms ask the man to pack his bag and be on his way. As the Asian guy stumbles off with his suitcase, he feels like a stick of sugar-cane that’s been put through the wringer. From behind him, one of the officers jovially calls out: “Welcome to the United States!” More:

Dial ‘M’ for ‘Mackerel’

Can a new mobile phone service in rural India help promote economic empowerment? From Wall Street Journal:

It’s easy to see why the fishermen of the southern Indian state of Kerala captured the attention of a Harvard economist when they began using mobile phones a few years ago to track prices in the markets where they sold their catch of the day. Observing how these devices can be used to promote economic growth, Robert Jensen wrote in a 2007 paper titled, “The Visible Hand(set): Mobile Phones and Market Performance in South Indian Fisheries — The Micro and Mackerel Economics of Information,” that “before mobile phones, deciding which [market] would offer the best price was sheer guesswork.” With mobile phones, however, suddenly it became an information-based decision. What’s more, noted Jensen (who is currently at Brown University in Rhode Island), “it’s not a zero-sum trade-off.” The fishermen’s customers benefitted from lower prices and greater choice, and there was less waste since the fishermen could easily identify the villages that would have the greatest demand for their fish each day.

Now Jensen’s “visible handset” is reaching further into rural India. Following a nationwide launch this summer of Nokia Life Tools (NLT), India’s farmers can use their mobile phones to access tailored information to help them grow, harvest and sell their crops and manage their livestock. “There is no reason why farmers should not be as successful as fishermen,” says Ravi Bapna, associate professor of information systems at the Carlson School of Management in Minnesota and executive director of the Centre for Information Technology and the Networked Economy at Hyderabad-based Indian School of Business (ISB).

Consider Ravindra Shinde, a farmer in Magardhokada, a village in the Nagpur district of Maharashtra. When he recently harvested 125 quintal (a quintal is 100 kilograms) of soybeans and was about to take the crop to market, the price was $32 a quintal. But then he received a message on his handset that soybean production in the U.S. and Argentina had fallen, so he held back and later sold his crop for $48 a quintal. More:

Waiting for reincarnation at a spiritual birthplace

Some speculate that the birthplace of an especially immortalized Dalai Lama of centuries past may be where the next Dalai Lama comes from. Edward Wong in the New York Times:

Urgelling Monastery, Arunachal Pradesh, India, the birthplace of the Sixth Dalai Lama

Urgelling Monastery, Arunachal Pradesh, India, the birthplace of the Sixth Dalai Lama

Urgelling, India – He drank wine, cavorted with women and wrote poetry that spoke of life’s earthly pleasures.

He was the Sixth Dalai Lama, the spiritual leader of the Tibetans and reincarnation of Chenrezig, a deity embodying compassion.

He would sneak out of the Potala Palace in the heart of Lhasa, the Tibetan capital, for midnight trysts. He renounced his monastic vows in the middle of his stewardship of Tibet. He was later kidnapped by Mongolian warriors allied to the Manchu Chinese court and died in captivity about three centuries ago at the age of 33 – or so one story goes. Another tells of his winning his freedom and wandering the Tibetan lands as an ascetic.

So goes the legend of Tsangyang Gyamtso, one of the most popular historical figures among Tibetans and the most colorful of the long line of Dalai Lamas. His poetry is among the most iconic in Tibetan literature. More:

[Image: Map / NYT; Monastery: Brahmaputra Tours]

In India, women see boxing as a way up

Somini Sengupta from Trivandrum in the New York Times:

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Mangte Chungneijang Merykom

The girls punched hard.

From across India they came to this big, steamy government-run gym. Before entering the boxing ring, they bowed their heads to the floor, as though entering a temple. A sweet-shop owner’s daughter let loose a right hook. A construction worker’s daughter leaned against the rope, streams of sweat dripping from her face. Bouncing, ducking, like a grasshopper on speed, was a short girl from Calcutta with close-set eyes; she had forsaken her sister’s wedding for a chance to come here and fight. The thud of glove against glove echoed against the cavernous walls.

In a country with numerous obstacles for them, young women are gearing up to punch in the big league.

The International Olympic Committee earlier this month announced the entry of women’s boxing in the 2012 London Games. India was among the countries pushing to break the gender bar.

“This is my dream come true,” Mangte Chungneijang Merykom, 27, India’s most acclaimed boxer, better known as Mary Kom, said this week. More:

The China-India rivalry: Watching the border

Ishaan Tharoor in Time:

It’s a sign of how delicate feelings are between Asia’s two rising powers that an obscure blog post can cause an international incident. Just recently, Indian newspapers circulated the incendiary comments of an essay published on a nationalist Chinese website. The essay – authored under the pen name Zhanlue, or “strategy” in Mandarin – suggested that it was in Beijing’s interest to support insurgencies on India’s borderlands that could eventually dismember the diverse Indian federal state. The uproar in India over this provocation forced officials in New Delhi to respond, saying that “the article in question … does not accord with the official state position of China on India-China relations.” That bland assertion, though, does little to stanch a lingering anxiety, particularly in India, that tensions between the two giants will inexorably come to a tipping point. “There cannot be two suns in the sky,” warns Zhanlue’s post.

The hubbub over the essay came at a moment when Indian and Chinese officials were engaged in a round of largely futile talks over long-standing disputes along their mountainous 1,060-mile (1,700 km) border. A war fought between the two countries in 1962 was brief, but its legacy remains rancorous, with both New Delhi and Beijing claiming chunks of land now patrolled by the other’s troops. Though sparsely populated, the contested territories, from a sliver of Kashmir to the entirety of Arunachal Pradesh, a northeastern state in India that China imagines is part of Tibet, are heavily militarized. More:

The Humanists: Satyajit Ray’s Apu trilogy (1955-1959)

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Colin Marshall at 3quarksdaily:

Where Apurba Kumar Roy goes, so goes death. As well as we know the events of the films that chronicle his life, what mid-1950s viewer could have predicted that the wide-eyed, bobble-headed tot introduced in the first would, by the third’s end, have seen off nearly his every family member? Perhaps readers of Pather Panchali, Bibhutibhusan Bandopadhyay’s classic piece of Indian literature, had some idea. But while that particular bildungsroman’s fame remains Subcontinental, the trilogy that Satyajit Ray grew from its seed stands tall and proud over all the world ’s cinema culture.

You can see this in the name-dropping alone. A range of filmmakers as diverse in aesthetic and sensibility as Abbas Kiarostami, Wes Anderson, Carlos Saura and Danny Boyle profess to have learned much from the films. Even François Truffaut, who at first expressed displeasure at the mere idea of watching “a movie of peasants eating with their hands,” eventually admitted its influence. Top accolades have poured in from such authoritative organs of cultural journalism as Sight & Sound, The Village Voice, the New York Times and Rolling Stone. And can the creators of The Simpsons have dubbed Springfield’s beloved Kwik-E-Mart clerk “Apu,” the nickname that gives the films their collective title, coincidentally? More:

Indian supermodel in ugly row

From the Guardian:

ujjwala_rautShe was India’s first supermodel, sashaying down runways with Naomi Campbell. He was a film producer and buddy of Guy Ritchie. They met on a blind date in Paris.

But what began nine years ago as a “mad affair” has descended into a vicious fight through India’s labyrinthine legal system over property and a child – filling the Delhi papers with a tale about the fickleness of family, fame and fortune.

It was not meant to be like this. The 31-year-old catwalk queen Ujjwala Raut and her British businessman husband Maxwell Sterry, 47, were once the toast of New York’s fashion scene – they married in David Bowie’s Manhattan apartment with the pop star’s model wife Iman overseeing the nuptials five years ago.

But, up until recently, the couple parried accusations of violence, kidnapping and of even using political influence to bend the rules. Until late tonight it appeared Ujjwala had all but triumphed. More:

And in the Independent:

Mr Sterry’s lawyer will argue his case before the country’s Supreme Court, claiming that Ms Raut has used her “powerful connections” to have his client’s visa quashed and separate him from their young daughter. “My wife being an extremely influential and powerful person has tried to create havoc in my life by initiating false complaints,” Mr Sterry, 47, was quoted as saying. More:

[Photo: Ujjwala Raut on the cover of Elle India, December 2006]

Forget internet dating, this is online matchmaking

From the Guardian:

shaadi-logoJayasree Sen Gupta wanted to get married. In her mid-30s but living on her own in Leeds, she rarely met suitable men. She knew her ideal man would, like her, have an Indian heritage and, also like her, be a music lover. But how to find him? In the past Gupta may have left that question to her mother and father, settling for an arranged marriage and, possibly, a life empty of love and filled with unhappiness. But her parents live in India, and she was not keen to emulate her friends by trawling the bars and clubs of the city in search of her elusive Mr Right. So, in May 2007, Gupta signed up with Shaadi.com. While internet dating is commonplace, Shaadi.com is a more serious proposition; one of the most successful matrimonial websites and increasingly popular with Asians looking for a life partner.

When she wrote her profile, Gupta was very clear about the type of man she was looking for – from the qualifications she expected him to have, to the enthusiasms she wanted him to share. “I’m a musician, so the man I was looking for had to share my passion”, says Gupta. “I didn’t want someone who just did a nine-to-five job.” Among the hundreds of responses was one from Sanjoy Dey, who read her profile at his home in Calcutta. “When we started emailing I found he was a composer and singer,” Gupta recalls. “So that was how it started and it went on very quickly.” The couple spoke on the phone for the first time on 10 August when Dey asked Gupta to sing a song for him down the line. Duly impressed, he left India the following month for Leeds. They were married five months later. “Without a website like Shaadi.com there is no way I would ever have met my Sanjoy,” says Gupta, “and he is without doubt my soulmate.” More:

Could Afghanistan become Obama’s Vietnam?

Peter Baker in the New York Times:

Washington: President Obama had not even taken office before supporters were etching his likeness onto Mount Rushmore as another Abraham Lincoln or the second coming of Franklin D. Roosevelt.

Yet what if they got the wrong predecessor? What if Mr. Obama is fated to be another Lyndon B. Johnson instead?

To be sure, such historical analogies are overly simplistic and fatally flawed, if only because each presidency is distinct in its own way. But the L.B.J. model – a president who aspired to reshape America at home while fighting a losing war abroad – is one that haunts Mr. Obama’s White House as it seeks to salvage Afghanistan while enacting an expansive domestic program.

In this summer of discontent for Mr. Obama, as the heady early days give way to the grinding battle for elusive goals, he looks ahead to an uncertain future not only for his legislative agenda but for what has indisputably become his war. Last week’s elections in Afghanistan played out at the same time as the debate over health care heated up in Washington, producing one of those split-screen moments that could not help but remind some of Mr. Johnson’s struggles to build a Great Society while fighting in Vietnam. More:

Obituary: Gayatri Devi, Maharani of Jaipur

From the Economist:

gayatri-deviTHOUGH India has not been ruled by princes for many decades, it is not hard to find princesses about the place. Bollywood stars, for example, in sheaths, shades and bling, whose every move and change of wardrobe is recorded in flashy magazines; fashionistas, aping Kareena’s T-shirt or Priyanka’s bobbed hair, who spend their afternoons eating ice cream in Delhi’s malls; and the VIPs, or VVIPs, who force their cars through the traffic with horns blaring, and who refuse the indignity of being searched at airports.

In contrast to these one may sometimes find, at high tea at the Delhi Polo Club or in the lounge of the Taj hotel, the genuine article. Gayatri Devi was among the most famous of these. Her beauty was astonishing, praised by Clark Gable, Cecil Beaton and Vogue, but liner or lipstick had nothing to do with it. She had a maharani’s natural poise and restraint. From her grandmother, she had learned that emeralds looked better with pink saris rather than green. From her mother, she knew not to wear diamond-drop earrings at cocktail parties. A simple strand of pearls, a sari in pastel chiffon and dainty silk slippers were all that was required. The fact that she looked equally good in slacks, posing by one of the 27 tigers she personally eliminated, or perched, smoking, on an elephant, merely underlined the point. She was a princess, and a princess could make Jackie Kennedy appear almost a frump. More:

Unshakable faith

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The Mumbai terrorist attacks killed two pilgrims from Virginia, but not their companions’ belief that everything, and everyone, is connected. April Witt in the Washington Post:

Naomi bent over the exotic, blood-red flower blossoms that flourished in the ashram garden and breathed in. It was a delicious moment of perfect peace: Naomi Scherr, just 13 years old, her shoulder-length strawberry-hued hair damp from the Indian heat, her face full of wonder at the beauty of a world she was just discovering. It was the afternoon of Wednesday, Nov. 26, 2008.

Lingering in a sacred garden on the outskirts of the busy Indian port city of Mumbai was just one more blissful interlude on the 10th day of what had been a joyous spiritual journey for Naomi, her father, Alan Scherr, 58, and 23 fellow pilgrims with an international meditation group based in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Inside the ashram, young monks chanted hauntingly beautiful prayers in Sanskrit for the spiritual tour group from the Synchronicity Foundation. “It was heaven,” recalled Helen Connolly, a yoga teacher from Toronto who was Naomi’s roommate on the trip. Afterward, as their giant tour bus threaded past the tiny motorcycle taxis called tuk-tuks that clog Mumbai’s streets, Helen had the dreamy sense of being inside an orca as it swam through schools of minnows.

Later that evening, in a rented hall in downtown Mumbai, the pilgrims sat meditating with the America guru who had led them to India: Master Charles Cannon. Indian locals wandered in to join them and greet the visiting guru, a trim, quietly charismatic 63-year-old mystic with a down-to-earth manner. Master Charles teaches a holistic view of the universe in which everyone and everything — sunlight and shadow — are one unified consciousness; and in which the events of this world, whatever they may be, are somehow meant to be. As Master Charles brought this night’s session to a close, pilgrims and locals spilled onto the dark streets, still relishing the blissed-out, almost opiated state that some longtime meditation practitioners achieve. Master Charles, however, sensed shadow. As the guru and his followers made their own way back to their five-star hotel, the Oberoi, Master Charles had the incongruous sense that something was about to happen. Be alert, he thought: Ah, it’s very close.

Four days earlier, on the morning of Saturday, Nov. 22, a small boat launched from the Pakistani coastal city of Karachi. Its passengers were 10 young men who had spent months training for this moment. Each carried a large rucksack stocked with Kalashnikov ammunition, two 9mm pistols, hand grenades, an Improvised Explosive Device and a cellphone. The young men, terrorists recruited from across Pakistan, journeyed into the Arabian Sea. They were headed more than 500 nautical miles south — to Mumbai. More:

And they didn’t return

India’s Kullu valley, also known as the valley of the gods, is a favourite with backpackers and trekkers. But over the last few years several foreign tourists have mysteriously disappeared or have been found dead. From the Indian Express:

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On July 21 this year, Amichai Steinmetz checked out of the guesthouse in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh, where he had been staying. Amichai, who holds both US and Israeli passports, and his Israeli friend were to go trekking from Khirganga, a hamlet in Parvati valley of Kullu, to the forests of Bunbuni. According to Amichai’s friend, they separated soon after they began, agreeing to reach Bunbuni from different routes, and planned to meet again in Khirganga the same evening. Amichai never returned. His friend says he didn’t meet him at Bunbuni either.

On Monday, August 17, a US Embassy team arrived from New Delhi to meet K.K. Indoria, Superintendent of Police, Kullu. The team, which included an officer of the diplomatic security service of the US Department of State, had come to inquire about the Amichai case.

Twenty-four-year-old Amichai is the 19th foreign tourist to have gone missing in Kullu (mostly from Parvati valley) since 1992. That’s an unsettling statistic for a tourist haven that is called the ‘Valley of Gods’, whose valleys and ridges offer a favourite setting for trekkers and tourists. Apart from the list of missing foreigners, official government records say 57 foreigners have died in the region between 1998 and 2009. Most of these deaths are attributed to accidents or drug overdose. But there have been murders too. Like that of Martin Young, a British national who died in a murderous assault in 2000. Similarly, Alessandra Verdi’s death in 2001 was described as murder. The Italian tourist’s body was recovered from the Parvati river bank. More:

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Yesterday once more at Trincas

In its 50th year, Mint-Lounge revisits this Kolkata institution with Usha Uthup, who found flame here:

There are Park Street old-timers who maintain that Trincas existed as an unassuming corner deli before the 50 years that the restaurant is currently commemorating. But all agree that it is only in these five decades that Trincas-under the stewardship of two friends, Ellis Joshua and Om Prakash Puri (the Puris continue to run it)-became the original home of live pop music in India, only to fall from grace when the Naxalite movement, the exodus of corporate houses and the Anglo-Indian community from the city, a higher entertainment tax regime and changing cultural morality teamed up to dent its fortunes. “But we never stopped having live music here,” says Shashi Puri who, along with her husband Deepak and son Anand, runs Trincas these days. “Not even for a single day over all these years,” she reiterates.

“Molly was a black beauty from the Middle-East”, J.L. Wadehra, the 69-year-old general manager of Trincas, muses. “And when she sang, there used to be a queue outside the restaurant.” Since 1961, when Molly became Trincas’ first pop performer and its first star, the restaurant has seen a long list of bands and performers stopping by-somebody such as Biddu Appaiah, before he and Carl Douglas became famous with the international smash hit Kung Fu Fighting and much before Disco Deewane and Made In Indiahappened, even taking a cut on his professional fee to perform seven-eight months at Trincas, according to Wadehra. “Some years back, he came back with a troupe from the UK to film at Trincas, where he had started his career with the band Trojans and later as the Lone Trojan,” recalls Wadehra. More:

The battle of the maestros

A new biography of film-maker Mrinal Sen ['Mrinal Sen - Sixty Years in Search of Cinema,' Harper Collins, India] recounts the love-hate relationship between Sen and his contemporary Satyajit Ray. From Mint Lounge:

mrinal_senFilm buffs of Calcutta often comment that there are only two common factors between Ray and Sen-their height and complexion. Their environments could not have been more different. Sen comes from an average middle-class family uprooted from Bangladesh, while Ray is a blue-blooded Calcuttan, representing one of the most cultured and aristocratic families of the metropolis. Sen studied science while Ray, after an initial grounding in economics, switched to fine arts. As a film-maker also, Ray belonged to the Hollywood school-a fact which he proudly proclaimed almost till his last breath-while Sen picked up his craft from European cinema.

Ray has always been a traditionalist while Sen is an eternal maverick, who refuses to conform to any norm. Ray is a master of literary narrative, while Sen’s strength lies in episodic structure. As sensitive artists, both have been influenced by contemporary events and trends, but the end-products have been totally different-like Punashca and Mahanagar. More:

Zoroastrians launch ‘Facebook for Parsees’

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Rhys Blakely from Mumbai in the Times:

During their brief history, social networking websites have united millions of long-lost school friends and diverted millions of office workers from, well, working.

But can one save a 3,500-year-old religion on the brink of extinction?

Zoroastrianism, whose fire-worshipping followers subscribe to the teachings of the prophet Zoroaster, is possibly the world’s wealthiest and most influential faith, but it faces a crisis. Its bachelors tend to marry late, if at all, while women who marry outside the community are excommunicated. As a result, there are only 120,000 Zoroastrians left, a third of whom are over 60. A dwindling birthrate has raised fears that adherents – known as Parsees in India, the religion’s main stronghold – are dying out.

They hope that the key to survival is a website designed to create a database of its young that will encourage them to intermarry. It is being billed as a kind of “Facebook for Parsees” that will place a heavy emphasis on matrimonial matters. More:

Filming the real Slumdog Millionaire

Sourav Sarangi recently won eight international awards for his documentary film Bilal, which tells the story of a five-year-old boy who looks after his blind parents in a cramped hut in a poor district of Kolkata. The film-maker describes the journey he and the family have taken with the documentary (watch trailer below). From the Guardian:

I first met Bilal when he was only eight months old. His head was wrapped in bandages after an accident and he was lying on a cot next to my wife. His mother, who was blind, was clinging on to him. After attending to my wife, who had been hospitalised, I looked at the baby. He seemed to smile at me and seemed to nudge his mother as if, in a silent communion in a dark world, he was trying to tell her to talk to me. I was convinced about that. At that point in time, Bilal the film was born.

My friendship with the family grew. As I saw him grow up, what struck me about Bilal was his common sense. Even when he was three years old, the time when we launched the film, he was wise and that is the word I would like to use when describing this remarkable boy.

His Muslim father, Shamim, also blind, had married Jharna, a Hindu who changed her name to Humera Begum after the wedding. That in itself is quite unusual among the poorer communities in India – a Hindu woman marrying a Muslim man and then changing her religion.

Shamim himself is quite a man. He runs a portable phone call centre and, before this film was made, he used to carry a telephone to one of the busiest traffic intersections in Kolkata and sit on the pavement with a table. He has a photographic memory. Even now, he can rattle off 10-digit telephone numbers I told him six months back simply from memory. I am still amazed by this man. More:

See also: http://www.bilal.in/