And the NEXT GENERATION arrivesâ€¦.on time, hale and hearty and beautiful beyond dreams.
Congrats to Menu and Shovir, and of course the grandparents, aunts and uncle on each side of the Irani and Wadia families.
Being the first grandchild on both sides of the family, is a big honour and responsibility. And of course getting spoilt rotten by all, especially by me.
Canâ€™t wait to meet up, but till then WELCOME BABY !! The world just became an even better place with your arrival !
A very well articulated piece by Urvashi Butalia about the sense of entitlement that wealthy Indians seem to have. Empathy for those who are below oneself on the economic ladder is an alien concept in India.
One thinks nothing of spending 10,000 Rs at a dinner at Hakkasan, but baulks when the driver asks for a 1000 Rs raise on his 8,000 Rs a month salary. Never mind that the driver will wait till midnight for you to finish your meal and then head home by bus. And return the next morning to make sure that the kids are dropped off to school by 8 AM.
Indiaâ€™s elites have a ferocious sense of entitlement
The studies in the US speak of the â€˜culture of takingâ€™ that comes with privilege. So, for example, the better-off person is more likely to take sweets meant for a child than a less well-off person. If you replace sweets with money, youâ€™ll find this is rampant in India. Funds set aside for development schemes that are supposed to help the poor, are frequently siphoned off by the rich. Land that belongs to the poor â€“ including adivasis â€“ is taken for setting up factories (the Nano plant, for example) without compensation ever being paid.
Why do those who have so much want more? Why do they behave so badly towards their fellow human beings, and why is their behaviour so widely accepted as â€˜naturalâ€™? Perhaps the day is not far off when we, in what are known now as emerging economies, will start to look for answers to these questions.
Full article here.
The text of President Obamaâ€™s acceptance speech:
Tonight, more than 200 years after a former colony won the right to determine its own destiny, the task of perfecting our union moves forward.
The 25th Annual Diwali Mela NYC 2012 is scheduled this Sunday
Date: Sunday October 7. 2012
Venue: South Street Seaport, NYC. [Google Maps]
Time 12noon to 8 pm.
To Book Stall, Advertise and Other Support please click here
In another ridiculous move by Google to appease some governments, Google has removed the name Persian Gulf from its Google Maps site. There has been a long standing dispute where surrounding countries want to call it the Gulf of Arabia or the Arabian Gulf.
Googleâ€™s solution in trying to appease to everyone is to remove the name totally.
The channel of water has been called Persian Gulf for millenia, much before the idea or notion of an Arab entity even existed.
The direct link to Google Maps: http://g.co/maps/2s5rd
Here is a BBC Persian report of this same issue: http://www.bbc.co.uk/persian/iran/2012/05/120504_l51_persian_gulf_google_maps.shtml
A milestone day for India. One of the greatest batsmen of this generation retires today. Well played Dravid. Thanks for the entertainment all these years.
More on Dravid.
- One of the great things about Rahul Dravid was how, without being falsely modest, he could leave cricket behind when off the field and connect with the world at a real level
- Eight of Dravid’s best: Rahul Dravid retired from Test and domestic first-class cricket on March 9. We look back at eight of his best Test performances from his 16-year long career
- The Dravidian Era
Men Are Just Happier People
What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack…
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
What is Single Malt?
Single malt is so-called because the malt comes from a single distillery. It is a whisky refined by a single distillery, using malted barley as the only grain ingredient. Each distillery has its own distinct taste, flavour and style and single malts bear that. Some world-renowned single malts are Glenfiddich, Glenmorangie, Glenlivet, Glenkinchie and if you move into the rare varieties, Port Ellen. Enjoying a single malt is a connoissseur’ s job and you have to learn to be one. A single grain, as distinct from a single malt, is a grain whisky made at one distillery, while the single malt is made with barley.
What is Blended Whisky?
Blended whisky is a mixture of single malt whiskys and ethanol derived from grains. Developed for those who could not stommach the strong taste of whisky, it is a combination of malt and grain whiskys. First distilled and bottled by Andrew Usher in Edinburgh in the early 1860s, it turned out to be softer, lighter and more palatable. The character of the whisky is determined not only by the proportions of malt and grain whisky, but also by the ages of the individual whiskies and the manner in which they are combined to bring out the finest qualities in each other. Most whisky drunk across the world is blended whisky. Famous Grouse, Bells, Teacher’s, Whyte & Mackay and Johnnie Walker are a few that are well-known.
What is the difference between Whisky and Whiskey?
Alcohol, malted or not, made from grain which is produced in Scotland is called WHISKY, while it is called WHISKEY if it is produced in USA or Ireland. American whiskey is called Bourbon and is made from grain. Bourbon is at least 51 per cent corn or maize. Scotch whisky is generally double distilled, while Irish whiskey is generally distilled three times. Wheat whisky is the rarest whisky. Rye whiskies are mostly popular within the US. Scotch whisky is whisky that has been distilled and matured in Scotland for at least three hours in oak casks.
On Eastern express highway
Navratan tel in my hair
Warm smell of theplas
rising up in the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My had grew havy, aney, my sight grew dim
It was Hetal ben I was right!
There she stood on the highway
I heard the ringtone bale
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Phalguni Pathak, not Adele
Then she lit up a metch stick and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thote I heard them say…