I think Mother Earth likes to flaunt her beauty once in a while...to tell us that she's very much alive. You had to be there to experience her majestic beauty...
I remember as a child, getting this pamphlet at our home once, urging people to buy swadeshi stuff. I laughed at the prospect, dismissing swadeshi stuff as substandard…Imported was always better. I also remember the time when Chinese goods started to trickle into the Indian market…it started with Chinese made Diwali decorations…strands of musical lights that we proudly displayed at our home…then came the flood of Chinese toys, furniture… and now almost every thing you wear, use or eat is made in China. It’s true that the world has shifted its polluting manufacturing industry to China , which is good for the rest of us. But is it really? Not only the job losses, but also the toxic imports from China are becoming lethal in some cases. The toy recall, then the pet food recall, the baby food recall…you name it, and you will see a China link…At least the United States has a way to monitor and recall the products deemed harmful for their people, but I wonder if any body really cares in Indi...
Original posting date: July 15, 2009 Going home is a highpoint for me. The moment the airplane lands at Mumbai airport, the stench in the air declares… “Welcome home!” I must say, it’s the sweetest smell for me, especially when I visit home like once in two years. The moment I leave the quiet enclosure of the aircraft, it seems like I am being sucked into a parallel universe…the sound, the smell, the hubbub of life and people is just overwhelming. My brain just explodes, trying to keep up with and comprehend the shock of stepping into a world of intense activity. Living in the US robs you of all the stimuli that life in India comes with. I cannot even begin to narrate what a regular day in India may come with. The ‘morning raagas’ consist of shrieks and shouts of children going to school; the vegetable vendors shouting on the top of their voices, trying to get a good start to a business day; the milkman delivering the milk so fast that you wonder how many houses he serves ...
Original posting date: June 30, 2009 A freaky thing has been happening to me lately…as my husband says, “it seems like every new person you meet is connected to you”. I end up invariably finding someone in common with random people these days. This has been happening since I moved here to the States five years ago. Back home, I never really cared who was related to whom or who we knew in common. My parents on the other hand found it as a great conversation piece when someone new came over…try to find out relatives and friends in common…and I couldn’t even keep a track of who’s husband’s aunt’s sister-in-law’s daughter they were talking about!! There’s a theory to explain this phenomenon and it’s called ‘six degrees of separation’. The theory is that everybody in the world is connected to every other person through five other people (at the max.) in common, i.e. six links…Hence the six degrees of separation! Here’s the Wikipedia page if you want to learn more http://en.wiki...
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