An Open Letter to the great Jain community


Dear Members of the Jain community,

You people are wonderful, both Digambars and Shvetambars. I respect with all my heart and stomach the Paryushan Parwa, which serves as a cleansing festival for you and purifies you of all the toxins and deficiencies, contrary to the thoughtless food that the rest of the world is consuming.

I have always had a lot of respect for Jains. Many friends of mine over the years who do not eat garlic, ginger, onions and miscellaneous flavorsome vegetables without which I cannot imagine my life. I bow to you folks who lead such a simple life and do not eat any of those. I cringe when I, as a lesser mortal, find myself eating an onion in front of my pure Jain friend or a colleague. I feel totally shamed and humiliated about my existence on earth.

I would like to talk briefly about the meat ban that your community is trying to impose on all of us and which the honorable Supreme Court rejected. I wonder what the court might have thought about issues of freedom to choose what we should eat. I empathize with you people for thinking so much about non-violence and the benefit to humankind. Do not get us wrong. The Supreme Court is a bunch of ordinary mortals who do not understand your feelings and believe that freedom to choose is important for people like us.

This, in no way, affects the greatness that you are trying to project upon us. As I said, people who do not understand that beauty of following the Jain systems of food are ordinary, pithy, stupid, idiotic and non-discerning individuals. We are not up to your level of purification and intelligence. We just do not get it why we should not eat meat when it makes us feel healthy. Even for a few days, it sounds illogical to us because we are used to it. As far as the overall effect of the ban is concerned, there are people who are saying that their livelihood gets affected- people like butchers and meat sellers. They are stupid, too for they do not understand the wonderfully spiritual impact that a few days of restraint could cause on their lives.

Dear great Jain people, please forgive us for not being able to match up to your standards of intellect, spirituality and non-violence. Unfortunately, the very human society functions, some animals exist so that we can eat them and otherwise, there might be no use of such species. I guess.

In order to conclude, I would just like to see your magnanimity of the heart in bearing with us lesser mortals, not just in the case of the meat ban but also in the ordinary course of life.

If you see that, we are eating onions, garlic, or other such violent food, please forgive us.

On behalf of the non-Jains of the world…

A lesser mortal


Intellectual freedom now banned in India. And we are not sorry

Do you see a pattern in the bans they are imposing over the last few months in India?

I do.

Let us look at what is happening. The government owes its roots to the so-called cultural organization- the RSS. Now, as far as economics is concerned, they will leave it to BJP, its political arm and not mess there perhaps because they don’t have the expertise in that area.

However, as far as matters of daily life are concerned-everything is cultural! What we eat, how we behave, how we mingle with each other as people, which religions or castes get prominence and importance in the society-are all matters of importance of the RSS and hence the government.

Look at the meat ban. According to NDTV and other news reports, we are doing this for the Jain festival of fasting. Now, if you are in Mumbai and you are not a Jain, why should you fast? Why, on earth for one day or 2 days or for the Godforsaken 4 days?


The point- the religious views of one community are liable should be respected by the people of the state-no matter what their religious beliefs are. Why?

This means that if you accept this bullshit, then in future, especially if you are an atheist, then you will have to face the prospect of respecting the religious sentiments of Hindus, Muslims (trust me, this will never happen), Christians (this will never happen too) or Sikhs (they are too cool to bother anyone).

See, the point is 80% of this country is Hindu; forget Sakshi Maharaj telling Hindus to have four kids still! Now, since they are the majority, they want to ensure that their views or rather the right word is ‘sentiments’ are respected by the rest of the people.

You live in India. You respect the majority sentiments.

The porn ban did not stay because it is not exactly a religious matter and everyone- no matter what religion- needs porn!

They banned fifty shades of grey for screening. Why? Apparently, because of nudity! Fuck, we are 1.3 billion wasted people. We are not a result of masturbation! Indians are literally screwing each other under the name of arranged marriages to produce useless people who don’t know right from wrong, who cannot be educated and who support the bullshit we face right now because they don’t know better.


I will talk about one more ban- the ban on the documentary, India’s daughter. They banned the movie saying that it was a conspiracy to defame India. Now, we understand that rapes are not only an Indian but also an international problem, but that does not mean there is something wrong with a movie that, with a sincere intent, tries to understand the mind of a rapist. I have no idea why the filmmaker chose to make the film in India and not in her home country but the fact is-she made the film and it was an incisive film-something that nobody attempted before. Every time we run away from the truth, we show nothing but our cowardice.

The others bans, like the ban on cuss words, the ban on partying, chasing Valentine day’s revelers are a matter of academic importance now.

We are supposedly, a free country where we have the right to choose our actions basis our beliefs. Nobody should have the right to tell us what we should do with our lives, as long as we are not affecting someone directly.

The bans are a ban on our freedom, our ability to differentiate right from wrong and a ridiculous imposition of a majoritarian mind-set.

Every time I think about majorities, I think of what Mark Twain said about it:

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.

Thanks for reading.


I have wanted to write this piece for a long time now. I guess it is because of my not so white skin that it took so long to get to writing this.

We, Indians are not fair, which is such a sad, unfortunate thing to happen to anyone, in this world. Why is this unfortunate? Common, you may say, people with white skin are historically more powerful, intelligent and wealthy etc. But, if I may push the question, why is that so? You may say because it is so, because majority of the powerful nations of the world have been historically dominated by people who are white in color.

If you talk about the US, most of the Presidents were white. President Barack Obama is an exception for having become the President of the US and not being fair skinned. Abraham Lincoln wasn’t white too. Did he care?



I will come to the point. It has always been an act of perverted rationale that people with white skin are prettier, more beautiful or superior to people who are not as fair. Who said to start with and why did so many people accept it? It is incredible that the history of the world is replete with examples of racial discrimination against people who are not as fair.

Apartheid is the reason for the whole South African disaster. No doubt: the apartheid policy is responsible for the racial tensions. The black race is excluded from a lot of places, e.g. at the bayside like indicated on this sign-post. (06/23/76)(AP PHOTO)
Apartheid is the reason for the whole South African disaster. No doubt: the apartheid policy is responsible for the racial tensions. The black race is excluded from a lot of places, e.g. at the bayside like indicated on this sign-post. (06/23/76)(AP PHOTO)

Apartheid in South Africa stays as one of the prominent examples where the white minority suppressed and oppressed the black majority for years and years before one man took upon him with his colleagues, friends and supporters in the African National Congress to fight it, till it was abolished.


White people, the ones who started and continue to propagate that white skin is associated with intelligence or beauty are inferior in their minds and dubious in their hearts. It is when people have no other source of expressing their intelligence or lack of it that they resort to superficial attributes like race and the color of the skin to express their so called superiority.



How can the color of somebody’s skin allow a person to reach a higher place than somebody who does not have it by the virtue or the accident of their birth? There is no answer to this question, for the logic is absurd and retarded, even if there is any logic.


Unfortunately, in a country like India, what the celebrities propagate is bought by the gullible and thoughtless masses who think that what they are being told by the rich and powerful must be right. Why do we buy it? Why do we need fair and lovely or fair and handsome? Are we so small in our minds to accept that the color of our skin determines the level of social status that we enjoy in the society we live in? Are we so insecure? If we are, why are we insecure?






Look at Oprah. She has influenced the world for better and she isn’t white. oprah-tour-bio-1-949x534

Back home, there are celebrities who have more depth in their persona than many other celebrities who will sell anything for money, no matter what impact it has on the lives and psychological framework of people who follow them blindly.nandita


White is NOT superior. White is NOT more beautiful.

It is a conspiracy by a bunch of the white skinned people who have no depth in their character or intelligence in their minds that they resort to the color of their skin to tell others that they are special. How terribly stupid and vicious!

Don’t let the color of your skin be the source of your confidence, the expression of your beauty or the worth of your person. Don’t let anybody tell you who you are because of the color of your skin. You race is not you.

It never was. It never will be.

Reflections on age: How old are you ?

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,’ so goes the dictum.


What is age?

I often think about this question. Well, I should, considering my caller tune is ’18 till I die by Bryan Adams’ and I am not 18. I am not 18 by the number of years I have lived. I would like to believe that by my attitude to life, I am 18. I am 34, at the time of writing this.

What does that mean by the way, 18 by attitude to life? I guess it means some of the few things below:

1. To never stop learning new things as long as physical ability doesn’t inhibit
2. To strive for happiness, day after day
3. To never say no to love
4. To never do things or not do them because you are a certain age
5. To dance, run, play just like someone who is excited about what life has to offer

When I was 18, I had no clue what I wanted from life and why I existed. We never really quite close to understanding why we exist. Some of us figure it sometime during the course of our lives and some of us never figure it.

I think it is an important question to think about? I believe that in the Aristotle saying ‘happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.’ You may ask: whose happiness?

Well, like everything in life, happiness begins with us. We can’t share what we haven’t got. Happiness isn’t external. It is an internal phenomenon. Nobody can tell how happy you are. Only you can tell how happy or unhappy you feel inside. You brain or your heart, whatever it is, tells you, if you are happy or not. What if you don’t quite realize the source of your happiness early in life? Does that mean you are doomed to unhappiness for the rest of your life? After all, the pursuit of happiness is a trial and error process.

Let’s come back to age. I think most people compromise with their lives because they have reached a certain age without really figuring what makes them happy. They lead lives of conformity. They try to believe in the collective belief that happiness is getting a job, going to work, getting married and making kids. The curse we face is called collective opinion.

Age doesn’t matter unless you are hale and hearty. If you can maintain your health and keep yourself healthy-mentally and physically, there should be no limits to what you can do with yourself. Eventually, all of us will die, why not die young?

Why should your dreams, ambitions and happiness be caged inside the walls of how old you are? Just because you didn’t realize who you really are earlier, doesn’t mean you should die without having a go at who you really think you are.

Mark Twain said that ‘age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.’

As for me, ’18 till I die.’

Tea or Coffee?

So, what are you-a tea drinker or a coffee drinker?


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I, for one, am a tea drinker. It doesn’t mean I don’t drink coffee. I do once in a while but yeah, that’s it, once in a while. I can live without coffee but I cannot live without tea. Tea is a drug, especially one with ginger and basil leaves.

Coffee is for first dates. It’s a casual drink. It’s when you are in the mood of playful romance and you have no idea if things will mature or not. Of all the coffee chains in India, I think it’s Costa which makes the best hot coffee. Personally, I prefer Costa’s Cappuccino more than the one offered by Starbucks. Cafe Coffee day has a decent frappe but I won’t count on their cappuccino. One goes to either of these outlets, in a mood for coffee and to spend idle time, to chill. Chains like Starbucks have made coffee the drink of romance and catching up.




On the other hand, tea is what Indians lives on. One, it is much cheaper than coffee. Two, the refreshment provided by tea is much more satisfying than the one offered by coffee.

Tea is an adult drink. Coffee is a teenage drink.

The day starts with a steaming cup of tea. It refreshes your mind and makes you feel awake, when you are still not awake. Tea is available at every nook and corner, at least in Delhi and it’s just so easy to find.
The specialty teas that you find in Cafés like Chaayos and Cha bar sometimes feel like a superfluous addition to the normal cup of tea one is used to. They never taste like the real thing because they are not the real thing.

No matter how much the coffee chains try to get the common Indian attracted to the charm of coffee, we remain a tea drinking country, largely.


Coffee is for first dates. Tea is beyond dating. I know coffee drinkers are bound to disagree, which is cool.

Thanks for reading.

Why Gurgaon loves Galleria







Gurgaon loves Galleria.

In the barren land of this famous metropolis which multinational companies have formed their base, it’s all concretized coldness wherever you look. Galleria is a pretty much a part of the concrete. It’s just stylish concrete. Galleria is the slick, stylish open market of Gurgaon in DLF Phase IV, which is the favorite hangout joint for many people living in Gurgaon, including the writer of the piece.

What is it about galleria which attracts people? Nobody quite knows. The other markets have a similar architecture but perhaps it’s the location of Galleria which makes it uniquely unique. The glittery outlets, the swanky customers, and the buzz of the market makes you feel enthralled. Galleria is perhaps the sexiest market place in Gurgaon and it always feels better to be in Galleria than to be in an air-conditioned mall.

For summer evenings and winter days, Galleria offers an ideal open arena to walk, to nibble on food at the many food outlets, or to just sit next to the fountain. For want of any rivers/dams/beaches or any other water bodies, the galleria fountain creates a charm of its own. It is quite ridiculous, but so it is. The market is situated amidst sprawling housing complexes which have come to represent the life in the metro. It’s a feeling of a shared community sitting next to the fountain and just looking around, idling away time.

As far as the food is concerned, you can have coffee at DePaul’s and momos at the same outlet. There is Coco berry for frozen yogurt, Subway, Rolls joints and what have you. There is shopping for the shopping freaks. There are travel firms, booze and assorted services.

Pick up anything you like to eat and go over to the fountain and sit and drink in the conversations. If you have somebody to have a conversation with, make a conversation. Or like I do, in my lonely (or alone) existence, observe people and make notes. Sometimes, make a comedy set out of it. Sometimes, write a blog post.

Find me wandering in Galleria.

Margarita with a Straw


Margarita with a straw is a sexual movie. No, there isn’t much soft or hardcore porn in the movie. You still need to go to youporn for that. But, still it is. It is also a movie about heterosexuality and bi-sexuality. It didn’t seem to be a movie about cerebral palsy, which it should have been.

It is because that’s what the main character in the movie-Laila-seems to think of all the time. Laila has cerebral palsy, which means she is physically restricted in many ways. However, that doesn’t restrain her drive to get intimate.

From one frame to another, the writer-director takes us to different expressions of Laila’s sexual or romantic desire. She kisses a fellow friend who has cerebral palsy apparently because he too is on a wheelchair. She falls for one of her band members, who get uncomfortable when she hugs him and not let go. He apparently treated her as a friend only.

She somehow gets admission in New York University and there she lets the professor allow her a guy to type when she can type herself. This scene was cute; however, since it was a continuation of her sexual expression, you almost expect it from Laila.

The movie progresses further. She meets a blind girl who starts to get physical with her, after being her friend for a while. Laila reciprocates and realizes she is bisexual. They develop a relationship. So, at this point, she has a girlfriend, a girl from Pakistan. I am sure RSS will have problems with it.

In the meanwhile, she makes out with the type guy. It just happens, since it’s raining and he helps her go to the loo. Rest is history.

She comes back to India with her girlfriend hoping to disclose her bisexuality and willingness to marry her girlfriend to her mother. She tells it but then the movie takes a sudden pointless turn and her mother starts suffering from cancer and eventually dies.

Her family is a weird concoction of a Sikh father and a Bengali looking mother and what would you call a ‘monna’ brother in Sikh families. Anyways, the father and the brother are inconsequential. I don’t know what purpose they served in the movie.

The movie frankly was overkill and an under kill:
1. Overkill: The sexual desire of a special person: Fine, I am not saying there is anything wrong in that, but that was the highlight of the movie which makes no sense to me
2. Under kill: It was an under kill, which means I still don’t know much about cerebral palsy having watched the movie besides that they may have a high sexual drive

I am not a movie buff. I go to watch movies which intrigue me from their initial looks and it did. I wish the movie had more in store than a special sexually charged person who can’t decide between heterosexuality and bisexuality. Too many issues to handle for the protagonist in one movie.

I need to be even more careful about newspaper reviews now.