December 16th, 2014
There are days when one despairs of the world, and today – I am heartbroken to say – is one of them.
Waking up to the sad anniversary of it being 2 years since the horrific Delhi bus gang-rape, the day took an even more horrific turn for the worse, with the news from Pakistan. This – what does one call it? – this murderous barbarism is still unfolding as I write, and we all know that the death toll can only go one way.
I know everyone means well, I know, I know, but if I read another statement […]
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December 14th, 2014
No idea. As in no idea at all. Can any Bengali speaking friends please help? I saw this in Kolkata last week, so perhaps I am missing something. A Bengali joke or pun, perchance?
December 12th, 2014
Just 10 days ago, we were in the Sundarbans, a fascinating part of West Bengal, right on the Bangladeshi border. To fill in the blank for those of you who might not know too much about this region, I’ll be lazy and quote good old Wikipedia:
“It is the largest single block of tidal mangrove forest in the world. The Sundarbans covers approximately 10,000 square kilometres (3,900 sq mi) of which 60 percent is in Bangladesh with the remainder in India. The Sundarbans is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.”
The main thing one hopes to see in the Sunderbans is […]
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December 10th, 2014
Yeah you’re right, it’s a bit of a cheap gimmick, using the word Uber in my title, but this cab company is all over the news and for all the wrong reasons. After one of its drivers raped a young 25 year old at the weekend, Delhi (and increasingly the rest of India), has reacted in all kinds of ways.
For Uber, there are bans, criminal cases, summons to this that and the other regulatory body, and most chillingly of all – the revelation that this lowlife raping bastard really is a low life raping bastard. I’ll give you the […]
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December 9th, 2014
Bright and early this slightly-chilly December morning, I met up with Doc (our coach) and 2 of my running girls for a nice slow-ish run around Panscheel Park.
Since Sonam, Sameeksha and the group Auntie (c’est moi) are running the Mumbai Marathon in – gulp – less than 40 days***, it is high time we got back into shape. We have all relaxed a little after the Delhi HM, and so this morning was our first proper post-ADHM run.
Panscheel Park, a well-maintained DDA Park, was new to me, and for those of you who don’t know it either, it’s […]
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December 9th, 2014
If you live in India, the answer is oh-so-easy.
One Robert Vadra, of course.
His Holiness and the unelected son-in-law of Sonia Gandhi, the leader of a political party here, are the only 2 people in a separate category as far as airport security is concerned.
Since being frisked is clearly not to be undergone by those who hold high constitutional office (hey, I didn’t make the daft rules up) such bigwigs are exempted. As are His Holiness and Robert Vadra, the unelected husband of the unelected daughter of a former PM.
Anyway, young Robert is beginning to […]
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December 8th, 2014
I was tempted to add the rather childish “whatever” to the title of the post, because it’s almost that. Whatever is the first idea that comes to mind, do it, without thinking things through rationally.
As I reported earlier today, a young woman was raped by the driver of an Uber taxi.
So what do our civic fathers do? Ban Uber taxis from plying in Delhi.
There you go, action taken.
By the same knee-jerk token, they should have banned the buses, because that poor young woman was brutally gang-raped on a bus 2 years ago.
And every time a […]
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December 8th, 2014
It will very soon be 2 years since a young girl was gang raped in a Delhi bus, and almost to mark the anniversary another young girl is raped in an Uber taxi.
In the same part of Delhi where we live.
By a man who has done time for rape already.
You want to scream and weep at the same time.
Scream for the cruelty and callousness and lack of safety in this wretched city.
Weep for a young woman of my own daughter’s age, who works in a big company, just like my daughter, who travels on her […]
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December 6th, 2014
I know it’s wrong to mock the misfortunes of others, but this is too delicious not to share.
(For non Hindi speakers “bhabhi” is sister-in-law, specifically your elder brother’s wife. And “dewar” is your husband’s younger brother.)
So basically this woman kissed her own brother-in-law…and that was that.
Talk about The Big Fat Indian Wedding. This is rather the Big Bad Tempered Wedding.
December 5th, 2014
This blog post, tragically, is so graphic that you need nothing further from me.
You can all draw your own conclusions about the hateful misogyny that prevails in rural India, and I guess they don’t much differ from mine. Namely:
1) that she would wait for months, and actually want one of these raping bastards to marry her.
2) that the “panchayat” or village council says ne’er a word about the 4 rapists.
November 30th, 2014
…even though you are technically called Kolkata these days, I know, I know.
Haven’t been here in far too many decades to own up to in public, but let’s just say it’s been a very, very long time since I was here. So far, I have only glimpsed the Victoria Memorial from a taxi, so that is it as far as recognising places goes. In my defence…It WAS a long time ago. I was working very hard, and very long hours on a fraud case when I was here, and I did go to Bombay every weekend (hey, I was […]
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November 25th, 2014
Yes, you’re right.
Perhaps my blog title could be a little more measured, but quite frankly, I don’t care.
A child’s life snuffed out in an unbelievably frightening and cruel way, by a group of low life. Can’t rape her so let’s burn her. Despicable beyond words and emotions and tears and anger and – yes – helplessness in the face of such evil.
And as for the private hospital.
Don’t these places have a heart? A conscience? Aren’t there provisions for economically weaker patients? Isn’t there a shred of humanity left in these wretched hospitals?
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Click to continue reading Shame on the hospital. And as for the 6 raping, murderous bastards…