Intolerance.

Intolerance is defined as an unwillingness to accept views, beliefs, or behaviour that differ from one’s own; or an inability to eat a food or take a drug without adverse effects.

Having suggested this topic for this week’s Friday 2 on 1 blog post, I shall address both and perhaps something else as well. Please do visit Shackman’s blog to see what he has to say about the topic.

Unwillingness to accept views, beliefs, or behaviour that differ from one’s own.

Ever since India’s Rightist Hindu Nationalist party, the BJP came to power in 2014, this word became synonymous with the Leftist Intellectuals in India and all kinds of things happened. Minor incidents of law and order took on communal tones like Hindu vs Christian, Hindu vs Muslim and Upper castes vs Lower castes and so on. Some took to mass media to condemn the majoritarianism implied in the result of the elections, some returned awards given to them by the previous dispensation as a means of protest, without however, returning the cash elements that went with those awards and generally made, what in my opinion was fools of themselves.

These were the English speaking, reading, writing urban self appointed intellectuals and their tantrums, simply did not reach the people who were none ot the above. The BJP came back to power last month with an increased majority in our parliament and now one sees the same breed of Tolerant Intellectuals analysing the results and coming to the conclusion that they misread the public mood and orientation. Some of these elements wrote for foreign publications as well crying themselves hoarse that doomsday is about to descend on India. As my readers can see, nothing like that happened and some even changed their tones post analysis of the results.

Being a Rightist supporter of the BJP, I tolerated these elements while they were intolerant of me! Now I am enjoying watching them squirm and the Schadenfreude is entirely enjoyable.

That is the beauty of intolerance. The ones shouting loudest that the other is intolerant is entirely unaware that they are being intolerant of the other to start with! And being completely detached, I simply enjoy trumpeting my own intolerance of the intolerant.

Coming to other types of intolerance, I know some wealthy people, the not so wealthy simply cannot be so, who are intolerant of the elements. During the summer months, they disappear to cooler climes and during the winter months to warmer climes. During the wet months they refuse to get out of their homes lest they get wet and miss out on a lot of fun. These people are also usually intolerant of everything around them and totally insatiable be it about food, drink or relationships.

I also know the unfortunates who are lactose intolerant or gluten intolerant or some other intolerant and I feel sorry for them while being grateful that I am not any of those. On the other hand, I recently discovered that I was allergic to one particular type of new antibiotics and it was entirely providential that I had anti allergy medication at home as otherwise, I would have been dead with the reaction I had after consuming that medication. Now that my doctor, family and I know that I am intolerant to it, hopefully there won’t be a next time.

Intolerance can take other shpes too and one of the most common in India is the mother in law, daughter in law conundrum and / or the older generation, younger generation one. Here again, it is difficult to do anything about it when one comes across it but one can be grateful that one does not go through this in one’s own life.

I am sure that there will be other types that my readers have come across in their experiences and I look forward to receiving comments on them.

The Great Divide.

The Independent’s headline ‘This is a battle of ideologies’: Divided Delhi goes to polls in penultimate phase of Indian election.

Time Magazine’s cover says, “India’s divider in Chief.

I just want to ask my British friends if when the British go to vote during the next election, the Independent will say “Divided Britain goes to vote. After all Britain today is divided by Brexiters, No Brexiters, No Deal Brexiters and others with other point of view as well as having many political parties with different points of view.

I also want to ask my American friends, if when they next vote, the Time magazine will say, “Divided USA goes to vote.” After all, they too have the Republican and Democratic parties plus various shades within like the Tea Partiers, The Socialists in each party as well.

What kind of arrogant journalism is this?

No More Babies.

I had an interesting telephone call earlier today, with a friend who called me after almost ten years for a long chat. Both of us exchange WhatsApp messages, mostly forwards but, have not really been catching up with news on our families. During the call, he enquired about Ranjan and any grand children in my life. I joked that my grand child is our dog Chutki and changed the subject knowing that once he starts talking about his three grandchildren the conversation will prolong to at least another fifteen minutes.

That conversation however reminded me of two recent news items that I came across which leads me to believe that there is something going on about demographics that is not perhaps receiving as much attention as it should.

The first one is this article in our Economic Times. It makes for interesting reading coming as it does from India.

The next one is from China where the problem is vastly different and while I find the whole report amusing, it points to some disturbing facts coming out of the country with the largest population in the world.

And finally to add some spice to this topic, here is a news item that should tickle the funny bones of all my readers.

Memory?

This was at lunch yesterday with my friends that I had written about in my earlier post on our neighbourhood Irani Cafe.

My hosts were, the young lady Deepali, sitting next to me to my right and her husband Sandeep, sitting at the bottom of the table. The young couple sitting opposite to me Rekha and Sanjeev, are visiting Pune from Mumbai and joined in the festivities. You can also see Rekha’s and Sanjeev’s two young sons Aniruddha and Aryaditta in the picture, as well as Sandeep’s mother sitting to my left. The occasion was Sandeep’s birthday.

I had gone earlier to the restaurant to arrange for setting two tables together as otherwise they offer only four seaters. When the group alit from their car I went up to the entrance to receive them and Rekha who was coming up first greeted me warmly and said that she had met me earlier many years ago. For the world of it, I just could not remember having met her and her husband earlier but let it pass with a casual comment that it was so long ago.

It took me the entire afternoon before I remembered where I had met Rekha and Sanjeev before. It was about nine years ago at Deepali’s and Sandeep’s home for dinner. The former were visiting and staying with them. Little Aniruddha was a babe in arms and the younger lad Arymaditya was not even a thought!.

I sure am getting old!

Age!

It is funny that many of my younger friends, and by that I mean much younger, say in the forties, send me information about old age.

Today, I received from two different sources the following two messages.  Please click on the images to get larger resolutions.

I am between 66 to 79 years old and I most decidedly do not feel that I am middle aged.

The ad for Senior Citizens from the PVR Multiplexes was sent to me by a, what I consider middle aged lady to whom I sent a mail in response –  “What piques my interest is that you received this promo! Why?”

I am yet to receive a response from her but, I want to impress on her and the other young friend who sent me the first clipping, that I love being old for these 19 Perquisites. I particularly enjoy Perquisite number 9. GP does it ring a bell?

Haldi Doodh.

Haldi doodh simply means Turmeric Milk. It is one of India’s oldest home cures and there will not be a kitchen in India which has not made this at some time or the other.

After reading my blog post Checked Out Characters, a dear friend from Bengaluru has sent this plaintive message to me.

“Now a days Drinking Turmeric Latte is becoming a fashion in America and other Western countries.
Do you know what Turmeric Latte is???
Haldi Doodh😊
It costs nearly
3 pounds (Rs300 approx) per cup .
There are more than 20 shops serving Turmeric Latte alone in London city.

Amazing… Isn’t it??

Very soon we will also have these type of shops in India…
We will enjoy drinking Turmeric Latte too…
Haldi dhoodh has now got the Western stamp……

But one question Arises…

Why don’t we feel proud of our haldi dhoodh ..??
Why don’t we respect our culture..our wisdom??

Why do we feel that if a product has the Western stamp or logo ,it’s always better than our Indian products…

We must think about it for a while…..”

I had no answer to give him other than the usual banalities about our checked out characters.  Sad.