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.

Women And Men.

“We talk about how many women were raped last year, not how many men raped women. We talk about how many girls in a school district were harassed last year, not about how many boys harassed girls. We talk about how many teenage girls in the state of Vermont got pregnant last year, rather than how many boys and men impregnated teenage girls.

Even the term ‘violence against women’ is problematic. It’s a bad thing that happens to women, but when you look at that term, ‘violence against women,’ nobody is doing it to them. It just happens to them. Men aren’t even a part of it.”

~ Jackson Katz

Handmade Toy Violin.

Every now and then a street vendor goes around hawking handmade toy violins on Indian streets playing catchy and popular tunes to entice unsuspecting buyers. Earlier this morning, one such vendor went by our home playing one of my favourite Hindi film songs.

Unsuspecting because, while he will play quite well any piece that you will select, you bring it home and try to play on it you simply will not be able to and inevitably the piece simply gets thrown away. I speak from personal experience.

Here are two such vendors showing off their skills.