I am in a terrible mood. Really. You would
be as well, if you went through a colonoscopy and stepped on shit. I am in
Mumbai, India, taking a breather after a grueling week in Afghanistan and few
days in UP, India. My doctor advises it would be a good idea to have a complete
physical, including a colonoscopy done every other year, since I am now
fifty-six with history of family cancer. As it is (still) cheaper to have these
things done in India, and my good Doctor Wakeel from Al Imaan here to arrange
things with reputable hospitals without me having to declare bankruptcy or lose
an organ, I have been going through the routine of fasting and cleansing my
guts and having doctors prod instruments in parts of my body I’d rather not mention.
be as well, if you went through a colonoscopy and stepped on shit. I am in
Mumbai, India, taking a breather after a grueling week in Afghanistan and few
days in UP, India. My doctor advises it would be a good idea to have a complete
physical, including a colonoscopy done every other year, since I am now
fifty-six with history of family cancer. As it is (still) cheaper to have these
things done in India, and my good Doctor Wakeel from Al Imaan here to arrange
things with reputable hospitals without me having to declare bankruptcy or lose
an organ, I have been going through the routine of fasting and cleansing my
guts and having doctors prod instruments in parts of my body I’d rather not mention.
My mood nosedives as I return from an errand
buying antiseptic soap from a Banya store around the corner from my hotel.
Groggy from general anesthesia, I notice a filthy cur that is desperately,
unsuccessfully trying to scratch it’s flea infected itchy back. A lout, probably
drunk or stoned, bends over, relieves the itch and the cur licks the aiding
hand in gratitude. Near the hotel, a wedding party startles everybody,
especially stray dogs, with an ear splitting crash of drums, fireworks and
bangra dancing by young teenagers. The tune is catchy, by Daler Mehndi I think,
something Bale Bale. Why, were it not
my state of mind, I would have broken out into a jig myself.
buying antiseptic soap from a Banya store around the corner from my hotel.
Groggy from general anesthesia, I notice a filthy cur that is desperately,
unsuccessfully trying to scratch it’s flea infected itchy back. A lout, probably
drunk or stoned, bends over, relieves the itch and the cur licks the aiding
hand in gratitude. Near the hotel, a wedding party startles everybody,
especially stray dogs, with an ear splitting crash of drums, fireworks and
bangra dancing by young teenagers. The tune is catchy, by Daler Mehndi I think,
something Bale Bale. Why, were it not
my state of mind, I would have broken out into a jig myself.
I guess I take some blame not looking where
I step, knowing streets in urban India, even in good neighborhoods, have stray
dogs, drunks or stoned humans with defecation needs and public toilets scarce,
non-existent. But I am distracted, and step on a pile of poo-poo; human, cattle
or dog, I am unsure, nor care, right outside my hotel in an ‘upscale’
neighborhood of suburban Juhu. I abandon my fine pair of sandals immediately,
passionately cursing the culprit animal (or human) and their entire ancestry
and progeny with some colorful, powerful vocabulary I am now shocked I possess.
A street urchin across the street, resting from all the dancing, watches my
predicament with a bemused look, moves with astonishing speed, scoops up the
soiled sandal and bolts away like a speeding jet taking off; as if I want the
shitty footwear back. And what good is one pair to him? So I take the other
pair and hurl it towards the retreating nincompoop, cursing his intelligence as
well; yes, I am in that mood. I can feel and hear the doorman and security guys
hooting with delight at the unfolding drama but I don’t care, ignore them. I
tiptoe barefoot into the hotel lobby to be gawked at by Minakshi, the pretty
receptionist, who opens her mouth to ask me the obvious question but stifles it
when she sees my scary scowl. Poor Minakshi.
I step, knowing streets in urban India, even in good neighborhoods, have stray
dogs, drunks or stoned humans with defecation needs and public toilets scarce,
non-existent. But I am distracted, and step on a pile of poo-poo; human, cattle
or dog, I am unsure, nor care, right outside my hotel in an ‘upscale’
neighborhood of suburban Juhu. I abandon my fine pair of sandals immediately,
passionately cursing the culprit animal (or human) and their entire ancestry
and progeny with some colorful, powerful vocabulary I am now shocked I possess.
A street urchin across the street, resting from all the dancing, watches my
predicament with a bemused look, moves with astonishing speed, scoops up the
soiled sandal and bolts away like a speeding jet taking off; as if I want the
shitty footwear back. And what good is one pair to him? So I take the other
pair and hurl it towards the retreating nincompoop, cursing his intelligence as
well; yes, I am in that mood. I can feel and hear the doorman and security guys
hooting with delight at the unfolding drama but I don’t care, ignore them. I
tiptoe barefoot into the hotel lobby to be gawked at by Minakshi, the pretty
receptionist, who opens her mouth to ask me the obvious question but stifles it
when she sees my scary scowl. Poor Minakshi.
When will this great intriguing country take
control of her human and animal dumping behaviors? I despair. Having divorced
India two years ago, I now have a love – hate relationship with her. I eagerly look
forward to be with her whenever I visit, at least three times a year, but frustration
and hopelessness sets in once here. I have great fondness for India, my fore
parents being from here perhaps, but it is more than this fact. India gives me
a sense of belonging, of being home, among billion plus humans that pulsate
this country.
control of her human and animal dumping behaviors? I despair. Having divorced
India two years ago, I now have a love – hate relationship with her. I eagerly look
forward to be with her whenever I visit, at least three times a year, but frustration
and hopelessness sets in once here. I have great fondness for India, my fore
parents being from here perhaps, but it is more than this fact. India gives me
a sense of belonging, of being home, among billion plus humans that pulsate
this country.
India has lots to contribute, to me, to the
world, in varied fields. Indians excel in IT, medical and business acumen
outside of India; I can see their impact in the US. Why the crippling
mismanagement, brazen corruption and resulting apathy reserved for Mother India?
Boggles the mind, no?
world, in varied fields. Indians excel in IT, medical and business acumen
outside of India; I can see their impact in the US. Why the crippling
mismanagement, brazen corruption and resulting apathy reserved for Mother India?
Boggles the mind, no?
When cricket match fixing and betting fiasco
sullied the national Pakistani team players few years ago, Indian media went
into uncontrollable frenzy of arrogant smugness. Che-che, how shameful, this
certainly will not / cannot happen in India,
boasted Sunil Gavaskar with a snobbish expression. Hah! Never say never! The IPL match fixing / betting humiliation
blew up on his face last week and he eats humble pies now, desperately trying
to fend off his prior censure of the neighboring rival.
sullied the national Pakistani team players few years ago, Indian media went
into uncontrollable frenzy of arrogant smugness. Che-che, how shameful, this
certainly will not / cannot happen in India,
boasted Sunil Gavaskar with a snobbish expression. Hah! Never say never! The IPL match fixing / betting humiliation
blew up on his face last week and he eats humble pies now, desperately trying
to fend off his prior censure of the neighboring rival.
Sadly, it’s all about easy money and
absolutely no accountability; the rot starts from the apex to the very bottom.
The politicians are very involved, always looking for a place to park black
money, so they will not consider legalized betting, which will shutter the stashing
outlet. Yes, there is corruption all over the world but the brazenness in India
is mind blowing.
absolutely no accountability; the rot starts from the apex to the very bottom.
The politicians are very involved, always looking for a place to park black
money, so they will not consider legalized betting, which will shutter the stashing
outlet. Yes, there is corruption all over the world but the brazenness in India
is mind blowing.
The IPL ruckus has Mumbai police is a tizzy.
For the first time in my seventeen years of visiting India, the CID came
calling. It is 2:30AM and the hotel night manager calls. I jerk awake in panic;
is it family calling, emergency at home? I relax somewhat; they would call my
cell, not the hotel phone. The manager is apologetic, says the CID wants to
come up and check the room. Eh? Why? Routine search, nothing to worry about,
they are doing this at all hotels. Highly unusual, no? Not really, normal
procedure. All kinds of legal rights come to mind, but I am not home in the US,
can’t rationalize my thought process; I concede entry.
For the first time in my seventeen years of visiting India, the CID came
calling. It is 2:30AM and the hotel night manager calls. I jerk awake in panic;
is it family calling, emergency at home? I relax somewhat; they would call my
cell, not the hotel phone. The manager is apologetic, says the CID wants to
come up and check the room. Eh? Why? Routine search, nothing to worry about,
they are doing this at all hotels. Highly unusual, no? Not really, normal
procedure. All kinds of legal rights come to mind, but I am not home in the US,
can’t rationalize my thought process; I concede entry.
In walks a Laurel and Hardy pair. Hah, what
are you doing Saa’b? Um, sleeping? Aree, no, what are you doing in India.
Medical needs, visiting friends. Oooo, what is the matter Saa’b? Routine health
check. Hmmm, what hospital? Global Hospital. Do you have your passport with
you? Yes. Let me see it please. I open the hotel safe and hand my passport to
Laurel. American eh? Yes. Born in Tanzania eh? Yes. You speak good Hindi, where
did you learn it? Awaara, Anaari, Bobby, Aradhana, Mera Naam Joker…Bollywood.
Hahaha, bohoot aacha. Theek hai. Thank you. They depart.
are you doing Saa’b? Um, sleeping? Aree, no, what are you doing in India.
Medical needs, visiting friends. Oooo, what is the matter Saa’b? Routine health
check. Hmmm, what hospital? Global Hospital. Do you have your passport with
you? Yes. Let me see it please. I open the hotel safe and hand my passport to
Laurel. American eh? Yes. Born in Tanzania eh? Yes. You speak good Hindi, where
did you learn it? Awaara, Anaari, Bobby, Aradhana, Mera Naam Joker…Bollywood.
Hahaha, bohoot aacha. Theek hai. Thank you. They depart.
With general elections looming and the
opposition in disarray, many pundits predict a hung parliament, so we can
expect more of the same. Its sad, says Preity Zinta, actress and an IPL team
owner, in a recent interview about the current Indian state of affairs; I agree,
wholeheartedly. She then says she wants to become a politician, try and improve
the current status quo. I think I will Tweet her and suggest priority number
one, if elected – death sentence, on the spot, for any dog, stray or otherwise,
caught defecating. Loss of crown jewels, on the spot, for any man doing the
same. Harsh, yes; effective, very.
opposition in disarray, many pundits predict a hung parliament, so we can
expect more of the same. Its sad, says Preity Zinta, actress and an IPL team
owner, in a recent interview about the current Indian state of affairs; I agree,
wholeheartedly. She then says she wants to become a politician, try and improve
the current status quo. I think I will Tweet her and suggest priority number
one, if elected – death sentence, on the spot, for any dog, stray or otherwise,
caught defecating. Loss of crown jewels, on the spot, for any man doing the
same. Harsh, yes; effective, very.
Hmm, what should I suggest Preity do about
women caught in the act? Let me muse over a suitable punishment.
women caught in the act? Let me muse over a suitable punishment.