Haven't we all heard of the magic mantra to happiness- an English Home, American Salary, Chinese Food and an Indian Wife?Looks like the men are catching up, take a look at what I read in The Hindu -
"Import Indian bridegrooms for Russian brides”
-Vladimir Radyuhin
New Russian magic mantra to reverse alarming fall in the country’s birth rate
MOSCOW: Desperate to reverse a steep decline in their numbers, Russians are coming up with some bold ideas on how to overcome Russia’s demographic crisis.
A Russian feminist has proposed a radical solution to the falling birth rate — importing Indian bridegrooms for Russian girls. Maria Arbatova, writer and TV moderator, who married an Indian businessman a few years ago “after 25 years of keeping marrying Russians”, thinks Indian men make ideal husbands.
Why do Indian men make ideal husbands?Let's see -
1)The Indian man's affinity towards reproduction is well known.
Well I can't think of any reasons because I don't know if there is a typical Indian male. Every Indian man I can think of now seems, to me, completely different from the other. O but you do realise I am only speaking for the urban, educated middles class when I say this. Earlier atleast with the strict patriachal structures one could pin a man down. But the modern Indian man comes a little differently, doesn't he?
What do you think- does the modern (urban-educated)Indian male protoype exist? If he does, how is he? And what makes him a good catch for matrimony?
9/21/2007
9/10/2007
Speak kindly to yourself
“What is this self inside us, this silent observer,
Severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us,
And urge us on to futile activity,
And in the end, judge us still more severely,
For the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?”
-- T. S. Eliot
Severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us,
And urge us on to futile activity,
And in the end, judge us still more severely,
For the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?”
-- T. S. Eliot
9/02/2007
Koraput
O Koraput! Koraput we don't care
Where people die like the flies infecting their water.
There are far more important stories
To run throughout the day,
And days on end.
There's one woman who died ten years ago
She had a story we would rather focus on.
She married a man with big ears
Slept with her driver
Or was it her bodyguard?
She dated a shopkeeper's son.
Can't you see how much the news loves her?
That they even chased her to her death.
What did you say?
You have a story too?
Your mother took you to the fields, the night you were born
to strangle your new-born neck
Because you were not a boy
But changed her mind the last minute and named you,
Poonam, after the moonlight?
You could climb the highest trees in your village?
You married a man with big greed?
When Arjun who works in the city
Took off his pants for you behind the banyan trees
You wore them and danced to the latest hits?
As the astrologer said you had death by water?
As the life giving source wreaked ruin in your body
And you lay dying, come on , even you din't think
Of how brutal we were to have denied you
What we drink, three litres a day, to make our skin glow.
Well sorry but we can't harp on this.
The Orissa correspondent needed a boost
In his career
So we did cover the story once
for a whole three minutes.
But apart from that , deal with it
It's something we call fate.
You do understand we have other things to say?
You know Paris Hilton's dog needs a mate!
So you small minded village rooster
Bury your story with your bones, and
Go away from Hell.
(Last week over 170 people died of cholera, caused by unclean drinking water in the Koraput district of Orissa)
Where people die like the flies infecting their water.
There are far more important stories
To run throughout the day,
And days on end.
There's one woman who died ten years ago
She had a story we would rather focus on.
She married a man with big ears
Slept with her driver
Or was it her bodyguard?
She dated a shopkeeper's son.
Can't you see how much the news loves her?
That they even chased her to her death.
What did you say?
You have a story too?
Your mother took you to the fields, the night you were born
to strangle your new-born neck
Because you were not a boy
But changed her mind the last minute and named you,
Poonam, after the moonlight?
You could climb the highest trees in your village?
You married a man with big greed?
When Arjun who works in the city
Took off his pants for you behind the banyan trees
You wore them and danced to the latest hits?
As the astrologer said you had death by water?
As the life giving source wreaked ruin in your body
And you lay dying, come on , even you din't think
Of how brutal we were to have denied you
What we drink, three litres a day, to make our skin glow.
Well sorry but we can't harp on this.
The Orissa correspondent needed a boost
In his career
So we did cover the story once
for a whole three minutes.
But apart from that , deal with it
It's something we call fate.
You do understand we have other things to say?
You know Paris Hilton's dog needs a mate!
So you small minded village rooster
Bury your story with your bones, and
Go away from Hell.
(Last week over 170 people died of cholera, caused by unclean drinking water in the Koraput district of Orissa)
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