Shameful in India.

This victimization has been carried out systematically for generations upon generations. So it does not surprise me to see a democratic government throwing down its Hindu fundamentalist governments’ radical principles’ down the throat of tens of thousands of Muslims in India.

Isn’t it ironic, that a Muslim country like Dubai, allows its residents and expat community to enjoy the benefit of coexisting in harmonious relationship with hundreds of nationalities and religions, even the added benefit of purchasing alcohol and pork from certain supermarkets, while a ‘DEMOCRATIC’ country like India, imposes what its citizen’s CAN AND CANNOT eat ~ just so as NOT to hurt the sentiments of the Hindu population.

Just like there are several Muslims, who indulge in alcohol, we have hundred’s of non-muslims, who relish beef and mutton. How does the sentiment of one particular community take priority over the sentiments of another group of communities ?? On what basis ? The Government has NEVER been able to ban the sale of alcohol or cigarettes ~ which have been proved to be the key figure to cause several fatal diseases, yet it addresses a baseless issue of ‘meat consumption’ as its priority !!

First they paid the ‘week’ Muslims to embrace idol worship and now this large mob tortures a Muslim man who had to transport a cow from point a to point b to get him to say, Jai Sri Ram.

But, the accused, even if he was a defaulter, was inhumanly punished during a mob trial. The mob not only ganged up to ‘teach’ him a lesson, but also hurled communal abuses and dared him to convert and asked him if he would eat pork.

What is this brutality if not human rights violation ?

Is the police system  so impotent that any group of people can easily take law in his own hands ?  Not one news channel has picked on this atrocity ~ leave aside highlight it on headlines !!

Considering I am my Hindu counterpart, my feelings resonate as ” Ok so Beef-ban in Maharashtra beacuse it hurts my religious sentiment. But my religious seentiments gets hurt only when Indians eat, I have no problem when people from Russian, China and Arab Countries will eat it. Hence I have only banned it in Maharashtra, and however will continue to export to Middle east, China, Russia etc etc.

India one of the largest beef exporting country, one of the biggest U-turn taken by BJP government post 16 May – 2014. They have campaigned Pink revolution (end of beef export) before lok sabha election. However in just 9 months India’s beef export has grown by sound 16% post 16 May-2014. So I will continue to export it, because it generates revenue and it did not hurt my religious sentiment as it is eaten by non-Indians.

Beef exports grown up by 16% post 16 May-2014.…/ABP-News-investigation-Modi-govt%E2…

Whenever animals gets slaughteted, its skin goes to a Leather factory. But people who are demanding this ban should stop wearing Leather shoes, belts, purse. In places where people can’t kill healthy animals, they injure them, their legs or even poision them, not for Burger King but for Leather.

And also in new budget excise duty has been reduced on leather items, so you can were more leathers.…/excise-duty-cut-boon-for-foot…

There are 6 major suppliers of Beef in India.

Out of 6 owner, only two eats beef and 4 are;

Just read the owners name.

1) Al-Kabeer Exports Pvt. Ltd.
Its owner name: Mr. Shatish &Mr. Atul Sabharwal
Add: 92, Jolly makers, Chembur Mumbai 400021

2) Arabian Exports Pvt.Ltd.
Owner’s name: Mr.Sunil Kapoor
Add: Russian Mansions, Overseas, Mumbai 400001

3) M.K.R Frozen Food Exports Pvt. Ltd.
Owner’s name Mr. Madan Abott.
Add : MG road, Janpath, New Delhi 110001

4) P.M.L Industries Pvt. Ltd.
Owner’s name: Mr. A.S Bindra
Add : S.C.O 62-63 Sector -34-A, Chandigarh 160022

Its not at all religious ban, its a political and taken conisdering high deemand of beef in overseaase countries to gain more money..!!

Can they stop exporting it to oversease??

Holidays in Delhi 2010.

The two week christmas holiday in Delhi was simply fantastic. We had a blast, visiting relatives, eating out all that chaat and all the nihari and kebaabs. The weather was super fantastic, coooooold and chilly.  We never saw the sun for the first few days and mornings seemed so dark even at 11:00 am. I loved it.

This year however, I decided to take photoshots of the typical look of Darya Gunj an area where my inlaws stay. I know a picture speaks a 1000 words so I’ll let my pics do the talking… 

with the boys at india gate.

Having baskin robbin in the chill..

Another Indian Marriage.

So we flew down to Bombay from Cochin on 1st of December. High on expectation and full of apprehension, why ?? Then your obviously not an indian. I remember mentioning somewhere, Indian marriages are complex affairs of rituals and sensitivities.. Most people are simply waiting to see things fall apart, while others are sitting puffed up with nasty high demands.. Its weird how long forgotten stories surface and people are waiting to punch eachother in verbal bouts with those trivial issues which should have been long burried …..But these times are used to get even with the other parties.  Its true no matter which corner of India you go to … Its always the same story.

I enjoyed  Muj’s marriage completly. I loved being a part of it rather than being a mere spectator.

Muj is my nephew but in reality he has been like a buddy to me. I have never let these boys address me as a phuphi (aunt) and I have always kept the channel of communication open between us.  The first time I saw Muj was in 1987, he must have been 6, maybe 7. He was the quite one between Zao and him. But he held a special place in my heart which only grew stronger when we used to spend time, playing hide n seek or other such games in 7Bunglows. During my intial stay in Dubai, these two were the best part of staying in Dubai. It was fun playing in the evenings or biking with them and oh those “story telling” nights !! Gosh how zao always pestered me for one more story…. to think of it, that those little guys are old enough to get married and now have their own kids. How time flies. Time is merciless yet time is the best healer.

Coming back from my flash back, the mehendi at the girls house in Bandra was followed by mehendi at our end in Mira Road the next day.  It was a gala affair with lots of fun, food, photographs and of course dj music.

The Nikkah was in Bandra and I felt elated being in a Barat full of dhols and dancing youngsters. It was a different feeling of joy and excietment.  Nikkah was pronounced by my best friend’s Dad, who met me for the first time. I had prayed for Izzat in this marriage and Allah swt has blessed it in abundance. Alhamduallah. Dinner was lovely too and I had my fill of gol gappas and chaat …

It was lovely meeting a host of old friends, relatives, neighbours and at the same time, making new friendships.

Muj’s hotel room decoration was shared by me and a cousin sister. It was fun and really had a blast doing the novetal room.  

Walima, which is the dinner hosted by the boys end, to announce his marriage was on 7th December.

The groom looks at the bride for the first time after the nikkah ceremony.

A whole lot of Bari's here.

happiness does not get better than this.... sam and I.

11 years of bliss and joy. Sam and I

Gujrati Funeral.

I received a mail from one of my English cousins and after having a real laugh at the hilarious little story that followed, I realized that although I am not biased towards any one religion, nationality or region, we are still quite bound in these prejeduices, we get influenced by media, even when we are saying one thing, deep rooted in our thoughts, are those of what we believe.

Gujrat is a state in the west wing of India. People are very humble, culturally inclined and traditional. (like in many other parts of India ) I completly enjoy their sense of colors. Personally, I have close friends and family friends from there, so it is easy for me to see where the joke is going !

Most Gujrati people have large or small scale businesses because they are extremly good at calculations and have an excellent business sense.  I think the joke here is talking about one of the many families settled in the US but still follows the same traditions of typical guju, as they are pettingly called. Gift giving is traditonal in India and in most cases, carried too far. One gives it to please others and at the same time it is expected as well from the other end. One makes a real fuss when not given a thought full gift when a relative returns !!

Here goes :

A family in Gujarat was puzzled when the coffin of their dead mother (Ba)
arrived from the US . It was sent
by one of the daughters.

 The dead body was very tightly squeezed inside the coffin, with no space left in
it when they opened the lid;
they found a letter on top addressed to her brothers and sisters:



Dear Chandrakantbhai, Arvindbhai, Smitaben and Varsha ,



I am sending Ba’s body to you, since it was her wish that she should be cremated
in the compound of our
ancestral home in GUJARAT .



Sorry, I could not come along as all of my paid leave is consumed.



You will find inside the coffin, under Ba’s body, cans of cheese, 10 packets of
Tobler chocolates and 8
packets of Badam (peanuts) please divide these among all of you.



On Ba’s feet you will find a new pair of Reebok shoes (size 10) for Mohan. There
are also 2 pairs of shoes
for Radha’s and Lakshmi’s sons. Hope the sizes are correct.



Ba is wearing 6 American T-Shirts. The large size is for Mohan.



Just distribute the rest among yourselves.


 The 2 new Jeans that Ba is wearing are for the boys.

 The Swiss watch that Reema wanted is on Ba’s left wrist. Shanta masi, Ba is
wearing the necklace, earrings
and ring that you asked for. Please take them off her.



The 6 white cotton socks that Ba is wearing must be divided among my nephews.



Please distribute all these fairly.
Love Smita.



PS : If anything more required let me know soon as Bapuji is also not feeling
too well now a days.