We are seemingly living in the times of Winston Smith and Jerry, all caught up in a ‘Chocolate War’ of our own.
Happiness, like joy, also can be ephemeral unless it comes from within.
Our great-grandmothers and grandmothers could control the entire family, hold the purse-strings and keep the menfolk in their places without demanding an international ‘Day’ to celebrate their womanhood and empowerment, without stepping out of the house or getting a modern education.
Post the economic liberalisation of 1991, India had suddenly become the biggest market for FMCG and beauty products. And what better way to consolidate the market than to give, not one, but two beauty crowns to Indian girls in the same year? How else could one explain the fact that there was not a single winner after 1966 — when Reita Faria had won the Miss World title — till the ‘double bonanza’ of 1994?
Most youngsters from the underprivileged sections of urban India dream of a career in the glamour world, as they fanatically follow the lives of their favourite stars.
Memories are the basis of our history, culture, heritage — the very civilisation.
Why put off things for another day, which might never dawn?
Traditional and alternative medicine have great potential to deal with not just a pandemic, but also to control and cure many chronic diseases when integrated with conventional medicine.
Elders need to develop and sustain some hobby or activity even while younger, to keep them occupied physically, mentally and spiritually as they age. In the absence of any such activity, they usually begin to look to their children and grandchildren for emotional sustenance, making them the sole focus of their attention.
As the country desperately fights COVID-19, in the locked-in mode, what we need is the Vikram Batra-kind of a loftier ‘more’ in our dils, to make us better human beings.