• Reading is therapy and I indulged in a whole lot of it last night! This book seemed like wonderful at the start, infact it was a book club read, and the author so sweet, so softspoken coming down a lineage of refugees who came in after a rather painful partition, the family of the famous Khan Market bookstore Bahrisons, had me literally swooning at my nostalgia of it all. So when I bit into the book I was certain to be swept off my feet. This oral historian going door to door in Lahore and Delhi, talking to the salon girls while getting her nails done at the Lahore Gymkhana, the elitest of them all and listening to stories of a time gone by, then weaving them all into a fiction piece written with such fineness, I did expect a lot. But then the subject, the World War 1, then the World War 2 and the partition adept with a tome of human emotion just felt so very hard to read, imagine the living of it.

    The British and their Moutbatten sandwiching India between two Pakistans would be the cruelest thing that the Bristish could have done to their territory, I am not at all impressed by their ruling. The ground reality is so grim even after so many years of the Partition, and the fight for literally no great rhyme or reason is the saddest of it all. The love story that Aanchal Malhotra weaves into the narrative ends with no sweetness at all, just like the Partition and although the settings that she finds in the book could read very pretty, think Paris, Lahore, Kannauj, Amritsar, Delhi and the likes, there is so much sadness of the time that tinges the landscape that there really seems to be no hope. Even the hidden gestures are lost with the overbearing grief in the air. The subject of perfumery is also that of luxury and not of the mere and mortal, yet even the settings add no beauty to the grimness of it all.

    While I hope sadness is not the only everlasting thing, looking at the beauty of the world is an art on it’s own and sometimes finding it may require happiness. Thats a definite given. There is no beauty in sadness, like there is no mirth in complaint and no joy in lack. There needs to be happiness for joy, gratefulness for mirth and abundance for joy, that is a given and that is my takeaway from this book. Thank God most countries have nuclear power and World War 3 is unthinkable, forget doable, and thank God that the British rule no countries anymore. That wisdom or even empathy was definitely in lacking! I wonder today, having lived in Delhi, what a great city it really is, embracing all the atrocities of the past, reinventing itself and carrying on as an amalgamation of so many things that it brings together, a cauldron of cultures. The posh colonies of Delhi today were all once refugee camps that saw the worst of human condition, yet grew out of the ashes. While other parts of India never saw what Delhi saw, we cannot even relate down here in the south, my love and respect for Delhi and it’s people is really on the rise, reading this book, that holds first hand account on the happenings in history.

    Its a champion for joy, happiness and a lesson of relentlessness in its core!

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    It’s a merry age to live in today, while I love making resolutions, making ones on the 1st of Jan is more special, the beginning of a new year, a brand new journal to fill, and all the joy that novelty entails is absolutely endearing. While on an Insta binge, my feed is filled with manifestations, how to cajole the universe into giving you what you want, and the law of attraction! This is also where Gabby Bernstein a manifestation guru proclaims that she (and you) should not believe in resolutions since they allude that something needs fixing, instead, manifestation could be the rhyme of the day, for you are bringing in positive feelings, and emotions or happenings into your life, the visualization board is a popular item these days and following in the steps of Sarah Sham, the quite affluent Interior Designer I made one too, talk about being influenced, but at the end of the year, I found that life surprised me in better ways that what I could imagine! My photos play host to even more amazing things than the images that I put on my vision board. That left me with a wonderful feeling, though I did put together a vision board for this year, again am sure to be left spellbound!

    However I managed to watch a very thoughtful movie on the first day of the year, (talk about the universe nudging me in a certain direction!) called Kho Gaye Hum Kahan, the movie wasn’t exactly to my liking but the ending certainly was. At the end of the movie, Akhtar, whose lens on social commentary is impeccable, literally implores us to take note of a few resolutions that will do most of us much good. She is the outer conscience or rather the Jimmy Cricket we all need to have sitting on our shoulders. While her other movies may have had us jumping on cruises as a family or booming the Spanish tourism to stellar heights this one could just be having us book flights into ourselves. That’s possibly the only journey we all need, though may not want to be making. After showing us the tumultuous lives of today’s times she gives a blueprint or resolutions that resonated with me quite well enough to employ as my own.

    One is to put down that phone, that we are all lost into and look at life in the eye. Two is to keep it real and keep it simple, for only if you connect with yourself others can connect with you. Three is to stop the comparisons, the only person better than you in the moment is you in the future. Four is to be grateful, for what you have and also for what you dont have, perhaps it is for the better! And finally to find your tribe, for if you have real, true friends then you wouldn’t need followers! Don’t these make so much sense, there is power in authenticity, may we have more of it, may we be it.

    Take a note, maybe you’d want them on your list too!

  • I was given a writing prompt to write about the best gift I have received on Christmas, and while I kept thinking, what it was since we do not celebrate Christmas in our homes. We however do celebrate in our offices, and this was in one such office, doing the whole Secret Santa thing that I believe I may have received my best Christmas gift.

    The gift was a bunch of things an architect would truly appreciate from the Japanese store Muji. The no-nonsense and no-branding store is an architect’s favorite for anything as such, but my gift consisted of a set of colored pencils, a measuring tape, a ruler, pencils, erasers, and a box to fit them all. Well-designed stationery is a boon and an object of delight in equal measure. I look at it even today and absolutely revel in how pretty it is and what a mood enhancer good design really is, label or no label!

  • The India Art Fair in Bengaluru at Palace grounds saw art aficionados throng the palace grounds in large numbers, while we went suited and booted in our Spiderman suit we were amazed by the galleries in attendance.

    My top picks at the India Art Fair 2023 were the following, all on grammable! The Instagram handles are duly provided.

    1. The first and foremost artist comes from Udaipur, the Royal city of Rajasthan embarking on Pichwai art. While Pichwai art is generally very beautiful, the Pichwaiwala is a family business with every member of the family contributing to art work, passed down over generations. My favorite was the white ones with such nuances and finesse that wanting one on the walls of my house was but for natural.
    2. Mysore Traditional Painting by Prerana Achithya @royal_heritage1 has several Tanjores, but the most beautiful work is a modern representation of Raja Ravi Varma’s art, only in more quirky colors and happier proportions.
    3. Anisha Jain Art @anishajainart is such happy girl-next-door art that any artist could feel that could be done myself, yet the colors provide such whimsical fancy and colorful gaiety that happiness feels like is just round the corner.
    4. Ganesh Doddamani has a website by that name, has done some worthy allegories on Hampi, but the funnest piece that caught my attention was the upturned terratotta pots painted in bright hues, quite abstractly and summoned together in a grid, fancy as ever.
    5. Rohan Khuntale communicable @ khuntalerohan@gmail.com impressed by 5 year old, with an effervescent collection of cars, the real fancy ones that are also really vintage. The composition of these fast beauties could be the lucky charm on the walls, where the cars mean for motion.
    6. Kathraj N (9844300600) on the other hand, deeply appeals to one’s mythological spirit with almost dream-like representations of Gods and Demi-Gods, in action at the very word go.
    7. Monica Ghule @ghulemonica paints her childhood memories but the girl in the pictures is so endearing, sometimes with a bob-pin in her hair or sometimes looking up at the sky in free wonder.
    8. Anukta Mukherjee Ghosh @studianukta does the tremendously popular Varanasi river fronts that most artists ask me for these days. The rishis and munis were not such favorites with me as her impressions of the riverfront.

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  • The best memories are not captured. And thats what the security advised me as we entered the Axis Bank gallery at the Museum of Art and Photography that houses the current exhibition titled the Kanchana Chitra Ramayana of Banaras curated at the Museum of Art and Photography. The beautiful book by Tulsidas showcasing the mighty Hindu epic comprised of 1100 pages, 80 of which have been displayed at this showcase. The beautiful pages all framed by a golden border are succinctly lit up. Patronised by the royal court of Banaras this exhibition is curated by the late Kavita Singh and Parul Singh. While the miniature painting style originally brought to India by the Mughals and extensively features their Mughal gardens looked very splendid featuring the main characters of the Ramayana, the Garuda pakshi, who has a celebrity status in our house at the moment and all the other milestones in India’s greatest epic. The create your own miniature painting was a rather cute touch felicitating the gallery exhibit!

    On another floor is an exhibition by the British artist Alexander Gorlizki, along with Riyaz Uddin and Pink Studio Jaipur, that takes a rather fantastical spin on the old world paintings from the gallery’s collection. This feature title “What the Camera cannot see” brings out whimsical elements into serious moments. Again the quirks are so mirthful and joy-ridden that it had us in splits as we went from one screen to the other. Black and white photos with flamingoes and what not, that usually would not been there come together and become magical on another note. Again holding forth aplenty is the third exhibit that says Visible/Invisible showcasing women and their glories, dooms, challenges in great alacrity. I for one was happy to spot Jamini Roy’s, Raja Ravi Varma’s exploits and some lesser to me known artists.

    On the whole the Museum of Art and Photography located in the heart of Bangalore, opposite the famous Cubbon Park has its heart in the right place. Funded totally by the tech-giants of the city, there is a Kiran Mazumdar Shaw auditorium, the Infosys foundation gallery, the Wipro gallery among others, boasting of donors both famous and anonymous. It is a state-of-the-art gallery unlike its nemesis run by the government on the other side of the street. For a minute I wasn’t sure if I were in India at all. The galleries are interspersed by research laboratories that work on art, rather work on conserving art. The museum shop selling wares by Jamini Roy, was way too expensive, but then a slice of art is expensive no matter to the doer or the seeker! The infrastructure at the MAP could well put Moma to shame, though much more meagre in size. The exhibits were fun to the next level and mostly Indian, except for the Gorlizki, however he was so much fun too. I sure hope the museum turns out its curations just as often as we feel like visiting, or has classes for art aficionados like us, mastering Varma’s style may just be what we like.

    P.s. I was also served a reminder on why this blog makes sense, celebrating words without pictures, makes the gram totally lost and them readers win!

  • The best memories are not captured. And thats what the security advised me as we entered the Axis Bank gallery at the Museum of Art and Photography that houses the current exhibition titled the Kanchana Chitra Ramayana of Banaras curated at the Museum of Art and Photography. The beautiful book by Tulsidas showcasing the mighty Hindu epic comprised of 1100 pages, 80 of which have been displayed at this showcase. The beautiful pages all framed by a golden border are succinctly lit up. Patronised by the royal court of Banaras this exhibition is curated by the late Kavita Singh and Parul Singh. While the miniature painting style originally brought to India by the Mughals and extensively features their Mughal gardens looked very splendid featuring the main characters of the Ramayana, the Garuda pakshi, who has a celebrity status in our house at the moment and all the other milestones in India’s greatest epic. The create your own miniature painting was a rather cute touch felicitating the gallery exhibit!

    On another floor is an exhibition by the British artist Alexander Gorlizki, along with Riyaz Uddin and Pink Studio Jaipur, that takes a rather fantastical spin on the old world paintings from the gallery’s collection. This feature title “What the Camera cannot see” brings out whimsical elements into serious moments. Again the quirks are so mirthful and joy-ridden that it had us in splits as we went from one screen to the other. Black and white photos with flamingoes and what not, that usually would not been there come together and become magical on another note. Again holding forth aplenty is the third exhibit that says Visible/Invisible showcasing women and their glories, dooms, challenges in great alacrity. I for one was happy to spot Jamini Roy’s, Raja Ravi Varma’s exploits and some lesser to me known artists.

    On the whole the Museum of Art and Photography located in the heart of Bangalore, opposite the famous Cubbon Park has its heart in the right place. Funded totally by the tech-giants of the city, there is a Kiran Mazumdar Shaw auditorium, the Infosys foundation gallery, the Wipro gallery among others, boasting of donors both famous and anonymous. It is a state-of-the-art gallery unlike its nemesis run by the government on the other side of the street. For a minute I wasn’t sure if I were in India at all. The galleries are interspersed by research laboratories that work on art, rather work on conserving art. The museum shop selling wares by Jamini Roy, was way too expensive, but then a slice of art is expensive no matter to the doer or the seeker! The infrastructure at the MAP could well put Moma to shame, though much more meagre in size. The exhibits were fun to the next level and mostly Indian, except for the Gorlizki, however he was so much fun too. I sure hope the museum turns out its curations just as often as we feel like visiting, or has classes for art aficionados like us, mastering Varma’s style may just be what we like.

    P.s. I was also served a reminder on why this blog makes sense, celebrating words without pictures, makes the gram totally lost and them readers win!

  • The best memories are not captured. And thats what the security advised me as we entered the Axis Bank gallery at the Museum of Art and Photography that houses the current exhibition titled the Kanchana Chitra Ramayana of Banaras curated at the Museum of Art and Photography. The beautiful book by Tulsidas showcasing the mighty Hindu epic comprised of 1100 pages, 80 of which have been displayed at this showcase. The beautiful pages all framed by a golden border are succinctly lit up. Patronised by the royal court of Banaras this exhibition is curated by the late Kavita Singh and Parul Singh. While the miniature painting style originally brought to India by the Mughals and extensively features their Mughal gardens looked very splendid featuring the main characters of the Ramayana, the Garuda pakshi, who has a celebrity status in our house at the moment and all the other milestones in India’s greatest epic. The create your own miniature painting was a rather cute touch felicitating the gallery exhibit!

    On another floor is an exhibition by the British artist Alexander Gorlizki, along with Riyaz Uddin and Pink Studio Jaipur, that takes a rather fantastical spin on the old world paintings from the gallery’s collection. This feature title “What the Camera cannot see” brings out whimsical elements into serious moments. Again the quirks are so mirthful and joy-ridden that it had us in splits as we went from one screen to the other. Black and white photos with flamingoes and what not, that usually would not been there come together and become magical on another note. Again holding forth aplenty is the third exhibit that says Visible/Invisible showcasing women and their glories, dooms, challenges in great alacrity. I for one was happy to spot Jamini Roy’s, Raja Ravi Varma’s exploits and some lesser to me known artists.

    On the whole the Museum of Art and Photography located in the heart of Bangalore, opposite the famous Cubbon Park has its heart in the right place. Funded totally by the tech-giants of the city, there is a Kiran Mazumdar Shaw auditorium, the Infosys foundation gallery, the Wipro gallery among others, boasting of donors both famous and anonymous. It is a state-of-the-art gallery unlike its nemesis run by the government on the other side of the street. For a minute I wasn’t sure if I were in India at all. The galleries are interspersed by research laboratories that work on art, rather work on conserving art. The museum shop selling wares by Jamini Roy, was way too expensive, but then a slice of art is expensive no matter to the doer or the seeker! The infrastructure at the MAP could well put Moma to shame, though much more meagre in size. The exhibits were fun to the next level and mostly Indian, except for the Gorlizki, however he was so much fun too. I sure hope the museum turns out its curations just as often as we feel like visiting, or has classes for art aficionados like us, mastering Varma’s style may just be what we like.

    P.s. I was also served a reminder on why this blog makes sense, celebrating words without pictures, makes the gram totally lost and them readers win!

  • When you take refuge in the fact that the Avengers destroy Thanos and hence all the evil in the world, it is not too much to assume that a bird (Garuda pakshi) drawn on the back can eat up the serpent that causes rashes of the nerve aka Shingles. Well, I’d say anything to get away from the pain. This week I could have gotten a remedy for everyone who got on my nerves if only there was one, a remedy I mean. And talking of beliefs, a bomb hoax was issued in Karnataka over 15 schools, and parents were curtly called to school asking for hasty pickups, like working-hands-on Mom just about wrapping up their weekly chores within the stipulated period with precisely 27 things to do, cutting short them all to believe a bomb hoax. The question of belief is a deeply personal one, belief in God for instance, and when to believe for instance it is all deeply personal.

    In fact superstitions are also deeply personal, don’t start something on Tuesday said my client in question, dont cut nails I shouted out to be husband on a Friday, don’t sneeze before stepping out said the house staff, just the one who said the rashes are the appearance of a Devi, specially on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. There is an Indonesian company that even issues to it’s staff a calendar of all the good days in a month, neatly marked, so there are days for financial transactions going out and days for financial transactions coming in. And to beat all the frowners, frowning upon this, that company is still hugely profitable, striking gold, I mean oil in the unlikeliest of locations, blame it on luck. Then there are beliefs in the ancient science of Vaastu. Always caught in the storm of household fights, I literally fell out of my chair when a Vaastu expert told me that a Pooja Room in the South-West means fights amongst family members for no reason. When it tallies with reality I guess you end up having a believer. Of course this Vaastu guy was different from the one I mentioned before who said it doesn’t apply at all in some cases of angles.

    So that brings me back to the question of belief. At this juncture, while I believe in the universe and chant ‘I am so lucky everything works out for me’, courtesy Laura Galebe, the tiktok Influencer who started the Lucky Girl syndrome, I remember how in America everything is awesome and the future is amazing (or so is told, recited rather again and again) till the day is actually awesome and the future truly amazing, the country has been manifesting in time immemorial! The fact that ‘all is well’ is also a very bollywood-inspired manifestation, there is just so much belief in the world out there. What do we believe and who do we believe me wonders. All I can say after putting much thought is that it is satisfying to believe in something for sure, it could be a higher power, the universe, an idol, a chant, or just simply oneself. Believe in the good in the betterment, or even pain as a portal to a reward if its a reward that motivates you. While watching the supermen’s tales or even the magnificence of the son of Vayu the wind God- Hanuman, the belief trumps it all.

  • The Jonases are those whose stunning looks are matched by the worldly sophistication of their lives. They are everywhere keeping up with things, dragging those with them to the climes of international espionage and creating a furor everywhere they go. The conflict fuels them, and gets them in the throes of emotion that provides a joie de vivre. The places to be in are endless, the things to do are endless and in the swirl of high society while the wealthy remain immune becomes heady for the tawdry. So while in simple terms one does not wrestle with the pigs since it makes one dirty and the pig actually enjoys it.

    This last line was unequivocally recited by Dr Balaram Bhargava, a fictional, rather semi-fictional character of the movie “The Vaccine War” he sums up India’s policy as such. While Covaxin was the first indigenous vaccine to be made from scratch by any country, India did achieve a lot in the midst of the crisis. But by taking a stand against those who took unfair advantage and kept the spirit alive to be independent, unsubscribing to toxic policies of hedonistic nations the country had a major win. Rising to the situation, the Indian scientists concocted in record time and for the first time ever something they had never done before. That’s the high and mightiest lesson in working with self-belief, a lesson that various scientists in India from space travel to vaccination have been serving up to the nation time and again over the last couple of years. The naysayers have found their answer and so have the haters, while engaging with them is not the need of the hour, taking a stand is.

    As a Bharatiya, a person from Bharat it is indeed a proud time to be an Indian, one in six people in the world is Indian and that fraction is just going to rise over time. While the simple-minded and high-thinking tribe takes center stage in this country, there is also the milieu who are hoarding up what is necessary to keep the economy boosted. The essence of the country though lies in its simplicity and the wealth of knowledge of the past steeped in self-awareness and self-belief. While no country is inferior to another, everyone marching to the beat of their own drum, and respecting the differences is India’s win, and taking pride in diversity is its intelligence. The best thing about India yet, well that’s definitely not keeping up with the Jonases, it is in fact staying miles away from the Jonases.

    Getting to your dharma with the world watching, in spite of it judging and being firm in the stance got India miles ahead with the vaccine and will continue to get India vastly ahead in all that it undertakes. The attitude is for the win, after all, it is the attitude that claims the altitude.

  • Yesterday I got to meet a very interesting man. Quite old of course and a Vaastu consultant. Enough introduction for an architect to be wary of, but interestingly the man was nothing much to be wary of. When I got home after listening to his views on Vaastu, I googled to find him an author of many books on the same subject and some on life-building views like that of water, again an element used in the science of Vaastu, so not to be surprised of. So I had two plans to show him, printed to a scale easy on the eyes I began explaining the building, the plot, and its orientation. Promptly laughing with a twinkle in the eye, he exclaims that the simplest would be to not go with this. Then as his junior prodded him with the virtues of the site, he agreed to use power pyramids to enhance the issues posed by the ancient building science. And then when I showed him another building on a plot rotated at a precise 45-degree angle he said Vaastu wouldn’t apply to this, as the science of Vaastu needs a corner. For example, North-east needs to be a corner and cannot be in the center of a side. Pushing away the plans he said, do whatever you want for design as the principles he talks best about anyway wouldn’t apply. Then he thought how the city layout would be at such an angle asking where the plot was located. The enlightenment then came that even the location has a vibe, or as he Vaastu and this location was generally good. Rolling up the plans in the jiffy I decided to leave on this good note. But the most interesting part was when he asked me how the earlier dwellers were doing in the first building’s case, and in the other case how the current dwellers were doing, whether on matters of health and wealth. When I confirmed that all was well, then he said, there we go, we have proof, it’s in the building (also in the pudding) and hence it should be okay.

    What generally trumped his words was, much ever we would like to harness the best of this ancient building science, one must be aware of the happenings of space, for at times we may just chance upon a good alignment without even trying for it. If things are going well, we could just let them, be as they are, riding on the wave as curious bystanders and not obsessive controllers. His experience on letting time decide and leaning into the learnings of science beat his need to bring better, the essence of greed by trying to change, reminding me much of a doctor who would know when to operate and an architect who would know when to build. Sometimes a psychologist could well replace a Vaastu consultant and a happy household with an architect! When the elements of the planet come together in a building, the power to harness the power of earth, water, fire and air remains the goal of the architect, and does turning the whole game at an angle of 45 degrees change the power astoundingly that the science does not work? I am bummed, I have seen fortunes change with a change in Vaastu, as I have seen a change in fortune with a change of name or spelling too, but with this insight I am somewhat turning into a non-believer. Perhaps I’d like to call it the art of Vaastu now and not so much science, for the fact that it could spin a no-baller too at some angles! So the advice then remains, if things are fine, let them be and necessitate an action only when required and beneficial, if immune to action then well, do whatever you want. Much like the advice I think the universe would like me to hear at the moment. The man I am referring to is Mr AR Hari, a who’s who in the building ecosystem of Bangalore, who has written several books as google says.

    https://www.google.co.in/search?tbo=p&tbm=bks&q=inauthor:%22A.+R.+Hari%22

  • Apples do not fall from a tree is what I am told. And that is quite true. My son a 5 year old, got a nice poke into his eye by a 10 year old, with a car key and dangerously got red-eyed. The parents, one who did not bother returning calls to hear about her son and the other who vehemently decided not to even question his son about the happenings defending him thoroughly till I decided to ask with finality, made me really question the kind of parents we have in the mix today. An irresponsible child is one, but irresponsible parents with zero empathy for their child’s behavior or even the alacrity to get into what happened is literally the scary world out there. And then Thank God for luck. While I hope my son heals his eye and gets on with life, I really wish life can steer him clear of such kids who’s idea of play is jabbing an eye with a car key. Again ask the father who gives a 10-year-old a car key, or ask me why I allowed kids to sit in a car while standing outside the door.

    Apart from frauding people and then winning social elections after spreading tons of rumors, there is little some people will do to stay in the limelight. And then bask in the glory of being infamously famous is also a type of fame.

    That this should also happen on the same day makes me marvel at what a child observes. At his annual school art show, my son drew supposedly the floor plan of his new house, and as he drew bedrooms, a garden, sky with clouds, it was charming to see him draw stick figures sleeping on the bed and standing on the side. But the best of it all, Nived marking the drawing with measurements! Just like an architectural plan. Now that sealed his deal and the drawing was utterly so cute. The little artists were asked to talk about their drawings and our man gave a complete viva! I was literally transported to my final jury day presenting tomes of drawings to the panel to complete a degree in architecture. The delightful scene had most of us in splits and it was an absolutely wondrous moment. Well we don’t judge books by their covers, but a parent could well be what the child is, for the apple does not fall far from the tree. While Nived hangs around drawing discussions and regularly dabbles with brushes and colors himself, drawing an architectural top view plan in 2d is not what we would expect to see in a milieu of drawings that are filled with the most popular rainbows, butterflies and mountains. The sense of observation even without teaching is palpable. All I need to do now is kick in his ninja reflexes so he can remain quite unharmed!

    While we shape our children, and they shape us, all I hope is that we do not lose the sense of right from wrong owning up when necessary and letting go when necessary.

  • This Diwali I headed to one of the umpteen Diwali parties and picked up some really unexpected life lessons. Just like one should know when to stop eating, one should know when to exit a party, and that too gracefully. Also arriving late is extremely fashionable as the mood of the place is just right to pick up the Diwali vibes, so thats one about timing, there is always a just right in time. But more importantly, lessons came unexpectedly on health and loving the human body. Seeing a transformation in about 45 days, it really seems like we can sculpt and architect our bodies. While the average party goers are notorious for lifestyle issues, the scale of people who are sworn into salads or a workout regime is just growing by the numbers. Dont eat dairy brigades are topped by don’t eat gluten brigades, which are in turn topped by dont eat sugar brigades. Even for the fresh live jalebis, a season favorite, the line goes like pehle aap, pehle aap, just cause one clearly does not want to feast.

    The only feasting that happens is with the eyes and the only eating with the nose or so I surmise. And then there are those that go the whole way forward, giving up on all the food we call festive and lapping up delicious natural fare, thereby guarding their health and in effect wealth. No maida, puts out most the unnecessary, no sugar takes care of the rest. As an alternative to building wealth, the side effect is building health. And in that there is remarkable merit. Smoking became unfashionable since the dum maaro dum era, then sitting became unfashionable in the next era, today a bunch of things are unfashionable as research becomes more fashionable, health does too. This Diwali it seemed more fashionable to be on a research based diet than in the latest Sabyaschi, great for the pocket and for the real estate space of the house. There is obviously more to it that meets the eye, and when one delves deep happiness is then only skin deep, just like beauty.

    This Diwali may Goddess Lakshmi bless you with poorer appetites, an aversion to sugar, a dislike for the consumption of maida, take you far away from manufacturing plants and in corollary a lover of natural plants, a seeker of movement and towards working out if not working and thereby bringing dhan in more ways than one. Happy Diwali!