I’ll be honest. I had a writer’s block with scripting a story based on Indians and our waste-saving type of behaviour. After all, I’m a middle-class Indian and I just couldn’t find the parody of us trying to squeeze a little more out of everything. Let me repeat: Everything.
Last week at the mall, submerged under a pile of children’s clothes at a kid’s store, I saw a pink skirt, which would perfectly t my 2-year-old princess. I had the exact same one (well, almost) that my uncle had got for me from a trip abroad. The only difference – I was six then and the dress wouldn’t t me till I was at least eight that was if I ate for three. The one in my hand had an adjusting elastic on the waist (an awesome innovation) – the one in my memory, my granny had to alter…
Every morning brings with it one particular task for all of us (well, most of us) that marks the start of the day and guarantees our mother’s permission to have breakfast, that is, the up-down, swish-swoosh, filling our mouth with froth ritual of brushing our teeth. And one of the key players in this ritual, which is seldom given its due importance due to the presence of several alternatives (applying toothpaste on the finger or reminiscing past with the good old neem twigs), is the object whose hair we put in our mouth, the toothbrush.
You know what is great about being from a middle-class family – the fact that you learn to reuse resources, thereby becoming a silent yet hugely contributing eco-warrior.
Are you celebrating 52 Weeks, 52 Desi Emotions with The Indian Trumpet — all through 2018! Long before social networking arrived on the scene, long before videos were made of what to do with plastic bottles or straws or paper clips or old tyres, long before the word “hack” was coined by the rest of the world, there was Jugaad. So what exactly is Jugaad?
A DIGIT. AN HOUR. A POSITION. A SAVIOUR. AN ASPIRATION. A CURRENCY. A BEGINNING. A MILESTONE. A BLESSING. A LUCKY CHARM. A MINUTE. A REMINDER. A CHOICE. A SECOND. A FIGURE. A DIRECTION. A UNION. A RANK. A GOAL. A DREAM. A NUMBER. Are you celebrating 52 Weeks, 52 Desi Emotions with The Indian Trumpet — all through 2018! Keep blowing the Trumpet! This & many more stories await in the pages!
Ek Anek Aur Ekta or One, Many and Unity, popularly known as Ek Chidiya, Anek Chidyan, was a traditional animated short film released by the Films Division of India (Government of India) in 1974. It was aired on the state-owned Doordarshan, became very popular among children, and won the National Film Award for Best Educational Film. It also received the award for Best Children’s Film in Japan. Considered one of the best examples of ANIMATED storytelling ever produced in India, it’s well remembered by the ’80s generation as a classic illustration of Anekta Mein Ekta.
“Oh no, no, Dipankar,” said the Grand Dame of Culture, slowly shaking her ancient and benevolent head from side to side in pitying condescension as she held him with her glittering eye, “That’s not it at all. Not ‘Duality’: I could never have said ‘Duality’, Dipankar, oh dear me, no. The intrinsic essence of our being here in India is a oneness, yes, a oneness of Being, an ecumenical assimilation of all that pours into this great subcontinent of ours.” She gestured around the drawing room tolerantly, maternally. “It is the unity that governs our souls, here in our ancient…