One of the most wonderful childhood memories that I am emotionally attached to, is religiously listening to the song Mile Sur Mera Tumhara and watching it with immense pride on our black and white television. Oh, how proud I would feel back then, of my India, my country! I still love this song!
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!
One Rupee. I know what you’re thinking: I had the same thoughts as well. “You’d need a LOT of those to buy anything of value. Just one will get you nothing and nowhere.” “Do they even make those any more?” “They’re nothing more than collector’s items now.” There was even that song ‘Aamdani athanni, kharcha rupaiya’, which implied that spending one whole rupee was definitely living beyond your means. Was it really that long ago? I couldn’t immediately think of anything obtainable for a single rupee. I’m well aware that in days gone by, a rupee was a big deal:…