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A Maharani like none other: Ahalyabhai Holkar

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What an inspiring story is that of the Maratha queen Ahalyabhai Holkar. She is the one credited with rebuilding and restoring of Kasi Viswanath, Mathura, Somnath, Ayodhya among others that were razed to dust by the Islamic barbarians. Aurangzeb the mad dog, razed the original Vishwanath Mandir of Varnasi (aka Kashi/Benaras) in the 17th century CE. Some 40,000 sadhus then sacrificed their lives defending the temple against this ravaging despot. This is how much Hindu blood the muslims drank for centuries. The islamic invaders of India were so infuriated by the sight of faith and aura that resided in our holiest temples that dated back by millennia. They could not believe that nobody cared about their middle eastern cult. They could convert Hindus only by rape or by the point of sword. Babur the first of the Moghuls desecrated Ram Mandir in Ayodhya. Generations later the rabid dog Aurangzeb did not spare a single standing Hindu temple. He went after the most important shrines such as Kashi, Mathura, etc. The effect of muslim Karma you see even today: how the Afghans are living a miserable life. What about Pakistan. Rani Ahalya was phenomenal and far ahead for her times. Educated, her reign lasted for over three decades. Rani Ahalya established dharamshalas for pilgrims throughout India and also rebuilt many of the temples desecrated by the islamic terrorists.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahilyabai_Holkar

The boatman in Kashi narrated to me the legend of the Maharani that led to the resurrection of the Kashi Vishwanath. A pious lady, Ahalya found herself scooping three Shiva Lingas when she was having a ritual bath in the river Narmada. She dropped them back into the river. Then she had a dream prophecy after which she once more found the three Shiva Lingas in the Narmada river. This time, the instruction was clear. She was ‘told’ in her dream to go to Varnasi and reclaim the lost/razed Vishwanath temple. Queen Ahalya went to Kashi. She put the three Lingas in the banks of river Ganga. One did not move but stayed. Rest two she gave away to Ma Ganga. The one we see today is the same Shiva Linga Maharani Ahalya brought from river Narmada, hundreds of kilometers away from the Ganges. The Shiva Linga yielded by Narmada is Swayambu and came direct from Shiva. This is the Kashi Vishwanath we worship ever since. Ahalya made a mandir where the Shiva Linga settled on its own. It was too close to the mosque that Aurangzeb raised over the desecrated original Kashi Vishwanath. Ganga probably swelled upto here during monsoons, especially centuries back. Like all rivers, Ganga too has retreated now to narrow ribbon state giving rise to muddy banks. Ahalyabhai raised once again the Kashi Vishwanath temple following the prophecy. She modeled the temple on one raised by a Maratha king closer.

Another popular version about the whereabouts of Vishwanatha Lingam:

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The original Garbagriha (sanctum sanctorum) was desecrated by Aurangazeb who built the hideous mosque where exactly the original Shiva Linga stood for over 3000 years in the same spot. Given the mammoth size of the Nandhi, you can imagine, how huge the original Kashi Vishwanath must have been. Even today you can see the Nandhi (bull) facing the mosque which is a dead giveaway. In Hindu temples, the Nandhi faces Shiva. Presently the Kashi Viswanath Nandhi overlooks the masjid. Now a court case is on reclaiming the disputed land, with irrefutable evidence provided by the Nandhi. Even monsters like Aurangzeb leave some loopholes in history, as we reckon. What made him not take out the Nandhi is ponderable. Perhaps he wanted Nandhi for his mosque, with the Nandhi paying obeisance to his desert god, gazing at the mosque. Today that single error of his is giving us Hindus wide scope to recover our lost temple. We are the passive, complacent Hindus. We go the legal way. Muslims live pathetic lives in many countries where they are majority. As a goodwill measure, why can’t the Indian muslims handover the original historic holy shrines of Hindus back to us. This is Hindu India where Dharma is our culture.

Rani Ahalya rebuilt many more temples including Ayodhya and Mathura, the birth places of Lord Ram and Lord Krishna that were also ransacked by the muslim marauders. The islamic way of life is plunder, thievery and bloody murder. They had no ethics, no culture. Even the arab countries that are seeing oil wealth today were historically pirates only who waylaid maritime vessels in the high seas and looted merchants. Every mosque in India thus stands on desecrated Hindu temples only. Somnath was raided for over 14 times as it was the richest temple of India then. India was the richest country in the world with most advanced civilization, culture and heritage. With the conquest, the islamic marauders razed everything to dust and decamped with diamonds and gold jewelry just the way they burnt down ancient India’s Nalanda university to ashes destroying tens of thousands of priceless manuscripts that put Bharat back by centuries.

Ahilyabai Holkar, the Maratha Queen like no other who constructed and restored Hindu temples which stand tall even today

The congress deshdrohis inflicted unspeakable damage on Hindus even as late as Narasimha Rao’s time:

Let us hope that Vishwanath reclaims the Gyanvapi mosque which is originally His. The people of Kashi are pained and have been living with the trauma for generations. No Hindu family in Kashi is able to digest the mosque in the Hindu holy shrine. They have been told the bloody story by their great grandparents and grandparents. As you do ‘pradakshina’ (circumambulation) in Kashi Viswanath, as the mosque looms larger in the background, your blood boils.

As it turned out, Aurangzeb realized his folly much later in life. Probably he had a premonition that Karma would be catching up with the muslim invaders soon. After him the Moghul dynasty started nosediving as the Marathas were gaining upperhand. Had the British not arrived, the Marathas would have reclaimed entire India and reconverted many muslim converts. Belatedly like a penance, Aurangzeb raised a dozen Hindu temples in compensation for the heinous and blasphemous crimes he committed. But his repentance came too late. By then the irreversible damage was done. Rest is history as we bear witness to how the west pounds the islamic nations rendering them to dust.

Compared to muslims, the British feared touching Hindu temples. Many British actually worshipped at Hindu temples and became ardent devotees. The legend of ‘Eri Katha Ramar’ temple is well documented for instance.

There is a ghat that goes by Ahalya’s name until today in Kashi. Of the 84 ghats that dot the Ganga, there are those named after Raja Ranjit Singh etc. Many Hindu kings were patrons of our temples who contributed richly to building of our temples. Our dharamshalas were dorms that were free guesthouses for pilgrims visiting from all across India.

Some snippets from Ahalya’s life:

  • Widowed at 29, she was stopped from committing ‘sati’ – the Hindu custom of throwing oneself into the funeral pyre of the husband when widowed, by her father-in-law. Hindus live like the albatrosses. Whereas even in 50s, the muslim and christian men and women are looking for dating. Ahalya never remarried, being so young and rich and born a princess. In Islam, such a princess must have remarried a dozen times to different men begetting sons and daughters from different men.
  • Home schooled. Traveled across the length and breadth of India when there were no roads or efficient modes of transport.
  • Able administrator and warrior princess who led the battalion from forefront that won respect from the British.

Imagine how sick Kareena and Saif must be to name their son Timur.

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Gomudra is odourless and bitter.

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Got to sample Gomudra, the cow urine, during my recent temple tour to the Kumbakonam-Mayavaram belt. We Hindus normally do ‘prokshanam’ (one or two drops on our head) with river water or sea water or cow urine for cleansing (if not bathing). But there are friends of mine who may gulp down a glass of gomudra (!) without batting their eye lids – for their medicinal properties (as well as spiritual). As per Hindu culture and traditions and as per Ayurveda, the Hindu medicine system, gomudra is anti-cancer and has potential to cure many severely debilitating diseases and improve our immunity at the same time. So then came the Americans who as usual patented the cow urine benefits stealing one more Hindu practice and announcing it to the world that it is their discovery. What Hindus have been observing for thousands of years is just like that American invention now. So much has been stolen from our Vedas and claimed to be invention by Europeans and Americans, so what is this really. First they ridicule you, then they study your works and ways of life and then they present it as research papers and patent Asian ways. I have to add here that the NRI Americans are the No.1 culprits who are good at backstabbing India.

Anyway, Gomudra did not have odour! It tasted bitter. I just had a gulp that’s all. More than that I could not manage. Walking on barefoot on the goshala (cow shed floors), I was asked not even to wash my foot or my hands (after handling the gomudra stainless steel tumbler that had stains). I didn’t. The very old caretaker and his wife who took care of the goshala asked us not to rinse our hands and retain the goodness as long as possible. I believe in ancient Hindu wisdom. A motherless calf won my heart. We fed heartily the cow mothers and calves and even one or two bulls, all pure Indian strains.

Temple Tanks: the best Rainwater Harvest Systems of Chennai

A Hindu temple is a complete eco-system supporting goshalas (cow sheds), gardens with stala vrukshas (maintained gardens with local tree as flagship tree for the temple), performing stages for artistes such as vocalits, instrumentalists and dancers, sales counters for holy items such as rudraksha (prayer beads) etc., madappalli (kitchens where Neivedya (food for offering) may be prepared for the Gods and later for the ‘Prasad’ to be distributed to devotees), dining halls for free lunch for devotees (financed from temple collections/donations). In front of the temple or within temple complexes will be one or two or even three water tanks with steps from four sides leading to the water, minimum an acre in size. This is how ancient Hindus raised their temples: acres huge with a life on their own. The ancient Hindu temples boasted of a self-sustaining economy with trades executed within the temple walls. The temples even had granaries/barns within them.The temples had four grand entrances with towers raising to several hundred feet with marvellous architecture in four different streets east, west, north, south. Jewelry of the gods and goddesses invited the moslem invaders and the British who engaged in mindless looting and destruction. Even today many ancient temples down south stand erect, easily thousand to two thousand years old. They still function to be repository of vast information and wealth. The intrinsic wealth of India even after centuries of onslaught by the muslims and by the British cannot be estimated in figures. One has to see it to believe it. You need years to undertake a complete tour of the ancient Hindu temples of India. The bronze and gold and ‘panchaloka’ figurines themselves along with stone sculptures cannot be given a price tag. And imagine, this is after the destruction of everything Hindu for centuries by muslim invaders. The British simply shipped so much of our Hindu wealth including gems and jewelry and sculptures to Britain. Yes, including the Kohinoor diamond that belongs to Badrakali, the fierce goddess of Warangal. Whoever stole the gemstone from her will stand to be destroyed. This is why Queen Elizabeth never wore it. UK will become the first European caliphate within a century.

North is left with hardly a grand temple structure because the moslems razed everything Hindu to dust. Taj Mahal is believed to be a razed Hindu marble temple typical of north, going by name Tejo Shivalaya. It has a kumbh sitting atop and it has water in the front, which is synonymous with Hindu temples. Qutb Minar in Delhi still has Hindu temple pillars standing and supporting the islamic place. Every single Hindu temple was struck down by islamists who raised their mosques and worse still, mausoleums over the rubbles. But look at Afghanistan now. Look at Islamic nations in general. Karma.

Without ablutions, devotees were never allowed into temples until a century or two ago. You had to take the mandatory shower and enter the temple sanctum only in wet clothes. Which is why, Hindu temples were always located by sea side or river side. Even so, they came with the customary water tank holdings that improved underground water levels in the surrounding areas and served as storage in summers. For instance, the city of Chennai alone has at least 15 one acre water tanks attached to Hindu temples, each storing valuable rain water harvest and recharging the ground water table of Chennai. This is why I as well as fellow Hindus never hesitate when it comes to taking a sip of the cow urine from our temple goshalas or even outside it. Our forefathers knew what they did. The Indian cow milk is also rich with A2 minerals, something not found in the Jerseys or other strains from Europe. Next to mothers’ milk, only A2 milk can be digestible to newborn babies and can be used as a substitute. Hindus never introduce babies to A1 or the buffalo milk until 2 or 3 years as family practice. Now A2 is also patented by America and A2 milk is sold in cartons. Every single Indian cattle genetic line is fused with European bulls ensuring maximum destruction of A2 productivity in Asian nations. Already we are at the stage where an Indian cow cannot reproduce on her own but can only be impregnated via IVF with the semen from the imported Jersey bull. Not only India, every other Asian nation is caught in this trap. America and Europe produce only A1 milk whereas A2 milk helps in brain growth and is supposed to be a reason for the children’s smartness in India. Tamil Nadu, my home state, fought a terrible battle against PETA, etc., to retain certain local customs that engaged in bull racing but protected and stopped the native strains from going to extinction. The foreign NGOs had imposed a court ban on Indian traditional life, how is this?! We in India try our maximum to save native breeds of cattle apart from saving native food grains and seeds without contamination from the western strains imported from America or Europe.

Cow urine has been granted US Patents (No. 6,896,907 and 6,410,059) for its medicinal properties, particularly as a bioenhancer and as an antibiotic, antifungal and anticancer agent.

This is intellectual theft in broad daylight from Hindus who have been saying this for thousands of years. India never cared for patents because we believe, we have no need as this is our natural way of life for centuries, millennia – until the Europeans and Americans came along and started patenting everything native and Hindu as theirs! Lost a lot and losing lot more. Lost neem patent for poxes, lost some herbal patents for jaundice, etc., etc. Now we cough up in dollars to the international pharmaceuticals that sell us in capsules our own formula. India is fighting a losing battle.

Very recent addition to the list is the Turmeric latte sold by Starbucks. While it is everyday Indian bedtime drink, I don’t think Starbucks ever attributed the recipe to Hindus/Indians. Especially in winters or when we run a cold or sore throat, having a hot mug of turmeric milk, with or without ground peppercorn added, is our typical home remedy. Turmeric is added to every single Indian recipe and there is simply no Indian cuisine without turmeric. Now world knows Turmeric latte as American/Starbucks’ invention.

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‘Work from home’ will not make a CEO out of anyone.

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Sometime back Shri. Narayana Murthy, the Infosys founder, came out strongly against the WFH/Hybrid culture that is gaining grounds not only in India but around the world. Working from home started in a big way from Covid times even if it existed minimally from earlier. A friend of mine has been working from home for a multinational IT company in Bangalore for over twenty years now, due to family circumstances. WFH is not entirely a new or strange concept. But those who engaged in WFH formerly, already had a sound working experience in office environs. They reached a point where WFR made no difference to their productivity or output. Career-wise they probably peaked and had lengthiest service behind them, looking forward to retirement in near future. Whereas the new crop of WFH have no idea what it is to work for an organization and as a unit and build an institution together. They worked like individual islands with least co-ordination. They may fail to get the overall picture. Work-life balance is fine but that shall get you nowhere. THERE IS SIMPLY NO SHORT-CUT TO SUCCESS. You don’t become a CEO overnight. Nobody who became one worked from home. Those who made it to the top slogged in office buildings for 17-18 hours per day to reach the spot where they are today. I can’t help agreeing with Murthy. Murthy also came down heavily against the so-called ‘moonlighting’ by WFH staff whose integrity and loyalty to their paymasters took a beating with their growing greed for making it bigger and better in shorter duration. The very ethics and work morals of the working people became a question mark. There have been instances of WFH guys getting thrown out of their jobs when it was discovered that they divided their loyalty with more than one employer at a time with moonlighting practice. Working in office with co-staff gave one the discipline and transparency and motivation to work harder and achieve common goals and targets. Working in tandem resulted in improved growth parameters. That is what made leaders in the corporate world. The very human touch is absent in WFH environment. So if you consider yourself a CEO material, stay focused and work harder. The words of the founder and mentor of the first Indian corporate to get listed in NASDAQ are not to be taken lightly. They are of profound wisdom from rich working culture bred from ethics and values and morals that are found lacking in current generation. These are the bricks that build the foundation for a strong and healthy nation. WFH/Hybrid culture may work out anywhere but not in India.

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Vande Bharat: At What Cost.

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Imagine climbing up a flight of stairs – some 20 steep steps – from platform 9, walking over the footbridge and then descending down another 20 with your travel bags wheeled or unwheeled, shopping bags, handbag, etc., etc. by morning 4 am when not a single porter is around. That is how I recently got to Egmore station exit after alighting from my train. Egmore, Chennai is the second main railway station in the city after only to Chennai Central. All the trains to the state start from Egmore. Other state trains start running from Central. Egmore is also where Chennai Metro converges at underground level with Egmore railways station. So essentially we have two railway systems in the city converging at Egmore where passengers interchange trains/stations depending on their destinations. That makes Egmore railway station a hotspot.

There is a single elevator and a single elevator at service on one far end in Egmore (at the side entrance) but even they work only upto reaching the level of footbridge. From the footbridge to the train platform, you have to haul your luggage, no other go. And most importantly you can avail of either facility only when you go to Egmore to board a train for your onward journey. Both are not available when you are on return to Chennai and are unlucky enough to disembark at far-off platforms wherefrom you cannot walk out without climbing up and down flights of stairs. The plight of the elderly who have already spent tiring hours traveling by train is pathetic. No question of the station being disabled-friendly. So when you don’t take care of the basics, what is the need to go for Vande Bharat first of all. I have boarded the same Vande Bharat o Madurai CONVENIENTLY FROM PLATFORM 1 or 2 that don’t need you to sweat it out. Chennai is the state capital and if one of the two main railways stations in the city must be lacking fundamental amenities for passengers, then why do we need Vande Bharat at all.

My only solace was that, I carried 20 kg suitcase of mine, my shopping bags and my handbag all together up 20 steep steps and down again to catch a cab back home. I heaved for breath but I made it in single piece which means my heart must be ok! But this is a poor excuse to pardon the railways department for failing commuters grandly in basic and important matters which make them unreliable. This is not just gross negligence, this is the habitual apathy of our government that’s all. Most of us in my age band have life conditions such as blood pressure and diabetes. I am not used to hauling weights as well. I was worried really how my heart would take it. Up the stairs meant that I had to physically lift my luggage and could not drag it. Railways department puts those like me to unnecessary hardship. If this is the scenario in Chennai, think about the state of affairs in tier 2, tier 3 cities and towns.

This is why I am against modernization of Indian railways. Luxury can wait. First cater to the basics. Build more paid lavatories in the junctions which is more important. Every single railway station in India must have an escalator and an elevator both ways up and down connecting the two ends of the footbridge. The upper middle class of India can fly out easily. The Indian railways is for the middle classes and lower middle classes. This is why Indian railways must NEVER be privatized. There is more need for added essential/vital amenities at our railways stations and junctions than for the superfast and sleek Vande Bharat series of trains. And to give the best accessible platform to Vande Bharat trains is another sad reality. It is also alleged that to maintain time for Vande Bharat express trains, other trains meant for the general janata are put on hold at signals. Having traveled by Vande Bharat to Madurai, I appreciate the service. But overt focus on sophistication of Indian railways may be diverting funds meant for upgrade of the services and amenities meant for the welfare and comfort of the masses.

Indian government must focus on improving the quality of life for the man in the street not for our creamy classes at the expense of middle classes. So are the middle classes only your vote bank who don’t deserve to be treated better? Who is the tax evader? The business communities fudge figures not the salaried middle classes who have nothing to hide. Its the elite of India who run a parallel black money market, not the hardworking and honest and transparent tax paying middle classes. Hoping to see what is necessary done at our Egmore station in near future. I am tagging PMO, PM, INDIAN RAILWAYS.

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My respect for Wilbur Smith plummeted after reading his autobiography.

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‘On Leopard Rock’ must have been posthumously published in Smith’s name. It is his autobiography. As a couple of his works as published/written/completed by third person after his lifetime, my favourite author’s lifestory also disappointed me thoroughly . I think its high time AUTHORS STOP AUTHORIZING ANYONE TO PUBLISH BOOKS IN THEIR NAMES AFTER THEIR LIFETIME. This is because I am sure, if the author may be around, he/she would be editing the manuscript until the nth moment. They may retract their earlier opinions, they may add more to the subject. Plus the pseudonyms of the fictions completed by third parties on behalf of original authors give away themselves. However in this case, my disappointment has got to do more with the author’s lifestyle.

Its true we must not associate the authors with what they preach in their books. Before coming to the subject, let me record here what I liked about Smith’s story. I liked his determination, self-confidence bordering on overconfidence! His fluid imagination and ease of language. His prose like none other! He chartered his own path and remained offbeat throughout his career. His AUTHENTICITY matters to me most. He wrote ONLY FROM HIS PERSONAL EXPERIENCES drawing very little or almost nothing from outside resources. This Smith reiterates in the last many pages of his book: of how it is important for writers to be AUTHENTIC AND PARSIMONIOUS – which means NOT DEPENDING ON INFORMATION SOURCES to build up stories. I think its a big takeaway for all aspiring authors. For me, even if I am just an amateur blogger, its a very useful tip. Even otherwise I don’t lift others’ ideas. But plagiarism is a big headache I know. There are quite a few who may want to slip into others’ shoes faking identities! The originals keep it low! One more thing: being parsimonious means keeping your resources limited, which is kind of akin to being authentic. Here and there you can quote and unquote but nothing more than that passing reference. We simply cannot hijack others’ imagination and intuitivity as our own. Only living a well traveled life and drawing from the experience of the deep well called life can lend your writing the stamp of authenticity.

Secondly I liked the zest for life in the author: how from fishing for marlin in the Atlantic/Pacific to salmon in Alaska, to hunting the king of the jungle lion (in self defence) and from skiing to snorkelling, Smith left no stone unturned when it came to living life to its fullest is awesome. This kind of spirit is infectious. It proves how successful he was around the world that enabled him to live life kingsize. Why he even owned a piece of exotic island in the Seychelles! Got himself a fourth wife half his age! But there stops the admiration for Wilbur Smith the adventurous author for me.

For all the African love that Smith professes and showcased in his works, and for the way he grew up and drank Africa literally, I wish he had done something more to Africa. It looks like he consumed every single penny he made – as connoisseur of choicest wine to big shopper and world class traveler that he was. True, creative people need an alcove to bury themselves in to discover themselves. Still how really empty and hollow his lifestyle sounds to my ears after all his heroics with words. From someone who talks too much, you expect REAL SUBSTANCE IN LIFE. Its not just Smith. Many artistes disappoint us with their actual persona when they cannot measure up to the image they create in the public mind with their works. Their selfishness bores you and saddens you after a point. Its I, Me, Myself out and out. Absolutely zero empathy for any cause. How Smith sounds almost uncaring when writing about apartheid in South Africa appears callous to me. But cleverly he seems to balance it with his reference to kinship with Mandela and at the same time Jon Botha who he incredulously credits with easing the racist policies. He never seems to take a side. He must have been one very politically correct fellow who bothered about only one thing: his name and fame and money. He though seems to have learnt his lesson rubbing shoulders with celebrities of America. In short, there seems to have been the big void of SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY IN WILBUR SMITH that sounds sorely disappointing.

Until he lived, I had not a single book of his unread. Post his demise, I found that the book published in his name WAS NOT REALLY HIS. Couldn’t have been. Someone killed it. May be a hired author. Or may be a similar author who was writing for a fee his autobiography from notes/manuscripts left behind, left out some good portions that would have shown Wilbur Smith as a better man, a compassionate, empathetic human being.

What always gets on my nerves is how these Brits hunted down virtually most of the stunning wildlife of Africa, India etc. In India, an Englishman drove herds of elephants into ambush and killed over 330 Indian wild elephants in one single day with rifle shots. Its a historical record. Today it is these people who are lecturing the world on conservation. The damage done to Africa is worse. The way Smith talks about his landed estate in Africa also got under my skin. Whose bloody property! Finally he seems to have moved to UK – which sounded good. And look, who is talking about immigration these days.

I respect knowledge, sense of adventure, skills, mastery of arts and sciences etc. But those who don’t have these abilities are in no way less. Its not an open invite for the bolder ones to go and conquer rest of the world. By the same law, reverse immigration is taking place now as Africans and Asians are pouring into Europe and America – in the age of passport and visa. Nature will balance everything and restore the equilibrium. Course correction will happen, whether we like it or not.

All said, the Smith characters are etched in my heart: especially Taita. Thanks to him, I am more and practically educated! Read his books years and years back so I don’t remember details. Incidentally, his first books is what I read first of his as well: When the lion feeds. Sean Courtney is someone I can never forget in my life! Almost fell in love with him in my younger age – never mind he is fictional!

I grew up adoring Smith which is why his lifestyle to me is a big disappointment. I expected him to live a more fruitful life that would have benefited humanity in some way other than by way of his writing. Social responsibility must be the basic commitment for individuals who may be highly influential in any society. When I wrote a review on one of his books ‘the Seventh scroll’ on Egypt, I had an uncanny feeling that Smith read that. I saw many hits from South Africa and UK. There were repeated hits going on for days. I can’t explain how or why. I just knew in my heart that Smith read my review. I think I got a mail also from his office or whoever, may be his agent, asking how much I liked Smith. I don’t remember because in those days, my son was in standard 12 or Engineering I think, so I paid least attention to these things. In fact even Jeffrey Archer was in Landmark signing his books. I didn’t go because I had to cook and do puja at home! Now I can’t believe I did that! But at that point of time, home came first always! I don’t remember what I did with the mail about Smith. Whether even I replied, I am not sure. But that confirmed to me that somehow he must have come across my review and that he read it personally. To my knowledge, he remained a very tech savvy person updating himself on all frontiers. His demise also I was aware of. It was well reported in Indian print media. With Seventh scroll, I always believe in my heart that my lifetime favourite author read my review and probably thought of me for a second!

I can’t help smiling at Wilbur Smith writing about Taita wanting to plant himself somewhere in the picture, portraying himself quintessentially in his murals to mark his place in eternity.  Isn’t the author doing the same with frequent reference to himself on many occasions in the book?!  Perhaps Wilbur Smith thinks he is the modern day Taita.  His vivid imagination and detailing of things is spellbinding.  Its like i was seeing a 3D picture!  I have loved each and everyone of his books right from day one and so ‘The Seventh scroll’ also lived up to my expectation.

This is part of my review and somehow I believe right now that this inspired Smith to refer to himself as Taita in his autobiography! Like, he is confirming my suspicion!

Anyway a life lived too well, exuberantly! All round! Nothing lacking really. What an amazing amazing life filled with adventure and good fortune and creativity and sheer happiness and contentment! For this I have to hand a trophy to Wilbur Smith posthumously! Gifted author, gifted human being. One in many billions. Lucky. Old and limited edition. They don’t come like this any more.

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Difference between Bollywood heroes & South Indian superstars.

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Where is your social responsibility SHAH RUKH KHAN. Are you not ashamed of yourself. Where is yours ALIA BHAT. SHAME ON YOU GUYS! Women in Dharawi are better than you and live with honour. Whatever they engage in, its for a decent square meal a day.

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WAtching for the umpteenth time a commercial featuring Shah Rukh Khan, Ajay Devgan and Akshay Kumar endorsing a paan gutka Vimal (Elaichi/Kesar) (chewable, TOBACCO with Indian flavours), and Ranveer Singh promoting openly Royal Stag (liquor) brand it struck me that NOT A SINGLE TAMIL HERO LIKE RAJNI KANTH OR KAMAL HASAN OR EVEN OTHERS LIKE VIJAY OR AJITH OR VIJAY SETHUPATHI OR SIMBU OR SIVA KARTHIKEYAN OR SIVAKUMAR (OLDER GEN) etc., endorsed any product especially tobacco or alcohol in their life time. Only Abbas who was a flop Tamil hero appeared in Harpic ad for years. For unemployment reasons, he reportedly moved downunder to NZ where he works 9 to 5 to make ends meet. Making it so big in their careers as superstars for 3 generations, none of the Tamil actors ever took to earn from commercials (including NON TOBACCO/ALCOHOL FMCG products) or from too many stage shows overseas or from dancing in hifi weddings like Bollywood heroes do for the right price. From Aishwarya Rai to Shahrukh Khan everyone entertained guests with Bollywood dance moves at Lakshmi Mittal daughter’s wedding some fifteen years back – and that was just one show. The wedding goes down Guinness records as most expensive one in world history, for the wealthiest man Mittal is. How many commercials starring Amitabh Bachchan. If SRK is the richest star in India, it is because he is not making a life out of cinema alone. Brand endorsements pay bigtime. Shows abroad and gracing weddings shaking a leg may comprise a good percentage of the revenues of these Hindi superstars. None of the Tamil heroes sold their soul that way but stuck to only their business – or in this case, their occupation. Nobody wears makeup in real life – 99% of them. They don’t have an image to protect at all. Rajni Kanth is down to earth simple, clad in white dhoti and brazenly appearing with a full bald head for decades now in public. He is our reigning superstar since the 1970s. Money and more money can be made anyway. But to have principles in life and to follow them under whatever conditions is something very different and difficult. Only Mallu hero Mamooty I have watched in a dhoti commercial. A rare endorsement. Otherwise extremely rare to spot any south Indian hero in commercials endorsing brands. Or dance in stage shows selling tickets. IN shows, their mere presence can do the trick for them. Their speeches draw the fans to them. Such a picture of dignity. What is the point in shaving the chest hair and going for sculpting your face and hair transplants over an age. Aging with dignity is class. Plus the public must be taught to accept even the superheroes the way they are. That way the masses can disconnect the actual man from the filmy hero and won’t get carried away by useless fantasies. Same applies for Bollywood heroines like Kareena and now even Alia Bhat featuring in commercials. ALIA, A YOUNG MOTHER, PROMOTING ROYAL STAG OR WHATEVER BRAND OF LIQUOR IS SHOCKING! Never watched a single south Indian heroine sell a product and worst of all alcohol. Well, THIS IS NOT COOL! Its easy to say that our heroines are duskiest and may not appeal to the national audience which is untrue. DArk skin tone is favoured down south. Over a point, whether you have 2 billion or 3 billion doesn’t matter. The more you endorse paan for the youth of India in cricket season making a killing, the more you can expect your kid to to do drugs in luxury yacht anchored off Mumbai coast. The fortune made from the paan will come in handy to bail out the son caught doping, is it not so Shahrukh? Tell me please. We have a word for this: Karma. Rajnikanth used to be popular for his cigarette tricks. But when he learnt that youth followed him, he stopped appearing smoking in public and never acted another scene showing him smoking on screen. The greed of the Bollywood superstars never ceases to amaze me. Not to forget that they were all spotted in company of the D gang in Sharjah matches. Such a criminal mafia nexus. All that they are making out of their films and film rights and shows don’t seem to satisfy the Bollywood heroes. They have to endorse the tobacco, liquor and if permitted even dope who knows to make a little extra even as a bad influence on Indian youth who follow and mimic them in every way, not just in clothes or hairstyle. SHAHRUKH KHAN do you even have an ounce of shame or social responsibility.

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MINTING MILLIONS AND MILLIONS. IS THERE SOMETHING REMARKABLE AND THAT WOULD GO INTO HISTORY BY WAY OF CHARITABLE ACT, UNDERTAKEN BY SHAHRUKH KHAN. NO, NEVER. NEVER IN THE PAST, NEVER IN FUTURE.

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Cricket: Virat scripts history!

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Virat Kohli of India surpassed compatriot Sachin Tendulkar’s world record of scoring highest nos of centuries in ODIs in the semi finals between India and New Zealand played at Wankhade stadium, Mumbai. What a win for the hosts as both Virat and Shreyas Iyer scored a ton each for India to set a formidable target for the guests. It was still reachable. Had Mitchell stayed at the crease and if only Ravindra Jadeja had dropped one of those three crucial catches off Mohammad Shami, the team still would have stood a good chance giving India a tough fight to make it to the final. Shami was the Player of the match. Anyway good cricket was played out today. I wouldn’t have really minded had India lost. Losing to a team like New Zealand is an honour. Going down fighting is noble. That is how the match played out. There is a complaint that India asked for change of pitch. So far as both the teams settled for and played at the same pitch, it must be of least consequence. Cricket is a gentleman’s game. You must be more concerned about the ‘timed out’ wicket claimed by Bangladesh against Sri Lanka. I am giving here some snatches: a copy & paste job from Google search results:

Why Matthews timed out?

The umpires determined that Mathews was not ready to face the ball within that two-minute allowance. He subsequently suffered an issue with his helmet, causing further delay,” the MCC stated. The MCC ruled that Mathews had not informed the umpires about the helmet change within the two-minute allowance.

What happened between Sri Lanka and Bangladesh match?

Sri Lanka players refuse handshake after Bangladesh win

As soon as Bangladesh got the winning runs via leg byes in the 42nd over, the Sri Lanka players shook hands with the umpires and walked off. They refused to shake hands with the Bangladesh batters – Tanzim Hasan Sakib and Towhid Hridoy – in the middle.

Has anyone ever been timed out?

The only player in any form of international cricket to be dismissed by being timed out is Sri Lankan Angelo Mathews in a group stage match against Bangladesh during the 2023 Cricket World Cup in Delhi on 6th November.

Shakib and Mathews have their say on controversial dismissal after Bangladesh claim three-wicket win

Angelo Mathews has labelled Bangladesh captain Shakib Al Hasan “disgraceful” following the Sri Lanka skipper’s timed out dismissal and his side’s exit from the ODI World Cup.

Shakib triggered a debate on the spirit of cricket before smashing a rapid 82 in the Tigers’ three-wicket victory, which eliminated Sri Lanka from the tournament with a match still to play.

Allrounder Shakib collaborated in a 169-run stand with Najmul Hossain Shanto (90) to help Bangladesh chase down a 280-run victory target in 41.1 overs on Monday.

Read about being ‘Mankaded!’ Well, no comments.

Anushka was sitting pretty in the stands in her breezy dress absolutely delighted by the way Kohli went after his world record. It was a treat to watch her reactions. She blew a flying kiss at Virat on his 50th ton in one day internationals that he promptly returned! This husband-wife chemistry and lovestory is so enchanting. It underscores what we must never allow to dim in our lives: the spark of romance in our marriage as we age. The star-studded stadium was packed to the hilt. Noticeable VIP: Nita Ambani, casual and elegant once again plus none other than the one and only DAVID BECKHAM!

Shami smashed another record hauling 7 wickets in a single ODI match in world cup.

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Review: Kamalakshi (Music-Dance Drama)

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I’ve never penned a review hot, hot. A first time for me. Forgive me for errors because I am not any authority in classical music or dance forms of INdia inspite of having touched the Veena for a few years of my early life (that I failed to capitalize on owing to family conditions). Anyway here it is:

Today is Aippasi Pournami and we have Annibhishegham in all Shiva temples across India. So I dashed to my street temple, had a peek at Him when the veil was lifted for a second by the archaka and made it in time to the musical dance drama in Naradagana Sabha this evening titled ‘Kamalakshi.’ But not before stopping at my tailor’s. Its rare for those like me to go straight to destination without getting fatigued running some errands on way to anywhere! So when I arrived, the hall was full already and I had to search for a seat. But I guess I probably missed only the opening scene – because time then was still only 6.35. Or may be I missed nothing and that was the opening.

Being a Mylaporean, I grew up watching live stage dramas in RR Sabha, Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan, Mylapore Fine Arts etc., as my parents were members of these sabhas. We attended year round most cultural events. Our house was also in proximity to Kapaleeshwara and Valleeshwara temples which meant we listened to free kutcheris (Karnatic concerts) round the year. Rarely had the treat of watching even those like Ilayaraja and K J Yesudas I think. So my affinity for stage dramas in Tamil is so much. My last live stage play was in Rani Seethai Hall, in Parrys corner, Chennai screened by Crazy Mohan (I think) (or SV Shekhar) and that was before I married! So imagine, watching a play after over 30 years! Live! Dance drama is something that my school specialized in. It was a permanent feature in our annual day and cultural day. So I am also kind of familiar with this art form of merging Bharatnatyam with Karnatic music. The pioneer award actually must go to my school as I have watched almost everything from Dasavatharam to Ramayana, Mahabharat, Nala-Damayanthi and other sub =stories etc., from younger years. In fact this is the main reason I wanted to watch the show today. It was like returning to my roots. So many memories flashed back from my teens in Mylapore.

Still I was not prepared for the quality entertainment that enriched my soul treating every sense of mine to finest art this evening. The music-dance drama exceeded my expectations. Kamalakshi is the best that could have happened to the evolving traditional art scene in Chennai in recent times. Even for laywoman like me, the kritis flowed like nectar to ears. I counted upto four: Thyagaraja yoga vaibhavam, Sri Kamalambike (Shree ragam), Teruvil varuvano , Hiranmayeem Lakshmim (raag: Lalitha). I am having problem recalling the one on Thyagesa, a rare one. Its ‘ruchelu?’ New to me. The Shringara rasam is always magnetic over the Bhakthi rasam is it not? The live renderings were awesome by Sikkil Gurucharan. I am listening to him in last one year only. This is why I would want to go for stage shows as well. They are way too different from recorded You tube uploads. You tube hardly does justice to a classical artiste. Unless Gurucharan’s kind of Bhakthi is there for Devi, art makes no sense to me. His bharatnatyam consort (!) I mean the dancing partner Sumitra Nithin was equally good but I must admit I am blank both on Carnatic and Bharatnatyam. Not exactly qualified to do this review but then this is my blog and its entirely upto me what to do and what not to do here! Standing ovation to entire cast who were so natural on stage. Every single character stood out in performance carving a niche for himself/herself. Neela’s rendering was equally great. I liked her slightly husky voice that sounded a bit like Harini. I prefer that kind of throaty voice to too very sweet tones like KS Chitra for instance. The dictionldialogue delivery of the play got me: crystal clear without a confusion. No mix-ups, picture perfect – which means terrific practice. I wouldn’t give any other reason for success. The length of the play was that of a celluloid flick: running just a little over 2 hours. Some editing can help.

The plot was predictable and as such looked like a lift from Thillana Mohanambal or it could be the other way around: it is possible that the 60s classic cult Tamil picture was based on Kamalakshi (if the legend is true). The destiny of Devadasis! But in real life I knew a family. They were originally from Thirumullaivoyal. When the system was legally abolished during the time of independence, the daughter of the family who lived to a hundred years married a wealthy cardiac surgeon in those days. The late matron left behind dozens of beautiful daughters, granddaughters and great granddaughters highly accomplished and serving as doctors and software engineers in India, Malaysia, UK and the US. They are all classic beauties even today. You have to watch their body language. Strangely not a single male progeny for generations in that family! Nobody would believe their roots today but my family (parents and in-laws) alone is privy to their origins. Sincerely it is not a shame at all and I do regret that they have to still hide their origins. Whatever remains of them as of now as family in the city is stinking rich, but class. They maintain a low profile but their past history hardly matters in present day context. What now I am remember is that the grandma of the family got bunch of season tickets for December Music festival of Chennai for decades, driving from one sabha to another. It made sense to me only when I grew older.

Pat on the back to the Mirasudhar who captivated the audience with his stellar performance. Although the play was in English language, the accent was so Tamil that I believed it was Tamil almost! A word on settings and lightings: muted and subtle appealing to your finer senses, no wonder because PC Ramakrishnan was behind the scenes literally! Smooth transition of the stage scenes with no hick-ups. The Thiruvarur sannadhi set looked surreal – I mean too real! Took very little but added precious backdrop to the drama. Acoustics weren’t to be left behind. Good audio infused the much needed life to the programme. Just the right frequency so as not to screech at your ears or echo.

Of course, I hope to be in Thiruvarur before the end of this year. The cross-legged Kamalamba is my all time favourite. I do notice the Yogic poses of our deities. My Lalitha dangles Her left leg and has Her right folded. Mookambika and Kamakshi sit in lotus pose. Bhuvaneshwari has Her right leg dangling and left folded! Kamalamba is the only one with that curious Yogic posture of Hers. My other favourite is Badra Kali. I don’t curse but I tell my Kali always this: whoever harasses a woman, write down his Karma like he watched his mother changing! To that extent, I converse with my Devis/deities. I feel the goosebumps, vibes at opportune moments for decades now.

I wasted a ticket that I was to gift my friend who is into classical. Very recently she even flew to Trivandrum to watch a live concert in Navratri Mandapam. But she took ill so couldn’t attend. I wish she had because she is an exponent in Carnatic. And she is precisely someone who could have given the technical comment. I am just a connoisseur of good art – classical that is. I am sick of commercial cinema that is going third rate. Maintaining uncompromising standards is also important in a society but I do agree, masses need their share of entertainment too.

Delighted to find the auditorium packed. Still shocked to observe people packing bonda after bonda into their mouths when the screens were down and even when I entered the sabha! Had i had a friend, I would also have nibbled at a bonda over a cuppa! Missed my friend Sundu really.

I want to close the post sharing the strongest vibe that I felt in the climax. Only Shakta followers can get me. When Kamalakshi drops lifeless swirling to Sivaguru’s vocal in the sanctum of Thyagaraja (Shiva) in the Tiruvarur temple, involuntary tears welled up my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I felt a strong vibe that I occasionally do in my pujas or temples or at other rare times. As I sense that the cast and production unit may be Shaktha followers or at least ardent followers of Shakthi, I am sharing this vibe of mine with you. I thought Kamalakshi was there this evening. For a moment I doubted if it was Thyegesa Himself. Because I got a doubt whether Kamalakshi was fictional character or real life character as this is a story penned by one Mrs. Sujatha Vijayaraghavan that could be based on inputs from hearsays. Is there a temple edict for evidence. I need clarification on this. I can tell this much to Sumitra and Sikkil Gurucharan: believe me I felt strongest vibe of whoever it is in that last scene. I found myself whispering quietly, ‘is it you Kamalakshi or is it Thyagesa. who among you is here this evening. My vibes tilted mostly towards Kamalakshi. Even as I type this, my face has lost its sense for 45 sec or so and i feel like my head is bobbing in space. I just got a confirmation right this moment. Someone WAS there! But who will believe me if I tell them this – other than my guru and fellow Shaktha maarga shishyas.

Karnatic music is divine. Bharatnatyam is divine. As an ardent devotee of Devi Shakthi I sense this every single day of my life as I listen to Navavarana kritis or any Devi krithi. We all must treat the traditional art forms of India with utmost reverence and desist from smudging the arts for personal gains. Of the Trimurthis of the Karnatic, I am partial to Muthuswami Dikshithar because he composed/ sang most of my favourite Devi kritis (in my limited knowledge that is) so when most go gaga over Thyagaraja, I have a soft spot for Dikshithar.

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Decoding the paranoia of the Middle Eastern countries.

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As the war between Israel and Palestine rages, google and check out the geographical extent of these warring countries. Miniscule. Tiny. That is however average size of many Arab states/Middle Eastern countries barring a few larger ones like Saudi for instance. The limited terrestrial spread makes security a major and constant headache for these already volatile nations. Most share borders with at least two or three neighbours making them vulnerable to coup attempts etc. Basically Arabs are nomadic tribes and terrain wars are in their blood. They are best left undisturbed. The warring factions maintain a precarious balance that the outsiders unwittingly can tilt making it worse for them. There is fragile peace in existence that must be maintained at all costs. The prosperity of the oil exporting nations does not automatically guarantee them the sense of security. Typical example is Kuwait which was invaded by Iraq under Saddam Hussain. The very limited geographic territory as well as native population make the Arab states sitting ducks to militant coups and conspiracies by local tribes. A sultan may marry many women and beget a dozen sons who will all be raised in secrecy, in fear of their safety. Among those who survive, someone can ascend the throne at a later date. More than anyone we Indians know how Islamic societies/reigns function. In Mughal dynasties, siblings killing siblings, fathers disposing of sons, sons assassinating or imprisoning fathers etc., is not unheard of. In fact this is documented history. Family is dispensable for them for the sake of the throne. The trust factor among the ruling elite family members is practically absent. Wives conspire against each other’s sons, even when they remain married to the same sultan. Have you read about the bed chambers of Arabs? The men sleep in separate bedrooms. The queens sleep in their own chambers. The king will choose to spend the evening with whichever queen but later return to sleep in his own quarters for the night. Couples don’t sleep together in arab culture.

In Arab culture and in general islamic culture, men eat out of the same platter whether it is bread basket or biriyani. I used to be impressed by this brotherhood but later I was told that, this practice is in place from historical times fearing poisoning by conspirers. Eating from the same plate ensured that your life remained safe. To that extent, you can see paranoia in Arab society in every aspect of life. Nothing is to be taken for granted. Any son or crown prince can be assassinated by a mercenary even in foreign soil such as America or England. So the Arab royalty takes nothing for granted. They live forever fearing for their lives, for the safety of their families and a military coup or uprising any moment and especially at unexpected times. Which is why security in these nations is very detailed. The arab countries never take chances. They have very strong setup of ultra sophisticated security of many tiers instituted by western thinktanks. This is very much understandable. From poisoning to hit-and-run, anything can happen to Arabs in power anytime. The western countries are also gawking at them waiting for an opportunity to start a war and decimate them in the garb of global security or fight against terror. All these probabilities are practically factored in by intelligent Arabs these days who hire expert tech advisers in these matters. Remember with their kind of oil money, they can command any service to work for them.

At times, having lived in this hotspot for years, I do feel a heaviness when I think about the temporary nature of their survival. It always used to strike me that, at best the Arab nations can only postpone their chaos. The threat of instability lurked in every corner. It never took much to overthrow any sultan in the gulf states as history has revealed. Arabs award death sentence for dope suspect/drug carriers/conspiracy suspects because this is vital for their survival.

I am a citizen of India where thousands of uniformed soldiers guard our national frontiers in the boundaries we share with China and Pakistan. India is also a peninsula surrounded three sides by ocean which makes us safer geographically, to a large degree. We are not a landlocked nation. Our population of 1.3 billion is our strength. India is also the seventh largest country in the world. We are sizeable geographically that no military coup can ever overthrow our government for the simple reason that we are too big to contain by limited power. Small countries like Singapore, Malaysia, Belgium etc., amazed me therefore. They gave me a sense of insecurity in that, I imagined them being easily accessible in event of a war and being dependent economically overwhelmingly on neighbours or third party countries. Singapore looked forward to Malaysia even for their water supply. India is a safe heaven.

Arab countries may have oil money but that did not prevent Kuwait getting invaded. Arabs therefore impose stringent laws for their self-protection. Most places in arab countries are restricted zones where photography may be prohibited. Violation of laws can get you prosecuted landing you behind bars. Arabs are also acutely aware of the hostility they face in the rest of the world. So their strict laws are better adhered to. Never take anything lightly in Arab soil. Remember in Islamic societies, if a woman files a case of rape in a legal court, it is she who will be awarded sentence and not the man! Under worst circumstances, she could be sentenced to death. She could count herself lucky should she manage to get away with cane flogging or stoning! So where laws are different or skewed, foreign nationalities have to be extremely careful not inviting problems. Foreign citizens and even foreign governments also must contemplate on the heightened sense of insecurity most Arab states live with. There is no guarantee that any crown prince will take over the reins of the sultanate from his father. There is no possibility for democracy because in essence, Arabs are tribal groups, divided into rival gangs. Getting them united under one banner is not easy. Sabotage or suspected espionage therefore becomes an unpardonable ‘war against state’ in arab dictionary. If you get this simple logic, you will understand the arab paranoia.

All these may make the expatriates living/working in middle eastern countries develop sympathy for the Arab rulers. Self defense is valid reason for nations beefing up security. In today’s world, war first assumes at the tech sector. The expats respect the state of mind of arab states and the laws and rules and regulations they have put in place for their own security. Cyber-vigil and always on their toes anticipating unforeseen trouble, the middle eastern countries always are on their edge. Until forty years back, most arabs were still bedouin communities who led a nomadic life wandering the Arabian deserts with camel herds, not restricted by geographical divisions. The concept of nationhood and parcelling of lands into different nations is a product of the second world war – even if by and large we had an idea. The arab countries also like most of the world were torn apart in conflicting ways. Israel-Palestine problem is an outcrop from this situation. While some parts of the world have since cooled off, Middle east continues to be a flashpoint in this respect. Americans can be the last group of the humankind to ever attempt to understand the complexities of Asia and in specific the Middle east. ARabian gulf is a hornet’s nest. Do not disturb unless and until you are confident you can fix everything gone wrong there (in your high opinion that is). Otherwise stay away.

It is important to respect the territorial sanctity of geographically small nations as well. Just because we live in a well appointed villa, we can have no ethical or moral right to park in front of our poor neighbour or trespass or try to outright buy the adjacent property or simply squat/take over their possession. Every square inch of their national territory must be protected from illegal encroachments. Big, powerful nations of the world must give a thought to that. In your capacity, help the small nations survive amidst animosity and insecurities they may face from conspiracy groups.