Of worms and chaff

The Ayanavaram Tea Company This is the story of tea Made by a girl you see For a guy who didn't like it very much But the tea itself was pretty good as such. Now this guy didn't like tea at all But what could he do, to his appall This girl didn't have a coffee stall But sooner or later, for her tea he'd fall Chai tea means tea twice In the land of masala and spice So just say Chai and you'll be fine And teach the Starbucks staff to get in line Now back to our main story Of blood and guts and glory Oops sorry, that's another one I've probably had too much Lipton The girl was in her house many miles away The guy was in his, on the bay Thank God for cellular phones you might say Rollover minutes every month? Hell No way! Their first flirtatious chat some five years back Was about the different kinds of tea and snack they would serve at their wedding reception If they would ever get there in their wil

(Originally published on Thanksgiving day 2013) That astute thinker and commentator on issues of race - Russell Peters, who also happpens to be a comedian, said something very interesting in one of his routines . He said, "The whole world's mixing. There's nothin' you can do about it. Eventually we're all going to become some sorta hybrid mix of Chinese and Indian. Its inevitable. They're the two largest populations in the world. So you can run from us now, but sooner or later..." you know. Yea, you know, you pervert. As funny as that sounds, its got that weird ring of truth to it. Maybe 300 years from now, we might all be ... beige. However, what strikes me is that Russell Peters, who has half Indian DNA, has never spoken about the racism so prevalent in the second largest democracy in the world. My country has probably the largest socially and culturally sanctioned institution to systematically segregate people on the basis of color and

As I read this article , I wept. I wept for my nation's capital. I wept, hearing the thousands of women who had unimaginable injustices done to them. I wept, seeing the brutality with which women are treated by both men and women. I wept, stricken by the lethargy which has overcome the government in protecting women. But more than anything, I wept bitterly, seeing the apathy with which men deal with the injustices committed against women. I remember going to church one Sunday, and hearing one of my favorite pastors preach. I distinctly remember Rev. Mike Peppin's exhortation of the book of Jeremiah, chapter 17. "The heart of man is desperately evil." he said. As on that Sunday, even today, that phrase, desperately evil , sends shivers down my spine. Just think about it - Desperately Evil - that somehow a part of our ancient evolutionary instinct is to be horrendously self-seeking. That was the first thought that came to mind when I read about the grue