Death of a Qatari

The monsoon’s have started in Mumbai bringing life to a parched city. In this time of life, we look back at the death of an Indian or more accurately Qatari national in London – M.F. Hussain.

I’ve been incredibly proud of India’s tradition of inclusion. Unfortunately since the arrival of the Shiv Sena and the Thackeray’s, Mumbai has become communally divided. After their desperate attempt to rewrite history books, try to shut down any scholarly thinking by attacking the historic Bhandarkar Institute in pune, constantly attacking all free press and movie theatres, they effectively exiled India’s most prominent artist.

Unfortunately the so-called liberal elites stood disunited while the government which already has lost the moral authority to lead, stood in silence. In the end M.F. Hussain died in a foreign country, pining for his country of birth, as a Qatari national.

A lot of people dream of living again in the Satya Yuga, in the time of Dharma, but how can we when we have lost the moral right.

Is the road less traveled on worth it

I’ve been talking to a dear friend of mine on the need to keep challenging yourself and do things out of your comfort zone.

Last weekend I climbed to the abode of gods at Mount Olympus here in Salt Lake City. It was definitely one of the more strenuous hikes I’ve been on recently as it makes it way up to about 9000 feet.

Last night was my first desi party in SLC. I generally don’t go to desi parties as its generally a sausage fest with way too many guys and girls in tight dresses trying to get the muffin top look in style. Ofcourse, I did see a girl who’s unfortunately been on my mind since. It’s funny how much ever you try to rationalize that your brain is projecting certain characteristics on someone you’ve never talked to, you can’t shake off that feeling that she was perfect.

I know I’ve wanted to do things radically different, I definitely didn’t want to change from being an anti-establishment type to a lovestruck teenager. So till I climb olympus again or do something similar, I’ll let James Blunt do the talking for my miserable heart.

James Blunt – You’re beautiful