Worth less life….

‘Life’ – can there even be a value attached to it? If I were asked to “value” my life I would find it extremely arduous to do so. My accounting head would think that I would need to draw up a Balance Sheet and determine my Assets and Liabilities to arrive at my net worth. My emotional head would try to evaluate how much of blessedness there really has been during this life or if I have been able to impact other lives qualitatively. No matter how long I take to attempt to arrive at a fair value, I cannot do so. There is no empirical formula to determine this value and above all, maybe there really is no value. Life is about experiences and experiences alone. Life is about ‘being’ and I do get melancholic when the life of one is considered more valuable than the other. In a country like ours where the population is forever detonating, experiences and ‘being’ are but a candle in the wind. This is not a philosophical piece of musing but I write this at a time when yet another flame has been blown out by a deathly gust of wind. A young flame that burned low for a little over twenty years and toiled wearingly to leap. A flame that went by the name, Shantha.

Shantha was one amongst the nameless and the faceless that got lost in the sea of wretchedness. She was a determined, coy, young girl when I met her a few years ago. Shantha was appearing for her SSLC examinations at that time and she would quietly sit in the corner of our house mulling over Maths and Hindi text books while her Mother worked. She would not be distracted by the blaring TV or the hustle and bustle of the happenings around the house, but would keep her head down and rock back and forth memorising formulas. I got used to seeing Shantha everyday, she blended in with the house and became almost inconspicuous with time. One day, I heard quiet sobs coming from her corner. I saw her crying softly. When I asked her what was causing her anguish, she remarked that she was extremely nervous about her exams and admitted that Maths and Hindi would doom her. Shantha said with utmost conviction she wanted to pass the Board exams, study further and get a Government job. I reassured her I could assist her with the subjects. Her jet-black bright eyes shone with the brightest optimism I had ever seen. From thereon, her smile became my well-deserved tuition fees.

I would receive news about Shantha in bits and pieces from her Mother on my visits to Bangalore in the following years. She did not study further; she got married instead and had children. She did not pay heed to my insistence on further education and placed her trust instead on her Mother’s decisions. She worked as a domestic help to make end’s meet largely for her husband’s daily fix of arrack or brandy from the local wine shop. Shantha became frail with time and she looked a decade older than what she was, but her black eyes still shone, I believed she still had the fire and the desire to burn.

Ironically, my belief has now become a reality. I was informed that the bright candle has burned out, it was engulfed in flames, the flames that spread from a burst kerosene stove a couple of days back. I was informed of her death in passing and on enquiry. After all, nobody would put an obituary for Shantha in the paper or hold a service for her. The candle melted and became a shapeless form, never to burn again. Shantha’s Mother has told the Police that Shantha’s death was an accident; people who knew Shantha have informed me that her husband had set her on flames. I am determined to get to the bottom of this.

There are thousands of Shanthas who lie limp and die a hundred times before they burn out. We never hear of them, we never see them, news of their suffering and death do not make their way to us. Sometimes they do, we glance over a few black & white typed words in the bottom right corner of the local newspaper with no interest. We treat their lives as obscure and consider it not worth our time, attention and above all money. I don’t know if there was any meaning to Shantha’s short life. Again I am not able to determine a value for her ‘being’, but Shantha’s smile will remain with me and the value for it is priceless.


105 Responses to “Worth less life….”

  1. Sharmila,

    Nice subject.

    In my opinion, “Life” is an absolute, phenomenal fact like death. It cannot be evaluated either by a mathematical equation or on an emotional, aesthetic scale.

    The example of Shantabai that you have given is rather distracting. It strays from the intial metaphyiscal premise of life to an irrational perceptual event that is caused by more reasons than just the devaluation of life.

    I hope you do not pursue that case. It’s not worth anything.

    Marriages among the poor are a waste of time and money. It doesn’t make sense to produce children to add working hands in the hope of becoming rich. That is never going to happen.

    The only way poverty can be removed from India is to remove the poor people altogether. One whole generation must stop reproducing.

    One way to do that is to convince them not to get married and not to produce any children. With a mortality of barely 40-50 years, they need not create more hardship for themselves and their offsprings.

    Another way, and one that has been proven through ages, is to tell them that producing hungry and starving children is a crime against God and a sin that is encouraged by the devil. Marriage is a man-made social order. It is not for the poor and humiliated. Stop marrying. Stop producing poor children.

    Live your short lives in joy and happiness like a butterfly. Don’t think of old age and sickness. You’ll never be old.

    Live for todays meals. Live for celebrating life in this moment. Damn the past and the future. You don’t need to be rich. You don’t need to possess anything. Life is here and now. It is free. Scarcity is a perception. Death is a desire; a state of envy that kills life.

    If you learn how to smile in pain, no one can enslave you. No one can bind you with culture. Whimsical force is shaped by the moulds of fear. Smile and that mould of fear breaks into pieces.

    • Most intriguing. I once told some people to stop reproducing exactly for the same reasons you have sighted. They considered it outrageous. The thinking must change. Recall Sanjay Gandhi’s own efforts, the man meant well, but the modus operandi was a debacle.

  2. “Being qua being” is a famous phrase attritbuted to Aristotle, the man who devised the science of metaphysics.

    When you say, life is about “being”, the meaning changes from “to be” as a matter of fact, to ‘being’ as an active process.

    Both are perfect.

    However, the boundary for the process of ‘being’ is the identity of individual. Life of an individual is a discreet unit; while the phenomenon of life is a similarity that is common to all living creatures as we see them.

    Therefore, the life of an individual cannot be valued against the phenonmenon called life. One cannot be sacrificed in the name of the other.

    For example, if I possess rupees and the common currency in India is rupee, the value of the rupee in my hand has nothing to do with its validity as a currency. The value of the note may be 10 rupees, 100 rupees or 500 rupees.

    It may be worth something or nothing depending on what it can produce. The value here is an objective measure.

    It’s validity as a currency is an arbitrary genre.

    So too Life of an individual is an absolute fact. Life, in general, is an observation. One doesn’t make another redundant.

  3. Aishwarya Says:

    It is impossible to read this post dry-eyed…the unfairness of it all…

    I hope her mother speaks up. There should be no law that justifies the death of an innocent.

  4. I do not see why Sharmila should pursue a case on the basis of a hunch. This seems like a pink panther adventure. She can clear her doubts with the husband. It may be an accident.

    There was a case I investigated last week. An arab driver and his telugu helper were burnt alive when their tanker caught fire after rolling over. It was a gruesome sight.

    A young policeman tried to save them. But by that time the fire had reached the driver’s cabin. The driver and the helper were desperately trying to remove their seat belts which had got jammed.

    The cabin filled with smoke and the policeman had to step back for air. He could hear them screaming, but there was nothing he could do. The fire engulfed the whole cabin.

    The young policeman is now on leave and recovering from severe trauma.

    A crime is not an accident, but every accident is not a crime.

    I don’t see gender discrimination in criminal cases. Jayalalitha is as capable as Karunanidhi. Mayawati is more capable than Rahul Gandhi. Sonio Gandhio is better than Don Corleone.

  5. Your sincere concern is very appreciable. Even though there are many safeguards, yet the life suffers. May be those safeguards are not effective. Offenders need to be brought to justice quickly and punished severely.

  6. Aishwarya Says:

    If it had been an accident, there would have been an attempt to save Shantha.

    If it is a crime, then the husband would have fanned the flames and slinked away.

    In accordance with what is commonly seen, he will be re-married by now. He does need a replacement to provide money for his daily dose of alcohol…

  7. May justice prevail.

    He is not guilty if he has not commited the crime. We don’t know if the accidental death is not a blessing in disguise for the husband. Hope he lives happily ever after. If his drinking is restricted because of this event, all the better.

    I don’t see any case for feminism here. I would have felt the same if the husband had died in the accident and the woman had survived him.

    • Besides, in the slums, there are as many women alcholics as men. They don’t drink wines and cogniacs obviously. They consume the same arrack that men do. They don’t go to the shacks to buy the stuff. The husbands bring it home. Nothing like a peg or two after a whole day of physical labor.

      Dowry deaths and honor killings are not common among the poorest of poor or the richest of the rich. They are seen mostly among the semi-literate victims of loan sharks.

    • Aishwarya Says:

      If it was an accident, it could happen to a man or a woman.

      But I have not heard of a man die from a burst kerosene stove in his home. Or being beaten up by a drunk wife for money…

    • Men do not get burnt on kitchen stoves. They burn on the road when their truck catches fire.

      I have witnessed many women beat their man. I was working with 2500 workers in Andheri, Mumbai. There was one mason who would sleep on the half constructed building because his wife beat him at night if he did not please her.

      It’s not a gender thing among the poor. These type of women also beat other men if her husband is attacked. Love is very violent in their lifestyle.

      • Anand Khare Says:

        I also know several men who were mentally or physically tortured by wife/wife’s relations/wife’s friends. I really pity their manhood. But it remains a fact. The law in India supports women like nowhere else. If they just drop a letter to police the whole of Husband’s family would be behind the bars pending investigation.

        Knowing legal position, I never take ‘pangas’ with my wife.

        There is a scope for help line for men.


      • Anand – you have adopted a very safe stance. Good going!

      • Anand,

        Bang on.

        There was a report on TV that a Congress woman MLA tried to get on Narendra Modi’s stage during a public rally yesterday. The TV reporter says she was ‘Man-handled’ by other women on the stage.

        There seems to be a mind-set about female liberties.

    • Aishwarya Says:

      So is hate it seems…

    • Indeed. Swinging prospects.

      If love becomes a performance indicator for the value of life, hate becomes the prosecutor.

      However, I do not think rational people think of it that way. Life is self-evident. It cannot be evaluated. No matter what the differences between two people, life and death cannot be brought into the argument.

      If I was a religious person, I’d have said life and death are God’s own prerogatives.

      I don’t say that though. I don’t believe The Creator has any control on either. He cannot prevent the occurence of death and life.

  8. Aishwarya Says:

    I hope the value of one’s life, unlike currency, does not appreciate or depreciate with respect to one or more reference lives.

    That Sharmila considers Shantha’s smile priceless is an indicator of the value of Shantha’s ‘being’ or having been in this world.

    God bless her soul.

    • Aishwarya Says:

      *like currency.

      I am confused. As I typed I was thinking of the order in which lives are saved in a disaster. Like the Titanic.


    • I read the whole post as a single thought on the worth of life.

      The traumatic obituary to Shantha is one perspective.

      I still feel Sharmila should not convert this instance into a cause.

      • Aishwarya Says:


        Why do you feel this case not be pursued?

      • Because an investigation should aim at preventing the incident from happening again. A cultural failure cannot be prevented by a criminal investigation.

      • You don’t think cultural failure can be addressed successfully by constant pressure – meaning every case like this being rigorously prosecuted?

      • Aishwarya Says:


        Why do you call it a cultural failure?

      • Aishwarya,

        I call it a cultural failure because ‘if’ the man is guilty of dowry death, honor killing or hate murder then he must have believed in the justness of his action, at least at the moment of it occurence.

        That sort of belief comes from social conditioning, which is what I call culture.

      • Reader,

        You must be kidding…..

      • Aishwarya Says:


        This may not be a feminist issue. In some cases, it is the mother-in-law or sister-in-law found responsible…

        Each case can be investigated individually without being generalized as ‘cultural failures’. Men need not feel defensive.

        A culture does not fail. Individuals fail. Why blame an individual’s insecurities and lack of ethics on culture?

      • Aishwarya,

        That’s fair.

        My question on that is: If it’s not a case for a cause then why play the role of the police? Who is Shanthabai?

      • Aishwarya Says:

        The loss of life is a cause.

        I see why the title is ‘Worthless life’. Only assassinations require investigations. For the common, it is Who is he/she?

      • Aishwarya,

        Anway, this is only for our discussion. I bet Sharmila has not seen any of our comments in the last two days. She might have already engaged a lawyer, a detective and the local TV channel (I think TV9, the one on the way to the Chinnaswami stadium) on the Residency Road.

        I hope she doesn’t land herself in trouble. A counter-case of criminal instigation by the woman’s husband can get Sharmila grounded in bangalore and her passport withheld till the case is settled.

      • Aishwarya Says:

        You are right.

        Hope she reasons it out carefully and does not act upon her feelings. Good luck to her.

      • There is a safer way that she can take.

        Write a note of cognizance to the National Commission for Women or one of it’s wings in Bangalore. If neither are available (they are busy with Rahul Gandhi’s demonstrations in UP) she can rope in some NGO.

        Even if nothing comes out of it, at least the NGO can debit its expenses against this account.

        As far as the police is concerned it’s below the dignity of senior police officers to invest public money on cases with low TRP ratings. An independent enquiry ordered by a court as per CrPC doesn’t show on the radar.

      • Aishwarya Says:

        Blind justice is a misconception.

        Most NGOs are organizations that make fancy mottos out of a cause for media attention and funding.

        TV 9 sounds best.

        Or Barkha Dutt. She would say, “This place where I am sitting right now is the same corner where Shantha studied. This is the last roti she prepared before her death. And this is the husband – “Aap iske baare mein darshakon se kuch kehna chahthe hain?

        And the husband replies – “Haan ji. Zaroor kehna chahthe hain. Shantha roti bilkul acchi nahi banaati thi…”

        The poor have become the laughing stock of the rich.

        I give up.


      • Anand Khare Says:

        You are correct, Reader.If the person belongs to exploited classes,it may be difficult for Sharmila to get back to her hubby.

      • Anand,

        Yes. Money is a serious business in India. Even if the poor husband cannot pay for a lawyer, Sharmila will become a source of rolling revenue for both sides!

      • Aishwarya,

        Burkha Butt is a feminist. She may take up the case if there is some substance.

        Nothing wrong if there is something in it.

        But kerosene stoves are used by women in the kitchen. And the poor people do not know how to calculate depreciation and buy a new one when the book value becomes zero.

        They use the same stove with repairs, soldering or welding. Every stove will go out of service only after it explodes. It kills sometimes.

        Some of them discard old stoves when they can afford to buy LPG cylinders. But I doubt many do, with the present prices of LPG.

      • Aishwarya,

        Just to add to the hazard awareness.

        Kerosene is the primary ingredient of the aviation fuel used for aircrafts. It packs a lot of force before exploding.

        Specific Heat of Kerosene is 2.01 while liquid octane (used in formula 1 cars) is 2.1 and propane (used in LPG cylinders) is 2.4.

        Specific heat is the amount of heat required to change temperature of one kilogram of a substance by one degree.

        A lower value indicates that it is more volatile.

      • Aishwarya Says:


        In XI Std, my chemistry project was on flash point of volatile liquids. Dad got an apparatus from his company, so I could perform the experiment in our school lab. It was interesting.

        It would be good if there were awarness programs for village ladies and periodic inspections of the stoves they use. Seems to me like firewood or gobar gas is best in villages. Safer, cheaper, simpler. And lesser chances of suspicion of homicide…

      • Aishwarya,

        Technically, there is very remote chance of someone exploding a stove to kill a person.

        1. It has pumped to burting pressure.

        2. It has to be ignited in such a way that the person himself is at a safe distance, which would require him to use 10-15 feet of fuse.

        3. There should be enough kerosene inside to cause an explosion with a flare to set a human being on fire.

        I don’t think this can be done so systematically.

        Burning is easier done with dry firewood and a match stick.

      • Correction:

        1. It has to be pumped to bursting pressure.

      • I would still call it an accident. The benefit of doubt should go to the survivors.

      • Aishwarya Says:


        The suspect could have doused her with kerosene. Or he could have doused the stove with kerosene just before she came in to cook. Homicides are not uncommon. If so, the guilty should not get away scot-free.

      • As Anand said the police have to register the death in the hospital. It will be registered as an accidental death.

        To get a policeman to change his mind there are two ways:

        1. A court order based on a petition with sound reasons for suspicions. A general trend of burning wives is not considered a valid reason by the court. Even circumstantial evidence has to be supported by evidence.

        2. Create a solid carrot that can make the policeman withdraw his report. If he is sufficiently inspired he can get a confession from the husband within a few minutes, even if the husband was somewhere else when the incident happened.

        3. Create a class dispute. Declare that the woman was killed because she had an affair with a person of a different caste. Sponsor some religious riots and demand a judicial enquiry against the policeman.

        4. Tell the CBI and NCW that the woman was laundering money for the Chief Minister Yeddy. She was killed in a hawala racket.

        Who will investigate a case without a cause?

        Life is not a Cause. It is a self-evident fact.

        I was once in a good mood in the office and my boss’ beautiful secretary asked me for favor.

        She said, “R, can you do me a favor?”

        I said, “Sure. I can give you my life. But I don’t have money.” (In Hindi, Aapke liye toh jaan bhi haazir hai)

        She said, “Who wants your jaan! Everyone has Jaan. I need….”

        See? Life is self-evident.

      • Correction: I said two ways and listed four!

        Just shows how distracted I am by Munni badnaam hui.

        I think someone on a Hindi TV channel just pronounced Kanimozhi as Kalmuuhi. (In Hindi that means “disgrace to the family” or “a black sheep”!)

      • Aishwarya Says:

        We do not know if Shanta was taken to a hospital…

        ‘What is a case without a cause?’

        Haven’t heard a doctor say that to a dying person or his/her bystanders. Thankfully.

      • She was taken to the hospital by neighbors. She succumbed after two days.

      • Aishwarya,

        A ‘case’ for a doctor and a polcieman are slightly different in meaning, although both are licensed to kill.

        A doctor’s case would be the illness and the cause would be the desire to rescue the patient.

        A policeman’s case is a crime, and the cause is to prevent it from happening again.

        For a doctor, there is no cause when there is no illness.

        For a policeman, there is no cause when there is no crime.

      • I used the word “Cause” as motive, purpose, aim, objective, mission, vision.

        Life is not a Cause, it is self-evident. By this I mean life is not an objective, mission, aim, purpose, motive or a vision. It is a given fact.

      • Aishwarya Says:

        Okay. But both can be asked for a ‘second opinion’.

        I don’t think Sharmila would have chosen to write about Shantha’s death or thought of getting to the bottom of this without sufficient reason.

        She has been away for a while now, hope all is well.

  9. In any case, we should not be thinking of all this now.

    According to Harold Camping of the Christian Radio, tomorrow May 21, 2011 is the beginning of the end of the world. The entire planet will come to an end by October ’11.

    So, lets have some fun and be happy while it happens. There is nothing we can do.

  10. Renate,

    A criminal investigation for a cultural failure is the same as stoning a person for a crime that everyone is guilty of. This type of prosecution is like being selectively aetheistic.

    Cultural failures can be corrected through reforms, not military force.

    • And while the reforms are cooking, murderers go free?

      • Ofcourse they do.

        Let me give you an example,

        If a pharmacist sells addictive drugs over the counter, it is a crime. He cannot sell morphine, cocaine or calmpose with prescriptions of medical professionals. He cannot claim in the court that he was only making money.

        A whole generation of illiterate Maoists, militants and religious radicals, who undergo weapon training in the jungles of eastern India, watch Amitabh Bachchan, Salman Khan, Rajnikanth movies for entertainment and inspiring their attitudes. The actors, producers and directors of those movies are professionals who are only doing it for money. The censor board allows the movies to be exhibited in the name of freedom of artistic expression.

        I cannot say that I idolize Amitabh Bachchan’s acting skills but I want to kill the mercenary who behaves like his screen persona. Both are the same genre.

        Reforms must touch base at the source of inspiration. Till then the mayhem will continue.

      • Correction: 1st para: A pharmacist cannot sell “without” a prescription…

      • I am not saying it is easy. But these reforms do not happen in an idealized environment, they happen, if they do, in the real world.

        And the real world must be held together with a shoestring until then.

  11. Seems like Harold Camping got it wrong again. Judgment day is almost over and I have still got to iron my clothes.

    Blame it on Latin. 7000 years from 4990 years translated from Hebrew to Aramaic to Latin and finally to English! Since Hebrew, Aramaic and Latin do not have a zero in the number lines, 7000 years is rather cumbersome to calculate. I mean imagine adding one after every none 7000 times and then adjusting for the months added by Julius Caeser and Augustus and leap years and the year of the birth of Jesus. (thers no ‘0’ AD).

    Poor chap Camping never gets it right. He thought it was 1994 earlier. Now, I am told by reliable jews, that judgement is not May 2011. In hebrew it says the odds are 2 to 11 that it ‘may’ occur.

    So much for prophecieis.

    • Notice the odds are impossible.

      As zero did not exist in hebrew, 11 is one more than 9, not 10. So the odds are actually one less. That is 2 to 10. But 10 does not exist so it is another less, which is 2 to 9. This makes it 1 to 4.5. But a decimal cannot exist without a zero. So the odds are impossible to calculate until they are doubled.

      That’s how jews made their shekels from the pharaohs. They never printed shekels of even denominations like 2, 4, 6 etc. No matter how the punter pharaoh worked it he could never get it right.

  12. Anand Khare Says:

    Problems of female homicides, suicides and foeticides are the most challenging problems facing Indian society today.

    Female literacy is just one of the measures that Sharmila has personally addressed in this case. Appreciations to her for this personal effort. Perhaps due to lack of time, she could not help her out from the end result of ignorance of her rights.

    This tragedy is not only nicely written in form of a story. Indeed, it is an eyeopener for all Indians who are away from realities of life in India. Doctors, teachers , police personnel and people in public life know several such true cases that are never written about in public spaces.

    With all due respect to Sharmila’s sentiments, I couldn’t understand why would the girl’s husband kill her. He was enjoying money earned by her. Why kill a golden goose? If he did it, he already must be facing punishment. As far as my knowledge goes, in Indian judicial system there is no provision of punishment on circumstantial evidences.

    Most important thing is whenever she was taken to hospital the doctors were supposed to inform police, this being a medico-legal case.They surely did it. Police would have investigated the case. Trust me, Indian police is not so bad and Bangalore police has its own reputation like Mumbai police.

    Anyways, let us not dig this further and pray for the departed soul. Something should be done for her kids. Their respectable survival is the need of the hour.

    • Absolutely right Anand. If there was a case the police at the hospital would register it. There is a mandatory requirement.

    • Yes Anand. I concur about something needs to be done for her children. The kids need support, they are not getting much of it from the Father. A drunk man never knows the difference between a golden goose and a plain goose.

  13. Anand,

    This joke is for men only:

    A man and his wife are having dinner in an elegant restaurant.
    A beautiful young woman enters the restaurant, goes directly to the man and gives him a long, sweet kiss. She says she’ll meet him later and leaves the restaurant.

    His wife looks at him with fire in her eyes, and asks “Will you tell me who she is ?

    “Who is she?” replies the husband, “well, she’s my mistress!”

    Wife, banging her fist on the table: “I want a divorce!”

    “Listen, I understand your reaction,” says the husband, “you must realize that if we divorce, you will no longer travel, no more shopping in the boutiques of Paris, no more winter holidays to Hawaii, no more summer holidays in the Rocky Mountains, no Porsche and Jaguar, no more yacht club, polo and Rolex, but it is your decision and I respect it.

    At the same time, a friend of the couple enters the restaurant with a beautiful woman.

    “Who is that woman with Jack?” asks the wife.

    “That’s his mistress …” says the husband.

    The wife replies: “Ours is prettier!”

  14. News from Tihar:

    Kani Munni cried. Damsel-in-a-damn-cell. Invaluable tears shed for managing a mere 2 billion rupees!

    In another cell nearby Suresh Kalmadi cried. He had an upset stomach.

    A Raja also cried in his cell. His cell phone was not working. It’s a 2G.

    The jailor of Tihar is also crying. His son took autographs of all the inmates and wants to become a Member of Parliament.

  15. Quotable quotes to lift the tone of the post:

    1. What would happen if I hired 2 private investigators to follow each other?

    2. Birthdays are great, but too many can kill you.

    3. TOP 10 reasons why men are lazy: 1)

    4. Vodka & Prozac are the answer. I have no idea what the hell the question was.

    5. I’ll play fair when I get to make the rules.

    6. My wife says I talk while I sleep. But I’m skeptical. Nobody at work has ever mentioned it.

    7. I wish I was a Glow Worm – a glow worm’s never glum – how could you be unhappy when the sun shines out of your bum?

    8. “I’m really bad with directions” translates to me as “I’m too stupid to read road signs”

    9. May your life be like toilet paper… Long and useful.

    10. Menstruation, menopause, mental breakdowns… Ever notice how most womens probIems begin with men?

  16. Anand Khare Says:


    Thanks. The joke is new and practical. For women it is not a joke, its a way of life.

    I heard the older version in which when wife asked who was she. The husband reply was ,’ I am thinking, same question she is also going to ask’.



  17. Sorry for having disappeared, albeit I know I am never missed, but here I am. Back to home base and now to call the most sought after Aramex.

    • Seems like you are back in Hong Kong. The time difference is 4 hours.

      I guessed you were away. But I thought you were up to some mischief. Perhaps doing an ‘Anna Hazare’ outisde the police station or getting an exorcist to summon the departed spirit.

      Hope you have dropped that chase. There is only trouble on that path.

      Do pick up the book today from Kowloon. If they ask for your ID show them this site!

      • Yep, here I am. Yes, getting the package, hopefully today. This must be the longest delivery ever! I am not dropping any chase and neither am I going to goof up like Clouseau! 🙂 Trust me on this.

  18. Different topic:


    Have you seen your VERY SPECIAL peela line yet? Congratulations!!!

    AB cares about you very much.


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    • Aishwarya Says:


      Thank you, Reader!


  20. Happy birthday Aish!! God bless…

  21. This is for Aishwarya on her Birthday:

  22. Happy Birthday Aishwarya.

    What you didn’t know about Amitabh Bachchan: (That he plays the guitar and composes folk music!)

  23. Happy Birthday to Aishwarya:

    Here it is: AB and Shammi’s composition. Music Flautist Hari Prasad Chaurasia.

  24. Happy Birthday Aishwarya:

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  27. Happy Birthday AIshwarya. Have a great day… its party time…

    • Aishwarya Says:

    • Sahir wrote this Kabhi Kabhi before he wrote the one that was used in the AB movie by the same name. The lyrics in this are better but the cinematic depiction is ordinary.

      Here is my translation:

      Milti hayn zindagime mohabbat kabhi kabhi
      Hotii hayn dilbaron kii inaayyat kabhi kabhi

      … … … Love is found in one’s life some times
      … … … Romantics get such favor some times

      Sharmake munhna pher nazarke sawaal parr
      Laati hayn ayse mod pey kismat kabhi kabhi

      … … … Don’t shy away from the question in the gaze
      … … … Destiny gets brings to such turns some times

      Tanha na kat sakenge jawaani ke raaste
      Pesh aayegi kisii kii juroorat kabhi kabhi

      … … … Paths of youth cannot be traversed in solitude
      … … … The need for someone will present some time

      Phir khona jaye hum kahin duniya ki bheedme
      Miltii hayn paas aaney kii mohallat kabhi kabhi

      … … … Hope we don’t get lost in the crowds of the world again
      … … … This respite to come close is conceded only some times

      Sahir Ludhianvi

      Translation mine.

      • Aramex are sending me the parcel on Saturday now. Time moves slowly.

      • Your package was the first to reach destination!

        Muraliraja’s copy is delayed. Hard copies are out of stock. I insisted on a hard copy. Hope he gets one soon.

  28. Happy Birthday Aishwarya. Enjoy the signature tunes of some top of the tops.

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