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Saturday, February 11, 2006

India...today?

Here are a couple of cartoons from the Times of India. The first one is a bit of a joke about the whole "Le Clemenceau" issue that seems to be gripping India at the moment. Well, it's another example of the not-in-my-backyard policy which several countries had adopted, and apparently continue to adopt. I guess the last time the French did this was when they tested nuclear weapons in French Polynesia. But they're not the only ones, and for the longest time it's been developed nations who've dumped, and the developing nations who've been dumped on. He he he. Anyway, here it is:

Qu'est-ce qui ce passe?Come to think of it, this also kind of pokes fun at the whole "freedom fries" backlash that happened in the US...like the French even cared. Hahahaha.

The next one is a classic. In fact, as is often the case, it's usually an 'outsider', who is intrigued enough to actually try and understand an idea and learn about it, as opposed to the people who may or may not have understood it before accepting it. Also, I happen to like R.K. Laxman's sense of humor and how his observations are so apt. Anyway, here's the next one:


I love my India?This one is something that I've experienced first hand, in fact. There's a colleague of mine who hails from Canada, who knows about all things, or seems to anyway, to do with classical Indian music. In fact, he's such an avid follower of such shows/events that he's often got passes to these things. More importantly, he can engage avid followers of Indian origin in deep discussions about the finer points of such things. The moment he starts telling me about some upcoming event, and I happen to hear a name I don't and probably will never recognize, or all of a sudden if the words coming out of his mouth resemble some kind of alien language, such as Greek, no offence, I just use the universal hand signal of mental distress to tell him that it's beyond me. Wow! I mean, I spent close to three years in Hawaii and the most I came back to India with was the fact that the place is awsome, the people are nice, and that "aloha" means both hello and goodbye. That's just a terrible effort to try and learn about the local culture. Hats off to the "foreign tourists"...those who make the effort, of course.

I hope you're enjoying your weekend all of you.
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