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Islam, hijab and one vocal actress

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Contributing editor Priya Ramachandran also blogs at Words on Water [img_assist|fid=2165|thumb=1|alt=shabana|caption= ] Indian actress Shabana Azmi, who was awarded the International Gandhi Peace Prize in London earlier this month, has triggered off a controversy with her statements that Islam did not require women to cover their faces. (Azmi is Muslim.) Predictably enough, the more conservative Muslim clerics in India are riled up about it.

India set to score with Brangelina

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Contributing Editor Priya Ramachandran also blogs at Words on Water [img_assist|fid=2145|thumb=1|alt=jolie] I really don't know what to think of rumors circulating that Brangelina are adopting from India this time. With a name like India planned, I assumed it would be a girl. But, to wit:

Happy Birthday Gandhiji!

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[img_assist|fid=1906|thumb=1|alt=gandhi] October 2nd was Mahatma Gandhi's birthday. In India, we used to look forward to this day mainly because it was a government holiday. Schools, banks, post offices all closed down. There'd be ceremonies everywhere - serious looking politicos would garland Gandhi photos, prayer songs would be sung. If your parents were like mine, they'd sit you down in front of the telly and make you watch Attenborough's Gandhi for the 418th time in your life.

The black creeps out of the ears

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Every mother knows this - pregnancy gives you that extra sanction, that lets you smile wistfully at kids on the street, or strike up "Don't you have the cutest smile ever?" conversations with wide-eyed kids. I was no different. I'd stop to admire kids everywhere - on the Metro, Target, Walmart, the restroom line. I'd gush about these kids to my husband, who thankfully did not suffer from the same craziness.

Keeping a faith alive

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My daughter's baptism is around the corner. She will be formally accepted into the Catholic Church this Saturday. I have mixed feelings about it. In some ways, I rationalize that I just want her to be a good human being, so it does not matter what faith she is. But then, I worry that she will learn little of the Hindu identity she inherits from me, especially given how glamorous Christmas and Santa Claus can be. I worry than my plain vanilla Gods will pale in front of all that dazzle.

Airy travel

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Two airline related stories this week caught my eye. The first was the arrest of 12 Muslim passengers on a flight from the US to Bombay. BBC reported earlier this week that:

Sweetheart, you speak English?

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I have only about a quarter of a head of hair - I blame the loss of the rest to bad genes, bad hormones and bad karma. Even though I don't sport a mullet - mohawk, I can understand and empathize with S. R. Sidarth.

[img_assist|fid=1328|thumb=1|alt=preg]I just finished watching an old George Carlin stand-up routine, in which he railed against Baby on Board stickers. According to the gent, those stickers are meant to tell people that everyone knows they're crazy drivers, but please would they straighten up their driving for a while, because there's a baby on board. Erm, yes, us new parents do tend to think the sun rises from our progeny's hinies.

India's big dream for itself is to transform Bombay to a Shanghai like shimmering city by the sea. Dr. Manmohan Singh, the Indian Prime Minister, has made no secret of this desire of his. While Shanghai remains a distant reach for Mumbai - as of now - India's managed the dubious distinction of mimicking China's stranglehold on spontaneous creativity.

Bombay burning

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[img_assist|fid=829|thumb=1|alt=Bombay blasts|caption=Image from BBC] I don't remember ever enjoying the train rides in Mumbai's local trains. They were bipolar extremes maquerading as public transport. You were squished by humanity from all sides, and hence you floated into and out of the trains, a human buoy. Your nose was assaulted by the unholy mix of sweat and Cuticura powder and smelly shoes. But when you went back to your small town life, you complained to anyone who would listen how you never had to wait more than two minutes for a missed train in Bombay.

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