Well, guess what – Shah Rukh Khan is the next celebrity to succumb to Twitter! Doesn’t he know from Shashi Tharoor that it can get you into trouble? Seems he was pushed into it by Karan Johar who is an avid tweeter. So is Shah Rukh really tweeting himself or is it a PR exercise for ‘My Name is Khan’? Only time will tell!
When the underworld don Chota Rajan threw a bash, Mumbai cops were actually seen dancing at the party along with the don’s henchmen, to a song from a popular Bollywood movie about the underworld, no less! Reel life? No this is real life in Mumbai
There was a time in the old days in India when it was regarded as almost sacrilegious to cross the oceans, and to leave one’s homeland was to leave it forever. Now, hopping between continents and countries and cities has become commonplace and there’s a new breed of global Indians who think nothing of breakfast in one country and dessert in another, with homes, networks and emotional ties in multiple cities.
In this strong drama you see the intersection of politics, religion, corruption, and how the little guy is sucked into the games powerful people play.The script takes you from London to Pakistan – and you see the potholes, feel the heat and desperation, and sounds metamorphose into frenetic, imaginary pictures. The sounds of traffic, sirens, chanting of Hail Mary’s and Islamic prayers, echoes, distortions, clanging doors – even chilling silence – all bring the turmoil up-close.
You have to hand it to Myna Mukherjee, Director of Engendered, the small but spunky human rights organization dedicated to gender, sexuality and minority rights. She not only talks about these difficult topics in the South Asian diaspora, be it HIV-AIDS or sexual orientation, but also makes them more accessible through music, dance, movies – and now fashion.
‘Positive’ by Manish Arora, who is one of the biggest names in fashion, was a tribute to the resilience of AIDS victims: “I chose color to signify ‘positive’ because that is a sign of happiness for me – and I took ‘positive’ to mean happiness – I love happiness! It doesn’t take much to make yourself happy.”
How do you raise $26,000 in this tough economy, especially when you’re a kid? Well, if you’re Rohan Paramesh, 16, you climb a mountain, preferably one which is 14,000 feet high! Not just any old mountain but the iconic Mount Rainier which dominates the skyline in Seattle, Rohan’s hometown.
The world has a short memory with just too many disasters, too little time and too many important things to remember. That’s why the 25th anniversary of the world’s worst gas disaster passed by in a flurry of everyday preoccupations here in New York. The fact remains that the victims of this horrific tragedy have not been compensated adequately and their nightmare continues, while the rest of the world moves on.
So here is a little story of little people trying to do what the grown-ups should be doing – protesting the outrage.
When Bhairavi Desai met President Barack Obama on the receiving line at the Administration’s first State Dinner at the White House, she introduced herself as the director of the New York Taxi Workers Alliance. Obama smiled his high voltage smile and bending down, confided: “I was an organizer too!”
“It was such a thrill to hear him say that – it was such a nice endorsement of my profession,” recalls Desai, who is a fearless advocate for the rights of New York cabbies. She and co-founder Javaid Tariq were both guests at the glittering dinner with celebs and politicos, a party which possibly America’s entire population wanted to attend but to which only 320 guests were invited, not counting the gate-crashers Michaele and Tareq Salahi.
It’s not a lyric written for a Bollywood superstar to lip sync, nor is it a script for a million dollar movie, although noted poet Javed Akhtar has done plenty of both. His latest offering is straight from the heart – a love poem, a tribute to Mumbai’s children, the nameless, the homeless who live on the footpaths or survive in the slums, who have to work to get a day’s meal, to merely be able to exist.
Mahatma Gandhi, with his simple khadi loincloth and chappals, was the absolute antithesis of the avid consumer, yet the luxury brand Montblanc has chosen to honor his memory with a gold pen priced at $23,000.