Bitter medicine

My first memories of my father extend to the time when I was three years old. My father was the Superintendant of the Mental Hospital (now Psychiatric centre) at Jaipur. He had just been diagnosed with hypertension. There were very few medicines like Rauwolfia and Adelphane for hypertension at that time, and the prognosis was considered rather bleak with a great risk of coronary artery disease. My father went into a depression, and once I saw him in tears. I used to love to sing and my father had bought me a HMV gramophone so that I could sing along. One such song was form the film Nastik. I began singing that song Himmat na haar, Prabhu ko pukar, Who hi teri naaya lagayega paar Tanik bhi tilmilana na, zara bhi dil hilana na Hazaar haathwala hai Bhagwan Ho naiya wale ho, savdhan He stopped crying and hugged me At the age of six, I left him to stay with my maternal uncle to take care of my education. Thereafter, I used to see him only when I came home during the

During the protests at Jantar Mantar, one of the girls was groped, as tweeted by her. What does this show? That to most men anywhere anytime all females are forms of flesh with two breasts and two bums and a ‘va….’ with or without a pretty face. As far as they are concerned, men’s eyes were made to ogle all female forms and the hands were designed to grab what you can while you can. It would be interesting to know how they would handle it if the tables were turned. It would be great if “It’s a boy girl thing “could really happen. If it’s all a matter of eyeing that which is not so readily visible, porn sites would be the most sought after, and they are. In fact, one of the film sites actually shows ‘Rape scenes from films’ for download, and I am sure it has many hits. It should also translate that those fairly familiar with the nude forms like medical professionals and artists would be less obsessed. This isn’t so. It’s all a matter of mindset. That the way boys grew up in schoo