Dismayed by the business newspapers’ sharply negative reaction to the Prime Minister’s speech to at a recent CII forum, Ramnath presents a different perspective:

Now, look at the ten points that Manmohan Singh made – they all reflect the concerns that you and I might be having about business, society and economy today. And more importantly the ten points can make free markets more acceptable by people at large. FE is rightly concerned about a reversal of reforms, return to protectionism and greater governmental role. I too think that’s a serious danger. But I also think that discontent among people who feel they are losing out is the biggest risk that free markets face. And, Manmohan Singh, in my view, suggested a solution – by pointing out to possible sources of discontent.

To say just leave it to market and it would take care of everything, is not to acknowledge our own role in the market.

Yeah, even a heartless bastard like me…

“I had eight children to feed, avva. I didn’t want so many sons and daughters. I didn’t want to give birth to the offspring of a man I hated so much. Moreover, I was pregnant so often that I couldn’t work regularly anymore. When I was pregnant for the fourth time, I went and had an abortion without telling him. But he found out. He was very angry, avva… Look! Look what he did!” She held up her left hand… The monster had chopped off her little finger and ring finger! She was now sobbing heavily. “He cut them off, avva… He said it would teach me a lesson. After that, I never objected to anything he said or did. I just didn’t have the strength to!

Sigh.

Hat Tip: witnwisdumb

So what is the history of the famous kakori kabab?

At one such parties in Kakori, stung by the remark of a British Officer regarding the coarse texture of Seekh Kabab, the host, Nawab late Syed Mohammad Haider Kazmi summoned his rakabdars, hakims and attars the very next day and asked them to evolve a more refined variety of the Seekh Kabab. Ten days of incessant research and design efforts resulted in the now famous ‘Kakori Kababs’ which was as far as perfection could go. The mince for the kabab was to be obtained from no other part but the raan ki machhli (tendon of the leg of mutton) and rawaz or animal fat was replaced by khoya, black pepper replaced by white pepper and a brand new mix of powdered spices which still remains a closely guarded secret added to the perfect blend.

An absolutely delicious post.

…. For a social cause.

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Sakshi isn’t too impressed with the ”performance” of the Desi men in bed.

And he knows the importance of finding the clitoris.. He will try hard. I mean, even if you give him map and mark the spot with a big X, he still will love to dig down there. And his enthusiasm should be taken into account when you wince while walking the next day. Only a desi man will take the girl saying, gently baby, while wincing to mean that she is into it.. And he will try to find the elusive g-spot with the same confidence that Columbus went about sailing for new lands…. and if you were reluctant to get your panties out of the way, the wedgies you get are your fault.. Not his

Ouch! Give us some points for trying.

And while you are there, check this one out too.

Nevermind reports,

A wisp of a girl, no more than perhaps twelve, teetering precariously on her toes. She is trying to push a garbage- bag into one of the massive disposal bins positioned behind the bushes at the near end of the square. She also looks distinctly South Asian. You pause, warning bells ringing, for you’ve seen her somewhere, and her attire, even from a distance, marks her as a not-so-privileged outsider. As you watch, she loses her grip on the binliner which is almost as big as she is; it then falls back on her, struggling as she is to keep her balance. But she’s quick, and jumps out of the way

Hat Tip: Megha

Cynic has a guard oh honor, composed of three “mangy, slightly scary, flee-bitten, sick looking” stray dogs.

… What amazes me is the fact that I go to the other house for lunch and dinner and they don’t bat an eyelid. But the minute I am going out, that’s a different story. They will (usually) make sure that I am accompanied. Even when S is with me. Even if they are otherwise occupied somewhere down the road. They will drop whatever is it that they are doing, come to the gate of the other house (where S parks his car), wait outside wagging their tails, and as soon as we are out of the building, they turn around and go back to whatever they were doing.

Buddhadev owns and runs London’s finest Indian restaurant… He’s cussedly intolerant when his chefs goof up, and he is – more than anything – a creature of habit. (It’s been 22 years since he took a day off, and he always goes home for dinner, even though his mother – a marvellously batty Zohra Sehgal – is a terrible cook.) Everyone around seems mildly terrified of Buddhadev – and then in walks Nina, who not only has the gumption to send back his zafrani pulao (she orders it at the restaurant and declares it’s too sweet), she makes the dish the way it should be made and has it delivered to him.

B.Rangan is all praise for Cheeni Kum, but pans the weekend’s other big release, Shootout at Lokhandwala.

Thoughtmogrifier and his cube-neighbour discuss words and unwords:

“A word can tell you so much about a civilization,�? I said suddenly throwing out some bad-ass linguistic anthropology. “I mean, can you imagine a civilization that has callipygian as a word but not callimammus. You know so much about Greek men and their preferences right there. But, I am totally disappointed that callimammus is not a word.�?

BGJ was energized “Ya dude. Callimammus totally has to be a word. There is a word I would have used a lot of. You know what, you should submit it to unwords.�?