Building sympathy for Sanjay Dutt
Written: September 15, 2006Saw a couple of articles on TOI online describing Sanjay Dutt’s “roller-coaster-like” life. Why read the darn newspaper, you ask me; well, old habits die hard, so I find myself reading being pulled to it every morning, simulating a good old morning back in India. But this post is not about that.
These articles described how Sanjay Dutt had to survive the death of his mother, a broken marriage, the death of his wife, addictions, AK-47’s, a divorce, the death of his father and yet has managed to survive, like good wine. Why this build-up?
The accused of the 1993 Mumbai blasts have been charged guilty. Sanjay Dutt, who was arrested under TADA (Terrorist and Disruptive Activities), accused in the same case awaits his fate. But how do the difficulties in his personal life affect the verdict? Should be in no way, I say.
Believe me, I am a fan of the Sanjay Dutt’s work. He was amazing in Khalnayak, Munna Bhai, Parineeta and recently in Lage Raho Munna Bhai, par excellence. But the shift in his professional life, from Rocky to Lage Raho Munna Bhai, or in his personal life from addiction to sobriety, need not and should not affect the outcome of his case.
Well that and “World Peace” [yes, from Miss Congeniality] conclude my thoughts for the day!
Shocking!
I was shocked to read that
30 year olds get Parkinson's disease on TOI. Numbers in India are 10% plus; and it is surmised that increased stress, improper diet and inadequate sleep are the culprits.
Parkinson's disease is degenerative and here is some information from Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parkinson%27s_disease.
Scary! Sometimes I wonder whether there will be population explosion on earth. But when I read these things I think, is this nature's way of getting back at us?
Ramblings on a Friday morning ….
Woke up this morning to a pleasant feeling: I had actually slept for a whole eight hours throughout the night; and albeit a “bit” late for work, I feel great!
It’s strange how small things can make you feel connected to your place of origin. I saw a polythene bag of Patel brothers (thanks to Devon Street) this morning and it made me so happy. This might sound crazy, but it felt like an “Apna Bazaar” bag, and thus so close to home.
As you might have guessed, had been to Chicago last weekend, and I loved the place! I was visiting KB for the first time after she moved out of Lexington. Believe me there is nothing like visiting a friend who will make a hot cup of tea in the morning, while you are brushing; take wonderful pics; organize sightseeing; keep a meal ready for you after your long drive to her place, make a coconut cake for breakfast, just like you requested. It felt like home.
To top it all, Brat’s friends were in Chicago too. It was great to have them around as I cut my birthday cake; as they sang “Happy Birthday … Dear Pradnya” and then found it very funny.
I think it’s really difficult to make friends as you grow older (or is it just me?). And I cherish my friendship with all my old friends. Thanks guys, KB and Brat for the great time!
On a different note, I am reading about
H-1B visa holders being paid less than Americans on TOI. Touchwood! While I do not fall in that category, I have seen people struggle through that phase. I think it’s OK if you are single, but to manage yourself and one, possibly more, dependants, becomes very difficult. But life is a struggle, for a good job, good health, good friends and what not. So go globalization and fight against these numbers!
And that concludes my set of random thoughts for the morning (I dare not say day!).
