That evening, I turn on the water in my shower, but the pressure is low because my sister is taking a shower in her bathroom and my mother is taking a shower in hers. I turn off the water and wait. This is what life would have been like if I had stayed, I think: less convenient, perhaps, but more connected to the people I love.
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When mentioning to my buddies that my last name resembles an Italian name, I used to get scoffed at. While reading Shantaram today, I came upon a curious cultural comparison that left me feeling somewhat vindicated.
“There is so much Italian in Indians, and so much Indian in Italians. They are both people of the Madonna – they demand a Goddess, even if the religion does not provide one. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy; and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop corner .For them food is music inside the body and music is food inside the heart. The language of India and the language Italy , they make every man a poet and make something beautiful from every banalite. These are nations where love –amore, pyaar- makes a cavalier of a Borsalino on a street corner, and makes a princess of a peasant girl , if only for the second that her eyes meet yours .”
I know, it’s not really related to my claim. No matter.
“The true artist has the planet for his pedestal; the adventurer, after years of strife, has nothing broader than his shoes”- The Bush shoe incident
A surprise visit by US President George Bush to Iraq has been overshadowed by an incident in which two shoes were thrown at him during a news conference. (BBC)
Muntadar Al-Zaidi’s attack was launched with the words “this is a farewell kiss, you dog”. He launched two size-10 shoes at Bush, who was swift enough to duck them. In the Arab world, showing someone the sole of your shoe is considered a grave insult. So this farewell gesture was a sign of utter contempt for Bush.
Credit to W, he managed to pull some sheepish smiles after the incident. The comedy channels will have a field day with this after running dry since Obamamania.
Roald Dahl- the master of mischief. Taught me words such as scrumptious, ghastly and bosom. Here’s to him.