.@ThamizhachiTh I wanted to reach out to you to say that when you act to help Indians working outside their home states and now stranded, you represent my interests fully. 🙏 #MigrantLivesMatter
.@ThamizhachiTh When you advocate for the safe return of Indians who work in other states to their homes, when you demand more buses and trains and free passage on their behalf, you represent my interests. And my India. Thank you. 🙏 #MigrantLivesMatter
.@ThamizhachiTh There was a 'Call your MP' campaign this morning that I missed. Hence, these tweets.
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Reading the tweets about the FCRA bill. Any government has a vested interest is stifling civil society but startling how much hatred and mistrust people have for those of us who choose to work in the larger interest.
Just six months ago, this government left the people of India to their fate and it was this civil society that stepped into the breach, turning compassion into practical help. For months.
How many of those volunteers drove around in imported cars and branded clothes? I saw none. I saw heart, courage and generosity.
And a government that couldn't care less. Notwithstanding the name of their private fund.
A short rant about the vegetables I've been getting delivered during the lockdown. People romanticise Pazhamudir and other farm-table type shops but vegetables are awful. Dirty, half-rotten and degenerate within days. I've seen rot in carrots, brinjals, etc.
I just got a batch from a different store, hoping for better. The lauki are spotted. The carrots broken. The cluster beans discoloured and tough as leather. @Zomato@DunzoCare@swiggy_in if we leave feedback about your vendors, does it make a difference?
I miss the clean packaging of Nilgiris. I have no sense of romance about nature, vegetables, cooking and just want the @#$# job done. Washing mud of ginger and potatoes as if I got them from a garden irritates me.
I have lost track of the relentless march of COVID19. I am not reading the numbers. I am not tracking the opening-closing. I am reading some of the sad stories.
I am very fortunate to sit in a cave, connected as I wish by a virutal bridge to the world.
I am isolated but not insulated from knowing and feeling the lived suffering of people everywhere. What I am not paying attention to are the daily details.
Therefore, I can say, what you probably can't: it's hard to say anything at all definitively.
There is an up-down, see-saw, righttodaywrongtomorrow quality to what we think we know and if we are honest, most of us are simply stirring the details.
Neither our leaders nor the news appear to be factual so we just cannot tell exactly what is going on.
I ordered a box of Samahan sachets for my aunt in Hyderabad and was pleased to see this this morning. @amazonIN
When my niece checked, however, this was in the box. @amazonIN
I left delivery feedback saying it was the wrong item and was about to book a return but guess what? I cannot return this item. Which means my aunt cannot have what she needs and is saddled with this. @amazonIN are you going to help me fix this?
It's 75 years since the bombing of Hiroshima and we are forgetting that it was as much of a watershed moment as #COVID19.
35 years after I visited the Peace Park, the memory still fills me with a sense of urgency. bit.ly/2C0OyRJ #Hiroshima75
It's the kind of day when I want to have Siddhivinayak's web darshan live streaming on my desktop.
I cannot remember when we began going there, late 1960s probably. We would drive from Colaba, go to the temple, eat vadais and once in a way, wander through Century Bazar which was then shiny and new.
The temple was really small and open. I think I remember a Hanuman or something outside under a tree and then the small Ganesh temple.
My father walked there barefoot from Cuffe Parade when my uncle was dying in New York.