How does a sheep roll his eyes?

I was reading about Penguin withdrawing the book on Hinduism from the Indian market. It got me wondering. If one is a true believer of something, how should anything said about it matter? I mean how or why would you get offended if you in your heart you know or think it is not right? I know the Indian law prescribes criminal action against any person or group which talks/ publishes anything derogatory against any religion/ sect. But that is the law, which in turns has been developed keeping in mind any religious agitation which might rise. What I am talking about is individual choices. Why should an individual feel offended?

The last couple of years have been emotionally and physically challenging, to say the least. You might have understood that with the lack of posts from me. Not that I was very regular earlier but I used to post something once in two weeks atleast on one of my blogs [I have couple of private blogs, one for my niece and one for my baby and I have decided it will be for their eyes alone]. The only time I get now is when I am done with my work, dinner and Z is tucked in. It is about 20-30 mins of time. By this time I am thoroughly exhausted and invest my leisure time unwisely in front of the television. When I sometimes hear of people achieving great things inspite of full time jobs and babies, I wonder if they use such 20-30 mins in some kind of productive work as well. Must be a herculean task. I might be able to manage if I try harder. Sometimes I do get to that point but that is when my heart tells me I should be kind to myself. I am reading Kazuo Ishiguro these days. I finished Neve...

Dear Media, Please do not address Rahul Gandhi as a 'angry young man'. He is the dumbest human alive, if you ask me. His address was so rehearsed and he wants us to believe it came out in a moment of spontaneity. Oh, for the love of God!

More than anything, calling Manmohan Singh a 'Dehati Aurat' is derogatory to women in villages/ slums who have much more sense and capability than the PM himself.

I read this and this today morning and felt shocked and ashamed. I should not have been shocked, having lived in India for more than 2 decades. What caused the shock was such an open write-up. People always lace such horrifying experiences with stuff like warmth of the people, the beautiful landscape etc.. But this one was quite blatant. Still, I am ashamed of my countrymen [gender neutral] because I know what RoseChasm has written is true. While Twoseat says that RoseChasm has blamed the whole country for something few ugly people do or something that happens all around the world, I could understand why she felt differently. This might sound really blunt but twoseat has failed to understand something which is nothing but the ugly truth. People in India are obsessed with the white colour of the skin. Porn cds feature white women. White women are thought to yearn sexual pleasure. They are thought to have sex on their minds 24/7. This is the impression Indian men have. The media and...

I think I am kind of settling into the routine now. The days seem long at certain points of the day but very short at other times. I wish I did not have to spend so much time commuting. It feels like a criminal waste of time. because I am sleep starved all the time, reading is not an option on the train. Even the morning newspaper puts me to sleep. The DLR (train) is nice to travel in without doing anything. i stare at the river below me and it is a lovely way to start the morning. But the Underground is more uncomfortable. if you are not sleeping/ reading or listening to music you only have one option left- stare listlessly at the advertisements, which btw I know by heart now, or look at how the lady next to you applies her foundation. The time with Z is the most precious of all. I could look at him the whole day. It is love I have never known before. So many things make sense now and so many things don't. It would nice to have a nice relaxing holiday. Like go off to so...

I feel one of the most irritating things in life is to hear girls/ young women giggle continuously while travelling on public transport.