Defining secularity

Don't know if the news is true but they just reported that two bodies have been found at Nariman House which are the Jewish hostages. The British newsreader reporting just happened to be questioning the Israeli ambassador. And he says 'Ambassador, let me give you my condolences at the loss of your people'. Every cell in my body revolted - they were our people and we are still fighting for them. Had it been the Jewish, or the Parsis, or the Muslims, or the Hindus - don't they realize they are all our people. They are not like the British, American, German jews who all left their respective countries for Israel. These are the Jews who continued to stay in India and are very much a part of the fabric of the country.

Indian accompaniment

I have been struggling a bit all this while to get the right wine to go with Indian food. Finally may have hit on the right one which is very easy on the pocket - a Cotes du Rhone, village Seguret, Domaine de L'Amandine. I tried the 2005. 60% Grenache 40% Syrah. Even I could feel the peppery, berry like flavour.
Some other wines tried over last week were Les Hauts de Tour Prignac 2005, a Medoc, and Chateau Champ de Grenet 2005, a Bordeaux, which I liked. Its the second wine of La Croix de Gerard - St Emilion. Was very easy drinking.

Beautiful words

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!
Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

- Captain Corelli's Mandolin