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Books You Need to Read this Rainy Season!

There’s no better time than right now to sit down and curl up with a few good books and a steaming cup of tea by your side. Why not take a look at these versatile new reads coming up this July?

Roots to Radiance

Roots to Radiance

Do you wish you looked perfect, but don’t have the time or money for expensive treatments? Look no further than Roots to Radiance-your self-care bible to good skin, hair, teeth, nails, etc., and, most importantly, good health.
In Roots to Radiance, you will find 500+ tips and tricks that will help you stay in your ‘A game’.

By using its easy-to-make solutions drawn from traditional Indian wisdom, you can lessen and even replace chemicals with wholesome, natural ingredients that will enrich and enhance your daily beauty routine.
From refreshing life lessons to inevitable struggles and motivational inspiration, this book will help you sail through every beauty or life concern you’ve ever had.

 

Kargil

Kargil

Kargil takes you into the treacherous mountains where some of Indian Army’s bloodiest battles were fought. Interviewing war survivors and martyrs’ families, Rachna Bisht Rawat tells stories of extraordinary human courage, of not just men in uniform but also those who loved them the most. With its gritty stories of incomparable bravery, Kargil is a tribute to the 527 young braves who gave up their lives for us-and the many who were ready to do it too.

 

The Barefoot Surgeon

The Barefoot Surgeon

Sanduk Ruit was born into the lowest rungs of society in a tiny, remote Himalayan village in Nepal. After long and difficult treks to attend boarding school in Darjeeling and, later, the best of Indian medical colleges, he met the remarkable visionary and Australian ophthalmologist, Fred Hollows, whose invaluable mentorship would enable him to take on his lifelong mission to restore vision to the poorest of blind people across Nepal and the rest of Asia.

Despite relentless backlash from his shaken contemporaries in the global medical industry, Dr Ruit took his unmatched prowess in stitch-free cataract surgery, along with world-class medical care and equipment, to those whose lives were plunged into darkness; who were ostracized and abandoned for being blind with no access to proper treatment.

Dr Ruit is known as the ‘God of Sight’ for restoring the light to millions of people who have been prey to curable blindness and vicious poverty; this is his extraordinary story.

 

Bad Man

Bad Man

Growing up on the fringes of our capital city, Gulshan Grover moved to Mumbai to pursue a career in acting in the 1970s. At a time when most wannabe actors held out for the lead, he made a conscious choice to opt for villainous roles. He went on to portray many memorable characters, with a career-defining role in the 1989 blockbuster, Ram Lakhan, that established him firmly as the ‘Bad Man’ of Bollywood.

Many a mainstream potboiler of the era rode to success on his trademark one-liners and grotesque get-ups that have become part of Bollywood folklore. He subsequently moved on to the international arena, among the first actors from Mumbai to do so, in the process becoming one of India’s more recognizable faces in international cinema.

In this autobiography, Grover tells his story-the films, the journey, the psychological and personal toll of sustaining the ‘bad man’ image, the competition among Bollywood’s villains, the move to playing more rounded characters, and the challenge of doing international films.

 

The Rise of Goliath

The Rise of Goliath

What can best illustrate India’s journey in the last seven decades? Disruptions.

Almost every decade of India’s history since Independence has been marked by major disruptions.

India became independent through an act of disruption-Partition-that killed millions in communal violence and turned many more into refugees. The turn towards a model of state-led economic development delivered as big a shock to the economy as did the food crisis or the spike in crude oil price. If the Emergency in 1975 shook the foundations of India’s democracy, the unprecedented balance-of-payments crisis of 1990 turned India towards a path of economic reforms. Just as the reservation of jobs for backward castes changed the idiom of India’s politics, the movement for building a temple for Ram drove India closer to becoming a majoritarian state. No less disruptive have been the telecom revolution, the banking crisis, demonetization and the launch of the goods and services tax.

How did these disruptions impact India? How did they influence the rise of this Goliath?

This is the story of twelve disruptions that changed India. The book also provides a peek into the kind of disruptions India could face in the coming years.

 

The Making of Star India

The Making of Star India

When Rupert Murdoch, executive chairman, News Corporation, blew up more than $870 million buying Star TV from Richard Li in the early 1990s, analysts were dismayed. Why on earth had Murdoch invested in a pan-Asian broadcaster that was neither fish nor fowl?
More than twenty-five years later, with revenues of over $2 billion, Star India is one of the country’s three largest media firms. Murdoch’s instinct had done what a hundred investor summits could not: showcased the potential of the Indian media market to the world. Vanita Kohli-Khandekar tells the thrilling story of Indian television through its most notable protagonist: Star TV. The narrative is peppered with delicious anecdotes and a fascinating cast of characters that includes Rathikant Basu, Peter Mukerjea, Uday Shankar, Sameer Nair and the Murdochs, who loom large over every scene.

 

Unstoppable
Unstoppable

Kuldip Singh Dhingra, the patriarch of the Dhingra family and the man credited with building Berger Paints, has remained a mystery. He is low-profile, eschews media and continues to operate from a small office in Delhi. In this candid and captivating biography Kuldip reveals his story for the first time.

Kuldip lost his father to an accident early in his life. He and his brothers, Sohan and Gurbachan, started as shopkeepers in Amritsar. From an annual turnover of Rs. 10 lakh in 1970, the Dhingras have built a business with an annual turnover of over Rs. 7,500 crore today. They are among the top thirty richest families in India with a net worth of over $ 4.5 billion.

This never-before-told story of Kuldip moves from Amritsar to Europe to Delhi where he became the largest exporter to the Soviet Union in the 1980s. In 1990 the Dhingras bought Berger.

From dealing with KGB to negotiating with the flamboyant Vijay Mallya; from being pushed to sell arms to challenging big businesses-Unstoppable narrates what a man can achieve if he pursues his dreams relentlessly.

 

A Promised Land

A Promised Land

In the wake of the Partition, a new country is born. As millions of refugees pour into Pakistan, swept up in a welter of chaos and deprivation, Sajidah and her father find their way to the Walton refugee camp, uncertain of their future in what is to become their new home.

Sajidah longs to be reunited with her beloved Salahuddin, but her journey out of the camp takes an altogether unforeseen route. Drawn into the lives of another family-refugees like herself-she is wary of its men, particularly Nazim, the eldest son whose gaze lingers over her. But it is the women of the household whose lives and choices will transform her the most: the passionately beseeching Saleema, her domineering mother Khala Bi, the kind but forlorn Amma Bi, and the feisty young housemaid Taji.

With subtlety and insight, Khadija Mastur conjures a dynamic portrait of spirited women whose lives are wrought by tragedy and trial even as they cling defiantly to the promise of a better future.

 

Plastic Emotions

Plastic Emotions

Plastic Emotions is inspired by the life of Minnette de Silva-a forgotten feminist icon and one of the most important figures of twentieth-century architecture. In a gripping and lyrical story, Shiromi Pinto paints a complex picture of de Silva, charting her affair with the infamous Swiss modernist Le Corbusier and her efforts to build an independent Sri Lanka that slowly heads towards political and social turmoil.
Moving between London, Chandigarh, Colombo, Paris and Kandy, Plastic Emotions explores the life of a young, trailblazing South Asian woman at a time of great turbulence across the globe.

For the Love of God

For the Love of God

Between the third centuries BC and AD were written thousands of verses in Tamil that have collectively come to be known as Sangam literature. The expressions of love between a man and a woman in these love poems gave way to passionate expressions of devotional love, where the heroine became the devotee and the hero became God. Through the centuries of patriarchy, women negotiated varied levels of existence and largely went unnoticed until they found a path for self-expression through bhakti or devotion. While the dominant form of worship was to prostrate before God, women found innovative ways of personal expression, often seeing the lord as a lover, friend, husband, or even son. The individual outpourings and the unfettered voices of these women refused to be drowned in the din of patriarchy gathering momentum until this became a pan India movement.
In For the Love of God, Sandhya Mulchandani delves deep into historical accounts of these women who fell in love with God.

 

Caste Matters

Caste Matters

In this explosive book, Suraj Yengde, a first-generation Dalit scholar educated across continents, challenges deep-seated beliefs about caste and unpacks its many layers. He describes his gut-wrenching experiences of growing up in a Dalit basti, the multiple humiliations suffered by Dalits on a daily basis, and their incredible resilience enabled by love and humour. As he brings to light the immovable glass ceiling that exists for Dalits even in politics, bureaucracy and judiciary, Yengde provides an unflinchingly honest account of divisions within the Dalit community itself-from their internal caste divisions to the conduct of elite Dalits and their tokenized forms of modern-day untouchability-all operating under the inescapable influences of Brahminical doctrines.
This path-breaking book reveals how caste crushes human creativity and is disturbingly similar to other forms of oppression, such as race, class and gender. At once a reflection on inequality and a call to arms, Caste Matters argues that until Dalits lay claim to power and Brahmins join hands against Brahminism to effect real transformation, caste will continue to matter.

 

On Meditation
On Meditation

In today’s challenging and busy world, don’t you wish you knew how to quieten your mind and focus on yourself? In On Meditation, renowned spiritual leader, Sri M, answers all your questions on the practice and benefits of meditation. With his knowledge of all the various schools of practice and the ancient texts, he breaks down the complicated practice into a simple and easy method that any working man or woman, young or old, can practise in their everyday lives.

 

Manto and Chughtai: The Essential Stories

Manto and Chughtai

Ismat Chughtai and Sadat Hasan Manto were Urdu’s most courageous and controversial writers in the twentieth century. Featuring themes such as communal violence, the Partition, sex, relationships, and more, this collection features some of their most famous short stories.

 

The Body Myth

The Body Myth

Mira is a teacher living in the heart of Suryam, the only place in the world the fickle Rasagura fruit grows. Mira lives alone, and with only the French existentialists as companions, until the day she witnesses a beautiful woman having a seizure in the park. Mira runs to help her but is cautious, for she could have sworn the woman looked around to see if anyone was watching right before the seizure began.

Mira is quickly drawn into the lives of this mysterious woman Sara, who suffers a myriad of unexplained illnesses, and her kind, intensely supportive husband Rahil, striking up intimate, volatile and fragile friendships with each of them that quickly become something more.

Puzzled by Persia: A Tale of Mis-Adventures from ‘The Travel Gods Must Be Crazy’

Dreaming of glorious sunrises and architectural marvels in exotic places, energy economist Sudha Mahalingam often landed up in situations that were uproariously bizarre or downright dangerous.

Punctuating her droll stories with breathtaking descriptions and stunning photographs, in her book The Travel Gods Must Be Crazy, Sudha invites readers on an unexpected and altogether memorable tour around the world!

One such destination was Iran, where she was pleasantly surprised at the safety, hospitality and the culture despite travelling solo and since just this one book couldn’t cover all of the author’s escapades, here’s an all exclusive and unforgettable episode from the author’s visit to Iran!

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When I land in Tehran airport on a balmy day in November, I have a split-second decision to make—who to go with. For, there are two placards displaying my name, one held aloft by a burly man who also has two other placards with other names. The other, with my name scrawled in English by hand, is held by a demure young woman in a stylish manteau, kohl-rimmed eyes scanning the crowds pouring out of the airport. Instinctively, my legs lead me to the woman. Both of us exchange smiles as she leads me out of the airport. I am not sure who she is, although I guess she is not from the conference secretariat. The burly man must be.

As soon as we had boarded the Mahan Airlines plane, we had been shown a video of how women should cover their heads and behave modestly. When it was time for landing, we were all instructed to don our hijabs or chadors and headscarves. I had already bought a hideous yellow-green one from the by-lanes of Nizamuddin Basti in preparation for my first visit to this mysterious country reeling under the Islamic Revolution. When I pull he chador over my head, I realise I am the only woman in a non-black garment in the entire plane. In the next few hours, it becomes apparent to me, I am the only one in non-black chador in the entirety of vas Persian landscape as well.

Haleh, I find out, is the elegant wife of Professor Abdul Majid Eskandari of Tehran University, with whom I had corresponded about my travel plans in Iran. When I had received an invitation to speak in an energy conference in Tehran, my cupidity asserted itself and I had planned to explore at least Shiraz and gorgeous Esfahan on this precious trip to a country relatively unknown to the world in 2003. Little did I know that I would end up going to that country several times over the decade. I needed local help to arrange bookings in Iran and a JNU professor had put me in touch with Eskandari. Honestly, I did not expect Eskandari to send his wife to fetch me from the airport.

If she is taken aback by my outrageous colour choice, Haleh reveals nothing of her surprise. She speaks only a smattering of English. We communicate mostly through gestures. When did that deter me from carrying on a conversation? I mime and clown and she is indulgent. She hails a taxi cab and we both hop in. ‘Have oil, will drive’ seems to be the motto of Tehranians. With a litre of benzene costing less than a Rupee then, Tehran’s wide avenues are choked with traffic and benzene fumes. Paykan after battered paykan jostles for space alongside swanky Volvos and Mercs. The avenues are broad and tree-lined, but the vehicles are bumper-to-bumper.

I crane my neck past the traffic to spot Mt. Damavand clothed in snow. Like Mt. Rainier in Seattle, Damavand is a beacon that beckons aspiring climbers from around the world, those that can manage a visa. We drive for the next hour through heavily trafficked roads to a beautiful suburb. When we alight at the apartment gates, Haleh punches some numbers on the security lock and we enter. As soon as we step into her apartment and shut the door, she yanks her scarf out to reveal gorgeous flaming red tresses that fall to her shoulders. Off comes the manteau too, to reveal a chic and tight Dolce & Gabbana t-shirt over sequinned jeans. I wonder why dress so stylishly when nothing can be seen outside of homes. But Iranian women love their fashion and their make-up regardless.

Haleh switches on the TV while she goes to fetch some lunch for me—boiled broad beans and rice. (Eskandari had been informed of my dietary peculiarities.) A Persian soap is playing on the small screen. Even in indoor domestic scenes, women are fully chadored and demure.

Haleh has a hairdresser appointment that day. She asks me through sign language whether I’d like to go with her. Why not? I am ready in a jiffy, donning my matronly and ugly chador outmoded by a century at least and she, in another stylish manteau and bespoke scarf from Cartier’s or Yves St. Laurent or some such. We head to the local market heaped with assortment of goods—luscious fruits, ersatz labels of fashion designers piled high, and household goods and heaps and heaps of dried fruits.

But we head straight to the salon where she is whisked away behind a screen to be fussed over by a posse of female hair dressers. I survey my surroundings, wondering how much more the hairdressers can do for her already gorgeous hair. Two of the salon’s windows are plastered with hundreds of price stickers with glamorous hairdos of every description and hue—flowing, curled, bobbed, coiffured, crew-cut, in blonde, brunette, black and even streaked—all presumably western women. As I pore over this window, mouth agape, I realise why. You can’t show women’s hair in public in Iran, not under any circumstances. So the hairdressers had come up with the ingenious idea of not showing the face, but only the hairdo. Each face is plastered with a price tag—a few thousand Turmans. May be because they can’t display their hair, Iranian women seem to be obsessed with coiffuring it.

This strict rule that forbid women from showing their tresses comes to haunt me elsewhere, too, although mine is nothing glamorous—limpid and grey. Three days later, I was in the conference, on the dais with two other speakers and three Iranian dignitaries—ministers and the head of the institute which had invited me. That was because I was one of the speakers in the very first session of the conference, after the inaugural address. There is a battery of cameramen and women, training their lenses on the stage to capture the minister’s inaugural address. Flashes pop. Even as I was blinking in the bright light, I feel a tap on my shoulder. A conference factotum whispers in my ear, asking me to pull my scarf tight—the hair in front was showing. Contrite and confused, I try to tuck as much of my unruly wisps into my scarf in the full glare of cameras and flashes.

That evening, Eskandari drops me off at Mehrabad airport to put me on a plane to Shiraz. The flight was late by two hours, but he assures me it is okay. I have been booked into the guest house in Shiraz University. The plane lands around 11 pm. As I step out, a cab pulls up beside me and I hop in. Another passenger comes running, yanks open the front door and dives in, muttering an apology to me. That’s when I realise it is not unusual for total strangers to share a ride. The cab deposits me at the gate of Shiraz University where I would be staying three nights. There is a bell pull at the gate which the cab driver pulls and waits for the caretaker to come and open the gate.

An elderly caretaker emerges from the shadows. Obviously, he was expecting me. The cab leaves only after I am let in. The caretaker leads me wordlessly through the winding internal roads to the reception of the women’s guest house. He gestures me to sit on the sofa and disappears into an adjoining room to re-emerge with a thermos in hand. At that hour, close to midnight, he whips out a glass mug and pours the reddish black tea into it and proffers a bowl of sugar cubes. I pick one and plop into my tea and he looks at me disapprovingly. He pours himself a glass too, bites the sugar cube between his teeth and sucks the tea through the sugar cube. That’s the way Iranians drink their tea. Anybody who does otherwise is deemed uncivilised, I suppose.

Over the next few days, I wander around majestic Persepolis, the ancient capital of the mighty Darius and Xerxes, elegant and sophisticated Shiraz and seductive Esfahan. For those of us whose childhoods were enlivened by tales of Haji Baba, the very mention of Esfahan might conjure up visions of busy bazaars laden with a profusion of goods of the oriental variety, mullahs hurrying down the labyrinthine alleys, exquisite mosques, minars and sprawling gardens at every bend and corner. Indeed, Esfahan today is all this and more. It is a modern city with wide roads, frequent air, train and bus connections from major Iranian cities, and is the seat of an accomplished modern university. If you go looking for your beloved Haji Baba, you might even find one. But you will also find elegantly dressed men and women promenading the sidewalks and tucking into feludae served in polystyrene foam cups. Horse-drawn tourist carriages jostle for space alongside fast cars and motorbikes and touristy shops packed with every conceivable kitsch alongside genuine Persian handicrafts vie with one another for the attention of your wallet.

Over the next many visits, Iran holds out many surprises for me. One thing that came across clearly is that it is absolutely safe for women, especially foreign women to travel alone in this country. I visited Qom, the mullah factory, Yazd, the desert caravanserai, Tabriz of Persian carpet fame and of course, Persepolis and Shiraz and drop-dead gorgeous Esfahan, all alone. I even visited the secretive Natanz town infamous for its uranium enrichment plant, but no one shooed me off.

At the stunning Loftullah mosque in Esfahan, I am first issued an entry ticket meant for locals. As I count the wads of Rials and Turkmans in confusion—even an entry ticket in Iran would run into thousands of Rials putting the Japanese yen to shame—the counter official asks me something in Farsi. I nod my head. He grabs back the ticket and issues me a dollar-denominated one which cost ten times as much! Wearing the stylish manteau which Haleh had kindly lent me doesn’t help. My Indian headscarf is a dead giveaway!


Get a copy of The Travel Gods Must Be Crazy for more such breathtaking adventures!

5 things India should do to achieve greatness

What is it about the Indian psyche that makes us so incapable of fulfilling our promise as a nation? Why are we so averse to risk, resigned to mediocrity and mired in a collective lack of confidence? India has so much potential but seems forever stuck on the brink of actualization, unable to muster the political will and geo-economic force to clear the final bar. The stakes are higher than ever, and India’s moment is now.

Super Century by Raghav Bahl highlights the Indian psyche that makes us so incapable of fulfilling our promise as a nation and questions our constant aversion to risk, resignation to mediocrity and our collective lack of confidence.

The below points share what India must do in order to achieve the greatness that is it’s due:

Treat any friction in the India–US relationship as temporary and stay focused on the long-term prize: an unequivocal alliance.

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India’s leaders should consult with experts, from private industry as well as the public sector, to figure out how best to deliver top-quality, state-of-the-art service in each sector, make them operate with maximum efficiency and provide an effective safety net for society’s neediest.

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India’s leaders must be truly committed to liberating— rather than squelching, or redirecting—the ambitions of the Indian people. Only then will the nation fulfil the promise of all its potential both at home and in the world.

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Instead of treating tourists with indifference or worse, we need to recognize their value to India. Not only do they bring in desperately needed revenue, but they also expose us to new perspectives and raise our global profile.

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The ratio of allopathic doctors to citizens should double to 1 per 1000 by 2027, and India would also seek to increase the density of health workers— nurses and midwives, as well as doctors—to WHO’s ideal of twenty three per 10,000 people. There should be at least one medical college per district or 1.5 million people and a system for training community health workers.

Super Century offers a cogent and candid assessment of how we got where we are and a clear blueprint of what we need to do, both at home and in the world, to fulfil our promise going forward.

Meet India’s 5 Most Notorious Serial Killers from ‘The Deadly Dozen’

A schoolteacher who killed multiple paramours with cyanide; a mother who trained her daughters to kill children; a thug from the 1800s who slaughtered more than 900 people, a manservant who killed girls and devoured their body parts.

If you thought serial killers was a Western phenomenon, think again!

These bone-chilling stories in The Deadly Dozen by Anirban Bhattacharya will take you into the hearts and heads of India’s most devious murderers and schemers, exploring what made them kill and why?

Here are the inner working of some of the minds of India’s most gruesome killers:

GOWRI SHANKAR A.K.A. AUTO SHANKAR

“Two things fuelled Shankar’s existence—rage and sex. Mixed together, it was a deadly cocktail that would take him down the road to hell. His carnal desires were always streaked with violence, which was symptomatic of his depraved mind.”

THUG BEHRAM- THE WORLD’S MOST DANGEROUS SERIAL KILLER

“Behram became an expert at ‘casting’ the rumaal quickly and accurately so it landed on the Adam’s apple and in a swift move, extinguished people’s lives. Today, the infamous rumaal can be seen online, preserved in the private museum of an unknown collector.”

STONEMAN- INDIA’S MOST ELUSIVE SERIAL KILLER

“The modus operandi was simple. The killer chose his victims from among the pavement-dwellers, especially those who slept alone, far away from a group. The killer would crush the victim’s head with a single boulder, weighing as much as 30 kg. In most cases, the victims did not have relatives or associates who could identify them.”

RAMAN RAGHAV A.K.A. INDIA’S JACK THE RIPPER

“Raghav was a hunter and a scavenger. He killed because he had to. He was always short of money. In such a circumstance, any other person would have resorted to petty theft or burglary. But Raghav had an abundance of sinister urges. As Shakespeare wrote in King Lear, ‘As flies to wanton boys are we to th’ gods. They kill us for their sport.’”

ANJANABAI, SEEMA GAVIT AND RENUKA SHINDE -CHILD KILLERS OF INDIA

“With no source of income, greed for money and a total disregard for the law, Anjana continued chain snatching and pickpocketing on temple premises. She roped in her daughters as well. Renuka was a natural and Seema was told it was a game. By her third time, Seema had begun to enjoy it. Their tiny hands could dip into pockets and open bags quite effortlessly, pulling out their contents. The trio often came under the scanner of the police. They were picked up several times. But the shrewd matriarch would grease the palms of the cops and they would be let off.”


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Five ways everyday fruits and vegetables come to your rescue!

There is no magic pill, diet, exercise programme or mantra that can help you lose weight or prevent or heal a disease. The magic pill is a lifestyle.

In The Magic Weight Loss Pill, the authors, Luke Coutinho and Anushka Shetty have tried to bring you the best lifestyle changes that have helped thousands of people across the globe to lose weight and keep it off and prevent and heal disease. Luke’s expertise in the field of lifestyle and integrative medicine and Anushka’s real-life experience of using lifestyle to lose weight and maintain the fitness levels required of an actor will be applied in this book to help people lose weight and gain health!

Here are some essential fruits and vegetables that you must include in your diet!

 

  • The great Indian diet naturally has enough food that is anti-inflammatory foods, such as turmeric,  cinnamon, garlic, onions and cooked tomatoes. So make sure you include all of these in your diet in sufficient quantities. All fruits and vegetables are also anti-inflammatory.

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  • Raw foods are best absorbed on an empty stomach as they require digestive enzymes different from those for cooked food to be broken down into nutrients, sugar and fibre. Absorption is highest when fruits and raw vegetables are eaten on an empty stomach.

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  • One of the main reasons people accumulate abdominal fat is because alcohol depletes choline, a fat blasting B vitamin that acts directly on the genes that cause fat storage in the abdomen. Bananas are rich in choline and help the body replace it.

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  • Excess uric acid is not a good sign because it is biofeedback from your body that your kidneys aren’t working properly. Raw potato juice has the ability to break down and flush out uric acid from your body. So if you suffer from this condition, drink one glass of this juice in the morning and one at night.

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  • Certain fruits like pineapple are rich in an enzyme called bromelain. Bromelain is an important enzyme when it comes to keeping your body alkaline and reducing inflammation even in the most chronic cases of rheumatoid osteoarthritis.

Get your copy of The Magic Weight Loss Pill today!

An Excerpt from ‘Awakening Bharat Mata’

Awakening Bharat Mata seeks to identify the nature of Indian conservatism and identify its similarities and differences with political thought in the West and generate an informed discussion that goes beyond electoral politics and governance to focus on its continuing relevance in contemporary India.

Read an excerpt from the book below:

It is apparent that the loyal core of the BJP, and indeed the wider Sangh Parivar, has a distinctive understanding of India’s history and civilization, and the post-Independence experience. Nehru too grappled with these issues unendingly, even agonized over them and some of his tentative conclusions formed the basis of the secular consensus as it has prevailed. The BJP leaders, whose perceptions of India’s civilizational ethos flowed from an understanding of Aurobindo, Vivekananda, Savarkar, Golwalkar and Upadhyaya, often as imparted through the boudhik sessions of the RSS, had divergent perceptions.

The departures centred on the centrality of Hinduism—both as belief systems incorporating the Sanatan Dharma and as a way of life—in the ‘idea of India’. According to his biographer’s description, Nehru felt that India’s heritage transcended faith: ‘If all Indians had been converted to Islam or to Christianity, their culture would still have remained the same.’ This assessment was sharply different from Savarkar’s who believed that a departure from the Hindu fold was also accompanied by a change of nationality. To those who grew up offering a prayer to the bhagwa dhwaj at RSS shakhas each day, Hindutva or Hindu-ness was at the core of India’s nationhood, not necessarily as a religion but as a culture. The BJP sees itself as a Hindu party, but this rarely meant a commitment to religious practices, only to a larger cultural ethos. Its disagreement with the ‘secular fundamentalism’ of the Nehruvians was not over the freedom of faith and the non-discriminatory features of the Constitution, but on the centrality of Hindu cultural forms in the symbolism associated with the state. This was coupled with unrelenting hostility to any special treatment or affirmative action for religious minorities. The mantra of ‘justice for all, appeasement of none’ has guided the movement since 1947. The tirade against ‘biryani for terrorists and bullets for kar sevaks’ that the BJP used quite effectively in the 1990s was a crude but telling articulation of how it perceived the double standards of the secularist Congress. The BJP was perhaps the only sustained voice against the secular squeamishness over the ethnic cleansing of Hindu Pandits from the Kashmir Valley in 1990. Its stated hostility to ‘vote bank politics’ practised by the ‘secular’ parties was a coded invitation to Hindus to assert their numerical clout and vote as Hindus.

To this divergence on the features of nationhood was a belief that India had been in a state of servitude since the establishment of the Delhi Sultanate in the eleventh century. Like the early nationalists, the BJP’s pantheon of national heroes included Maharana Pratap, Shivaji, and Guru Govind Singh who had waged war against Mughal rule. Whereas the Nehruvians were inclined to view the Mughal experience as high point of a syncretic and composite culture—what is often called the Ganga-Jamuni  tehzeeb—Hindu nationalists yearned for a recovery of Hindu honour and self-esteem that never quite happened after Independence. The Muslim that Hindu nationalists have profoundly admired has been the former president of India A.P.J. Abdul Kalam who combined his contribution to India’s missile programme with deep reverence for Hindu cultural forms.


Swapan Dasgupta’s Awakening Bharat Mata   is a collection that attempts to showcase the phenomenon of Hindu nationalism in terms of how it perceives itself. AVAILABLE NOW.

 

 

Can India Excel At Sports? Here Are 7 Challenges We Face

As we stand today, Indian sport is a fount of possibility— fast growing in opportunity, slow moving in delivering results, promising in its chaos. Sports management is a legitimate field of study that imparts knowledge on the business of all levels of sport, and is helping bright-eyed youngsters ‘follow their passion’ and channel it into specific directions of interest.

Go! India’s Sporting Transformation features never-before-seen collection of essays by leading athletes, sports writers and professionals, who together tell a compelling story of India’s ongoing sporting transformation.

Here are 7 challenges India faces that if addressed will help us reach new heights in sports:

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Sport in India has been viewed as a form of leakage of capacity and intent. The time spent on sporting activity was time spent not doing something more meaningful. Devoting time and energy to sport was in effect drainage of potential; time and attention paid elsewhere would be deemed to pay richer dividends.

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Sports as a career was a very high-risk choice, one in which being successful was no guarantee of being able to make a half-decent living.

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The idea of engaging in sweaty physical activity was seen to be a lower-order pursuit. What was valorised were the preoccupations that involved the upper body. The mind and its exertions were exalted, and there was a strong class connotation attached to things physical.

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The game of hockey had changed in character, and post the arrival of the astro-turf, the Indian lack of athleticism caught up with the team.

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Sporting federations across different sports displayed the same craven need for power, combined with a callous disregard for the sportsperson. The people charged with the responsibility of promoting sports have traditionally been the single-most important reason for the state that sport has languished in.

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We had a passive relationship with our bodies…..We increasingly think of our bodies as malleable and within our control. We can shape them, mould them as per our need, protect them, and use them to extract more life.

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Apologies… do not come easily to sports federations in India. That would mean the admission of an error and accountability to someone other than themselves. That doesn’t happen enough—neither the governors of an Indian sport admitting errors, nor feeling the need to be accountable.

Go! India’s Sporting Transformation is available now!

Want to be Successful? Guy Kawasaki Tells you How!

“My stories do not depict epic, tragic, or heroic occurrences, because that hasn’t been the trajectory of my life. They do not depict a rapid meteoric rise, either. One decision. One failure. Hard work. One success. My goal is to educate, not awe, you.”

Guy Kawasaki has been a fixture in the tech world since he was part of Apple’s original Macintosh team in the 1980s. He’s widely respected as a source of wisdom about entrepreneurship, venture capital, marketing and business evangelism, which he’s shared in bestselling books such as the art of the start and enchantment. But before all that, he was just a middle-class kid in Hawaii, a grandson of Japanese immigrants, who loved football and got a C+ in 9th grade English. Wise guy, his most personal book, is about his surprising journey.

Here are some lessons from his book!


You should never underestimate the difference one person can make to your life. They can change the entire course of your future.

“Akau’s advice changed the trajectory of my life. If she would have not convinced my parents to send me to ‘Iolani, I would not have gone to Stanford. If I had not gone to Stanford, I would not have met the guy who got me interested in computers and gave me a job at Apple.”

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Your life is a sum of all your decisions. It is up to you to trust your own instincts and actions. A person’s happiness is in their own hands.

“You must believe that you control your own fate. No one else is responsible for your success or failure. Her insights had a profound effect on who I believed was responsible for my happiness – that is me.”

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What matters is how you sell the commodities that you have. And the person who masters the art of selling wins the game.

“Working for Nova was one of the best decisions I ever made because of the CEO of the company, Marty Gruber, taught me one of the most valuable skills I ever learned : how to sell. Jewellery is made of commodities – expensive commodities, but commodities nonetheless. As such, the ability to sell is crucial to success in that line of work.”

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Every great innovation does not require rocket science. Sometimes simple ideas turn out to be the greatest innovations.

“The truth probably is that Bill Gates wanted to get IBM’s business for the IBM PC, and he wasn’t looking beyond that. And Steve and Woz wanted to sell some Apple Is to the Homebrew Computer Club. The long-term plan was “until we run out of money and have to get a real job.”

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Every word can cost a person their career

” In front of everyone, Jobs told Clow not to give me a copy. I don’t know what got into my brain, but I said “Why, Steve, don’t you trust me?” and Steve responded, “No, I don’t.”

And I countered, “That’s okay Steve, I don’t trust you either.” That response may have cost me tens of millions of dollars, because I clearly burned a bridge for working at Apple when jobs returned.”

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Honesty is the best policy

“’What do you think of a company called Knoware?’

I told Jobs that the company’s products were mediocre and that the company was not strategic for us. After all, they didn’t take advantage of the Mac graphical user interface and other advanced features.

After my diatribe, Jobs said to me, “I want you to meet the CEO of Knoware, Archie McGill.” I shook his hand, and Steve said to him, ‘See? That’s what I told you.’”


Guy Kawasaki covers everything from moral values to business skills to parenting. As he writes, “I hope my stories help you live a more joyous, productive, and meaningful life. If Wise Guy succeeds at this, then that’s the best story of all.”

Sip your Way towards Good Health! A Special Tea from ‘The Magic Weight Loss Pill’

What’s the one remedy common to controlling diabetes, hyperthyroidism, kidney and liver stones and excess weight? Lifestyle. Luke Coutinho, co-author of The Great Indian Diet, shows us that nothing parallels the power and impact that simple sustained lifestyle changes can have on a person who’s struggling to lose excess weight or suffering from a chronic disease.

The first part of the book concentrates on the reason we get such diseases in the first place, while the second is filled with sixty-two astonishingly easy and extremely practicable changes that will have you feeling healthier and happier and achieving all your health goals without the rigour and hard work of a hardcore diet or fitness regime.

Here’s a simple recipe from the book to aid your weight loss!

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The Magic Weight-Loss Tea

Add this magic tea to your daily regime and lifestyle. You can use a base of black or green tea, or just makean infusion with water and the following ingredients:

™™ 1 square-inch piece of fresh ginger root
™™ Squeeze of a lemon
™™ 2 cups of water
™™ 2–3 peppercorns
™™ 1 cinnamon stick
™™ 2 cardamom pods, crushed
™™ 2 cloves

Boil, simmer, reduce to half, strain and serve hot with or without pure honey.

This amazing potion is detoxifying and highly anti inflammatory, and has the power to rapidly decrease Candida and yeast infections that inhibit weight loss. Ginger is essential to this magic tea recipe due to its amazing benefits. It helps in boosting immunity and cellular health, controlling high blood pressure, lowering cholesterol and stimulating blood rush to sex organs. It also prevents and treats the flu, digestive issues, menstrual pain, PMS, cancer (by building immunity and cellular health), arthritis, joint/ bone pain and ageing.


Get a kickstart to reaching your fit self with Luke Coutinho and Anushka Shetty’s The Magic Weight Loss Pill

An Honest Conversation about the Mindset that Divides Us, Please?

26/11, 9/11, 7//7 – these are the dates that have changed the way see ourselves and those around us. Dates that have changed the world, and not for the better. It’s about time we had an honest conversation about religion, race, caste and the mindset that divides us.

In this collection writers from India, Sri Lanka and Pakistan – Gulzar, Elmo, Jayawardena, Manjula Padmanabh, Poile Sengupta, Kamail Aijazuddin, Bulbul Sharna and others – write about various kinds of conflicts that plague are world today.

In exclusive partnership with Flipkart, we present you to quotes from A Clear Blue Sky.


“‘…There will be moments when we feel unsettled by someone who is different from us. We just need to remember that being different is not a bad thing. It’s not something that should frighten us.’”

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“‘They are killing each other. Just yesterday we were all friends. Why this sudden madness?’”

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“His world had split into two – into ‘them’ and ‘us’. ‘They’ were anyone who believed in the teachings of Mohammed. ‘Us’ was the rest of the world.”

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“‘We cannot always know the wisdom of the Quran. It tells of jinns, of the Day of Judgement and also how to be a true Muslim. Allah will reveal all to those He wants…’”

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“‘Once he is the deity in a temple only the high-caste priests, royalty and noblemen are allowed inside. Not a low caste like me.’”

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“She taught me that I have a right to reject

What deep down in my heart I cannot accept

But first I must learn to practice the above

And to be heard by the world, I must say it with love.”

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“Kartikeyan is forgotten and like him, very soon I will be forgotten too.”

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“When he carves a goddess he can make the stone smile and when he creates the image of Nataraja, the dancing image of Lord Shiva, it is as if the stone begins to dance.”

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“‘They are ready to kill,’ the sergeant shouted at them.

‘But we are willing to die if the need be.’”

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“Life would have been different perhaps had I given him the answer he wanted. Instead I asked for time. I had wanted only a few days, to calm the seething emotions. But the gods granted me a lifetime.”


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