Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

Why would any government make policies that make its people poorer and unhealthier? I can only put this down to a complete ignorance of real economics due to which policies have the worst effect on the economy and on health.

Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

When I was growing up in army cantonments, meat was on our table every day. It was taken for granted that military men ate meat because they were “real” men. In my grandfather’s house all the women were vegetarian, but he had to have his meat at both meals and the vegetarian women cooked it for him. When I became vegetarian, I had to listen to any number of men yapping on about how they avoided “ghasphoos”. I’ve never heard this nonsense from a woman.

Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

I am reading A Curious History of Food and Drink, by Ian Crofton, and the more I read the sadder I get. It is a compilation of such savagery, such insane greed for destruction, such insensitivity, that I wonder what an alien reading it would think of us humans.

- Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

The legacy of milk drinking has not come to us from Krishna or the Vedas – nowhere in any of sacred texts does anyone drink milk – but from the British. Rabid milk drinkers, they brought this culture into India, started the first dairy farms and promoted it widely. Then our own governments, filled with people who had aped the West for so long, carried on this advertising and gave it a religious connotation (it is not the holy cow but holy milk),  filled it with virtues like calcium and protein, and promoted it as an essential food for children to have at least 3 times a day. But does milk deserve its halo as a food that “does a body good.”

Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

What is Maya? Narada Muni wanted the answer so he meditated for decades until Vishnu appeared. "Come", the god said, "let us walk and I will tell you what Maya is". They walked on the hot sands of the desert and soon they were tired, dusty and thirsty. Then Vishnu pointed at a small hamlet and said, "Narada, please get me some water". Narada knocked on the first door and a girl of beauty and grace opened it. "Come in, my lord", she said. He entered to a welcoming family who gave him food and water and he stayed for months until he asked for the girl’s hand. He married her and had three children. 12 years passed and suddenly there was a flash flood that destroyed the village. Narada took his three children and wife and tried to get out of the high swirling waters. But they were swept away and he found himself alone. He sat in the ruins of his life and cried bitterly. And then he heard the distant voice of Vishnu calling, "Narada, I’ve been waiting half an hour ! Where is my water ?" And then Narada realised that everything was a dream.