Better dead than Ash.

Being a woman in India is the pits. If you don’t see eye to eye with me on this, you need look no further than Aishwarya Rai. A highly accomplished and supremely successful human being in her own right who in her own words is “very demanding when it comes to hair colouring”, she had to bow down to social and, probably familial, pressures when it came to getting hitched before she passed the marriageable age barrier. Of course, she has done well for herself by marrying into the so-called First Family of India. But the amount of humiliation she had to undergo to achieve her goal because she was a manglik was simply unbelievable. Hats off to the consummate artiste in her for going through the surreal scenario written for her by the Great Script Writer up there with her chin up and a smile on her lips – even to the extent of publicly showing a preference for her married surname! After what happened to her, I shall never, never blame the hapless Indian parents for resorting to female foeticide. http://www.iheu.org/node/1049 and http://www.indianchild.com/abortion_infanticide_foeticide_india.htm.