Runner's Heights: Mangled up in Manglik

When you are running alone, there's nothing like some salsa music to set up a good canter. You just groove to the beat which makes your heart race. When you finally stop after your 5-mile run, your quads and knees remind you that you might have done something that you shouldn't have had. But hey, tomorrow is rest day--

And talking about remorse--I couldn't help but feel remorse at the way Amitabh Bachchan dealt with the "manglik" moniker attached to his daughter-in-law, Aishwariya Rai. While Big B professes to be the face of a modern, resurgent India, and the cultural mouthpiece of a progressive nation, in this case he promptly toes the Hindu male chauvinism line. The entourage of priests and astrologers hop stepping through as many temples as possible, trying to appease the Gods to undo Aishwariya's star-crossed fate...ah, the circus and the humiliation. As Big B and family dig deep into their coffers to extricate Aish out of her astrological birth defects, I wonder how deeply they are edifying misogyny and prejudice into the Hindu psyche.

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