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If it's Indian it has to be pure Basmati, otherwise call it Fred
A United States official has said no rice grown in America can be called Basmati and that the patents office in that country recognises that the best Basmati rice comes from India and Pakistan. The US Patent Office said that RiceTec, the company which markets long-grained rice under the name Texmati was given a utility and not a plant patent for a cultivator of Basmati rice.
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Rabbis seek to "purify" newborn boys for Jewish temple
A group of Israeli rabbis is calling on families from a special Jewish caste to hand over their newborn boys for "purification", so that they can serve as future priests in a new Jewish temple. Rabbi Yosef Elboim said that he has been asked by the secretive "Movement for Establishing the Temple" to find future mothers from the Cohanim priestly caste.
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State benefits from Diana will
The state got the lion's share of the will of Diana, Princess of Wales, taking more than 14 million dollars in inheritance tax from her 34.6 million dollars legacy. Her sons will share what is left, with small gift bequests to her 17 godchildren and an 82,000 dollar "thank you" to her former butler Paul Burrel.
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Last halt to paradise
As the train lurches into Belapur, one cannot help feeling slightly disoriented. The familiar pungent station smells -- of hot metal, sweat, deep fried snacks -- a heady bouquet that signifies a beginning, an end or a temporary halt, are absent. It's probably the antiseptic ambience.
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Reviving the rural voice
Wearing a white kurta and an ordinary pair of trousers, a twenty-something man alighted a train at, what was then called, Victoria Terminus. His bewildered, lost look made it evident that he was coming to Mumbai for the first time. His slightly rustic air also spoke of an upbringing in a village, tucked away in the interiors of Maharashtra. His sunburnt skin and rough hands, cut at various places, spoke of a difficult life.
The last dance
Mention International Women's Day and you have images of bra-burning feminists. A danseuse wearing a red bindi, flowers in her hair and kohl-lined eyes yearning for her lover can hardly be the stuff that qualifies for women's rights. But somehow, it does seem appropriate that a complete woman, who was not only one of the greatest classical dancers, but a content wife and mother as well, be remembered on this occasion.
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