None of the Hindus shown in Aslan’s program are American immigrants, rendering Juluri’s feverish charge that Aslan is attacking immigrants a bit odd, as well as academic (though I acknowledge that stressing the “otherness” of non-Christian faiths can come at a peril).
As for Varanasi being a city of the dead, or not, that description isn’t a dead worshipers having been burned to ashes in Varanasi alone.
A lawyer whose services I was seeking for a few marriage-related formalities started by giving me a sermon on running a background check on the man I wanted to marry because “you never know how these s are.” I didn’t call on her again.
Probably every woman in India has one story about having been subject to lecherous looks as she has walked down the street. The male gaze turns more brazen by several orders of magnitude.
Unlike Judaism, Christianity and Islam, which focus on the actions of a single lifetime, Hindu belief centers on a continuous process of birth and rebirth that ultimately releases the true self from the limitations of body and the ego – a freeing of the spirit called moksha.
That process includes a release from sensual experiences, including sexuality.
The third largest religion in the world – after Christianity and Islam – Hinduism accounts for roughly 14% of the global population, with approximately 2 million Hindus living in the United States.
Among its most familiar texts are the Bhagavad Gita, though the Vedas are considered the authoritative guiding text by which one’s life is shaped.
Because there is no central Hindu authority, attitudes to LGBTQ issues vary at different temples and ashrams.
“My husband,” I replied after a while, snapping out of savouring my first-ever snorkelling session.
She then asked me questions about our wedding and everything that had led to it. I later kicked myself for having misunderstood their questions as friendly banter.
Elephant Beach on India’s Andaman Islands was not where I thought I would have to justify my life choices.
Yet, there I was, feet dipped in clear water, staring into the horizon, trying to convince two middle-aged women whom I did not know that the man I was with was indeed my husband.
By the fourth day of our vacation on the islands, we had got used to being stared at.
But when curious glances turned to quizzical looks, we began to realise that we were considered an oddity: A brown woman with a white man. ” one of the two women asked me as soon as my husband left my side.
towards the deceased and their families, [and] the total destruction of the culture of piety and respect that surrounds funeral rites.
The text in these promos spew total errors and lies as “facts,” misstating the meaning of the word “Ghats” (“a flight of stairs leading down to the river”) as “pyres,” depicting the whole city as a “giant crematorium,” and callously describing the poignant ceremony of loved ones immersing the ashes of those who have passed on into the sacred river as “dumping.” What sort of journalism is CNN doing?
Or Reza, a renowned public commentator on religion and nice guy?
And to whom on earth is the most sacred city of Hindus [Varanasi, TF] known as “city of the dead”? What promises to be even worse than the callous misrepresentation and dehumanization of a widely practiced tradition marking love to those who have gone is the episode’s planned focus on a fringe cult of extreme ascetics known as the aghoras.