"Ukraine had its orange revolution, Georgia had its tulip revolution. And now democratic India is having its white revolution. Historians will look back at 11/26, the day the Mumbai attacks started, as a turning point for the political awakening of India's growing, 200-million-strong middle class"—Prashant Agrawal. http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122867595766686077.html ((The Wall Street Journal--12/10/08). This article is about Indian middle class’s first-time fight against ineffectual leadership
The article that captured my imagination more was the one written by Navtaj Dhillon (Mr. Dhillon is a fellow at the Brookings Institution's Wolfensohn Center).
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122843741466881409.html (The Wall Street Journal--12/08/08). Dhillon argues how "the privileged class has had a hand in sustaining ineffectual leadership. In national and state elections, voter turnout in urban centers has been declining as middle-income voters distance themselves from the electoral process. As former Indian diplomat Pavan Varma argues in his book 'The Great Indian Middle Class,' for decades economically advanced Indians have been preoccupied with material gain. Whether it was the subversion of democracy under Indira Gandhi, or acquiescence to communal riots and corruption, the middle class is accustomed to overlooking the fault lines in Indian society."
I wrote a piece along these lines about a dozen years ago (I told you I was ahead of my timeJ:))
Here is another quote (The New York Times--12/6/08) that made me chuckle: "Two of the four main targets were luxury hotels frequented by the city’s wealthy elite: the Taj, facing the Gateway of India, and the twin Oberoi and Trident hotels, a few miles west on Nariman Point. They were the elite’s watering holes and business dinner destinations. And to lose them, said Alex Kuruvilla, who runs the Condé Nast publications in India, is like losing a limb.
"It’s like what I imagine an amputee would feel," he said. "It’s so much part of our lives."
My reaction to these sentiments uttered by this media titan was "how typical!’ The powerful who live in La La land, feel like an amputee only when their luxurious way of life is threatened and not when the man on the street has nothing on his back and nothing in his belly, and at times with a few limbs missing, too.
It’s amazing how, perhaps being the birthplace of democracy, in Greece the killing of one single 15-year-old boy by the police, has turned the country upside down, and in India, self-introspection seems to come about only when things affect one directly.
When I go to church on Sunday’s to sing in the choir I also end up listening to the sermons delivered by the pastor there. Then when I talk to my Jewish friends, they tell me how their religion advocates "repairing things when they are broken." My Hindu friends are quick to point out how the Bhagavad Gita is the "greatest book" ever written. When I ask, what exactly does the Gita tell us? With much pride in her voice, one says, "Fight for what you believe in," though her take was not delivered so succinctly.
Good advice, indeed, but the only problem is until a situation happens in our own backyard, we seem to remain silent. This, perhaps, is not an unusual human trait. To my question, "What does Hinduism teach us?" another friend, a former I.A.S. Officer, in an unguarded moment, accompanied by vigorous hand gestures, utters, "Take care of things within your four walls and throw the garbage right outside."
Much needs to be sorted out in India. Till this is done, things are not going to improve greatly for the new amputees either.
Ciao!
Ro.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Work, Money, Status, Worldy Goodies
The economic news highlighting the deafening sound of firings all over America, much dialog over the subject of work, unemployment leading to dire consequences to some major life style changes for some, etc., is going on all over, but more so in the media. This morning, a Q&A on NPR on unemployment benefits, who qualifies, etc. made me think about this topic, not that this is the first time I've thought about it.
My first exposure to working people was to members of my own family and circle of family friends. Most of them worked for the Government, led a middle class life. Their housing was taken care of by the government and so was their medical needs. Most of those who worked were men. The few women who worked were a handful of highly ambitious ones occupying high posts, others who had no choice but to work to support themselves, and yet others who were mostly doctors, and educators. As for myself, I thought that most likely I too might end up in the government, my only motivation being, wanting to amount to something in life. In other words, I didn't think I needed anything major like a job to navigate through life and if at all I worked it'd be to look good in others' eyes: that magical state of being called status. To have status, the job too must have status.
Enter the element of surprise in life, I ended up in the U.S. Not as a wife like in most cases where immigrants are concerned, but as a dependent daughter of a government official. A master’s degree led to a two-year job stint at a college. It felt good to make money, though I didn’t have much use for this money, as Dad was still providing for me. Again, the need for status motivated me to take up an opportunity that came my way to get a doctorate from a name-brand college. Boston University had a nice ring to its name.
As my journey through life continued, I moved to New York, worked in the city, and finally found a lot of use for all that money I made. Work was challenging and good, but somehow, it felt like, I was working basically because money was a good thing to have. Somehow, work did not define my self-worth, though nor my happiness. Happiness came more from being recognized for my special qualities rather than for what I had accomplished. So developing my personality became a more appealing occupation. A job didn’t necessarily provide opportunities for this. In fact, it came in the way sometime. In fact, I began to see money as a source of financial security but not necessarily a source of contentment or self-growth.
So, now in the face of massive unemployment all around, with so much talk about work everywhere, and also observing folks who in the name of work have sacrificed some of life’s higher joys, I’m beginning to ask if everybody really needs to work in the more recent sense of the concept or could some folks not really obsess over this kind of work? Could we afford to turn the clock back to a time when only those who wanted to work or had to work worked and the rest kept themselves busy doing what they enjoyed most on their own terms? To more genteel times?
Those who know better however could ask, who the hell were the ones who could afford such a genteel life style? Only the privileged. Then again, how long could the privileged stay privileged?
Uncertainty being the name of the game, I guess one should take just one day at a time, try to enjoy what every moment has to offer even while searching for meaningful work that also pays well.
Ciao!
Ro
My first exposure to working people was to members of my own family and circle of family friends. Most of them worked for the Government, led a middle class life. Their housing was taken care of by the government and so was their medical needs. Most of those who worked were men. The few women who worked were a handful of highly ambitious ones occupying high posts, others who had no choice but to work to support themselves, and yet others who were mostly doctors, and educators. As for myself, I thought that most likely I too might end up in the government, my only motivation being, wanting to amount to something in life. In other words, I didn't think I needed anything major like a job to navigate through life and if at all I worked it'd be to look good in others' eyes: that magical state of being called status. To have status, the job too must have status.
Enter the element of surprise in life, I ended up in the U.S. Not as a wife like in most cases where immigrants are concerned, but as a dependent daughter of a government official. A master’s degree led to a two-year job stint at a college. It felt good to make money, though I didn’t have much use for this money, as Dad was still providing for me. Again, the need for status motivated me to take up an opportunity that came my way to get a doctorate from a name-brand college. Boston University had a nice ring to its name.
As my journey through life continued, I moved to New York, worked in the city, and finally found a lot of use for all that money I made. Work was challenging and good, but somehow, it felt like, I was working basically because money was a good thing to have. Somehow, work did not define my self-worth, though nor my happiness. Happiness came more from being recognized for my special qualities rather than for what I had accomplished. So developing my personality became a more appealing occupation. A job didn’t necessarily provide opportunities for this. In fact, it came in the way sometime. In fact, I began to see money as a source of financial security but not necessarily a source of contentment or self-growth.
So, now in the face of massive unemployment all around, with so much talk about work everywhere, and also observing folks who in the name of work have sacrificed some of life’s higher joys, I’m beginning to ask if everybody really needs to work in the more recent sense of the concept or could some folks not really obsess over this kind of work? Could we afford to turn the clock back to a time when only those who wanted to work or had to work worked and the rest kept themselves busy doing what they enjoyed most on their own terms? To more genteel times?
Those who know better however could ask, who the hell were the ones who could afford such a genteel life style? Only the privileged. Then again, how long could the privileged stay privileged?
Uncertainty being the name of the game, I guess one should take just one day at a time, try to enjoy what every moment has to offer even while searching for meaningful work that also pays well.
Ciao!
Ro
Friday, December 5, 2008
A stitch in time . . .
I'm not really a nit picker, but I do believe in checking and re-checking. I do believe in a stitch in time saving nine. Indeed, prevention is better than cure. It's better to secure the barnyard door before the animals take off . . .. Yada, yada, yada. So when I read that "in February, police arrested an LeT terrorist organization-linked Indian named Faim Ansari after an attack on a police station and he was carrying road maps of Mumbai, highlighting several important landmarks of south Mumbai that became the target of last week's terrorist attack" I felt outraged.
Couldn't the police who arrested Ansari and put him behind bars in February found out why he was carrying those marked maps? Amazing how simple but timely questions can avoid so many later disasters. Why aren't people who are paid to ask questions and find answers don't even ask the right questions. Occasionally, when they do, it's too late.
What's so difficult about understanding that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Now the authorities admit there were security lapses. Duh!
It's true that it's not easy to protect every single individual in a wide open democracy like India, but this is no excuse to leave the people vulnerable en masse. Looks like much more damage could have occurred. It was a stroke of luck that the explosives left behind at the station did not explode. They were of course discovered only after a whole week had passed since the attack.
Someone who had experienced the 9/11 WTC decimation in 2001 as well as the Mumbai Massacre declared that the fear factor in the latter one was decidedly more nerve racking than the one, two, three, finished feeling experienced on 9/11. Again, however, one thing that does stand out in both cases is, the terrorists had outsmarted us.
Officials don't want to acknowledge that each time the terrorists succeed at what they set out to do that it's a victory for them. Again, going back to my complaint in another post about not accepting reality for what it is, if we continue hoodwink ourselves into believing all kinds of untruths, eventually, truth will catch up with us.
Master Charles Cannon, the founder of Synchronicity Foundation whose fellow spiritualist Alan Scherr, 58, and his daughter Naomi, 13, died during the attack, claims that we are not victims of the terrorists but victors. Of course, I don't understand this logic. Maybe, my brain doesn't work at that high a level!
Another religious person interviewed on TV when questioned about where God's sympathies lay in all this said that God was not with the terrorists but with those who miraculously survived. This kind of scores a few points for God though it doesn't score any points for the officials who let the people of Mumbai down. Well, these officials aren't godly enough, I guess.
I pray and hope terrorism too along with all other scourges gets eradicated soon. Let's all do our bit.
Ciao!
Ro.
Couldn't the police who arrested Ansari and put him behind bars in February found out why he was carrying those marked maps? Amazing how simple but timely questions can avoid so many later disasters. Why aren't people who are paid to ask questions and find answers don't even ask the right questions. Occasionally, when they do, it's too late.
What's so difficult about understanding that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Now the authorities admit there were security lapses. Duh!
It's true that it's not easy to protect every single individual in a wide open democracy like India, but this is no excuse to leave the people vulnerable en masse. Looks like much more damage could have occurred. It was a stroke of luck that the explosives left behind at the station did not explode. They were of course discovered only after a whole week had passed since the attack.
Someone who had experienced the 9/11 WTC decimation in 2001 as well as the Mumbai Massacre declared that the fear factor in the latter one was decidedly more nerve racking than the one, two, three, finished feeling experienced on 9/11. Again, however, one thing that does stand out in both cases is, the terrorists had outsmarted us.
Officials don't want to acknowledge that each time the terrorists succeed at what they set out to do that it's a victory for them. Again, going back to my complaint in another post about not accepting reality for what it is, if we continue hoodwink ourselves into believing all kinds of untruths, eventually, truth will catch up with us.
Master Charles Cannon, the founder of Synchronicity Foundation whose fellow spiritualist Alan Scherr, 58, and his daughter Naomi, 13, died during the attack, claims that we are not victims of the terrorists but victors. Of course, I don't understand this logic. Maybe, my brain doesn't work at that high a level!
Another religious person interviewed on TV when questioned about where God's sympathies lay in all this said that God was not with the terrorists but with those who miraculously survived. This kind of scores a few points for God though it doesn't score any points for the officials who let the people of Mumbai down. Well, these officials aren't godly enough, I guess.
I pray and hope terrorism too along with all other scourges gets eradicated soon. Let's all do our bit.
Ciao!
Ro.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Post Mortem of Mumbai Massacre
It was amazing how almost non-stop CNN covered the attacks in Mumbai. It wasn't too much of a surprise that BBC did. BBC also didn't ignore another important story unfolding in Thailand for a while now--the occupation of the airport by anti-government protesters who a few days later were joined by pro-government protesters in a sea of redcoats(pro) and black outfits (anti). On the radio front NPR did a fairly thorough job. Fox-TV did, too. Of course, the mighty ABC stuck with its scheduled special, the Obama interview with the diva Barbara Walters. My original plan was to watch this, but as a protest I didn't.
The American TV media were more focused on the American and other Western lives caught in the terrorism drama. They decidedly concluded that the terrorists exclusively targeted the Westerners. It was not very nice that they overlooked giving equal importance to the scores of Indians who had been killed. BBC gave due recognition to them. NPR interviewed the man on the street as well as celebrities like the navel-gazing, best selling author and columnist Shobha Dey.
The man on the street shared my view about the kind of biased coverage by the American TV media. He felt offended by this. Ultimately, it turned out the terrorists were not particularly looking for Westerners, most of whom actually survived and thank God for this. They were focused on high profile targets and ensuring the Western governments' and the Western media's attention by having enough Westerners in the mix, most of whom of course stay at these high-end hotels. Of the nearly 200 people killed, 19 were foreigners (six Americans and not sure how many other Westerners).
Sometimes it feels like some media outlets monger paranoia. This is even worse than peddling fear. Too focused on the ratings game, sometimes integrity gets sacrificed even if unintentionally. Their slant was ironic given the fact the attacks occurred on Indian soil and the carnage at the train station involved only Indian travelers. Foreigners after all are a rarity at train stations. I didn't monitor every single station, so I cant' really comment on the others.
All in all, it sounded like the Mumbai tragedy could have been avoided. There was enough advance warning communicated to the powers that be.
Though Pakistani government sanction might have been missing, in the past Pakistan had had no qualms about being a tacit partner in terrorist actvities against India. On TV, during an interview, President Zardari pleaded to the Indian Government not to "punish" Pakistan for the attacks. If the U.S. were in India's shoes, it would have, much as it discourages India from doing this. What comes out of the investigation and what action India takes would be interesting to watch. But the fundamentals need to be addressed. If terrorism is allowed to grow any further, untold miseries are in store for the world.
President-elect Obama seems like an awfully capable man, so one has to hope that under his leadership with cooperation from all the other players, the U.S. might would be able to eradicate terrorism once and for all. Tall order but certainly doable if the will is there.
The Pakistani High Commissioner to U.K. during an interview on November 26 claimed that the terrorists were dark-skinned so they must be south Indians and most likely Tamil Tigers. This was one of the most ludicrous claims of any kind I had heard.
This morning BBC did a full hour of post mortem analysis. P. Swami, a Security Analyst and Anand Mahindra MD, Mahindra and Mahindra made some very good points and of course P. Chidambaram is a lion and now he is the Home Minster. Hopefully, he'll do all the needful and terrorism will never take place again in India.
Ciao!
Ro.
The American TV media were more focused on the American and other Western lives caught in the terrorism drama. They decidedly concluded that the terrorists exclusively targeted the Westerners. It was not very nice that they overlooked giving equal importance to the scores of Indians who had been killed. BBC gave due recognition to them. NPR interviewed the man on the street as well as celebrities like the navel-gazing, best selling author and columnist Shobha Dey.
The man on the street shared my view about the kind of biased coverage by the American TV media. He felt offended by this. Ultimately, it turned out the terrorists were not particularly looking for Westerners, most of whom actually survived and thank God for this. They were focused on high profile targets and ensuring the Western governments' and the Western media's attention by having enough Westerners in the mix, most of whom of course stay at these high-end hotels. Of the nearly 200 people killed, 19 were foreigners (six Americans and not sure how many other Westerners).
Sometimes it feels like some media outlets monger paranoia. This is even worse than peddling fear. Too focused on the ratings game, sometimes integrity gets sacrificed even if unintentionally. Their slant was ironic given the fact the attacks occurred on Indian soil and the carnage at the train station involved only Indian travelers. Foreigners after all are a rarity at train stations. I didn't monitor every single station, so I cant' really comment on the others.
All in all, it sounded like the Mumbai tragedy could have been avoided. There was enough advance warning communicated to the powers that be.
Though Pakistani government sanction might have been missing, in the past Pakistan had had no qualms about being a tacit partner in terrorist actvities against India. On TV, during an interview, President Zardari pleaded to the Indian Government not to "punish" Pakistan for the attacks. If the U.S. were in India's shoes, it would have, much as it discourages India from doing this. What comes out of the investigation and what action India takes would be interesting to watch. But the fundamentals need to be addressed. If terrorism is allowed to grow any further, untold miseries are in store for the world.
President-elect Obama seems like an awfully capable man, so one has to hope that under his leadership with cooperation from all the other players, the U.S. might would be able to eradicate terrorism once and for all. Tall order but certainly doable if the will is there.
The Pakistani High Commissioner to U.K. during an interview on November 26 claimed that the terrorists were dark-skinned so they must be south Indians and most likely Tamil Tigers. This was one of the most ludicrous claims of any kind I had heard.
This morning BBC did a full hour of post mortem analysis. P. Swami, a Security Analyst and Anand Mahindra MD, Mahindra and Mahindra made some very good points and of course P. Chidambaram is a lion and now he is the Home Minster. Hopefully, he'll do all the needful and terrorism will never take place again in India.
Ciao!
Ro.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The Latest in Terrorism
On the eve of Thanksgiving (TG) Day what a horror story to take to bed! Mumbai had been attacked by a pack of terrorists in nearly a dozen places. Though at the end the powers that be seem to come ahead, overall it's the terrorists who are a step or several steps ahead of the rest. Even as the latest challenge to peace loving people is being dealt with, and except for one attacker all others have been killed, there is no doubt that terrorists are planning a whole new attack some place in the world on scores more of innocent people.
The post 62-hour mayhem and carnage in India between November 26-29 investigation points the blame in different directions, but what's clear is the country's intelligence has failed. The Times of India editor Bachi Kakaria (I came to know about her through her phone interview on CNN over the Mumbai Massacre) put it so succinctly when tongue-in-cheek she said, "For a country that wants to be a knowledge power intelligence is its least valued commodity." Well, The U.S. is a knowledge power, yet it too has failed on several occasions, 9/11 being one of the more tragic.
In the case of 11/26 (I've come to dread the number 11 and in my family there are a lot of eleven's: at least three people in the family share this number somewhere in their birthday) apparently, ample warning had been issued by the terrorists about eight days earlier. The Home Minsiter Patil's or the Security Chief's resignation cannot turn the clock back to when they should have paid heed.
Why is it that officials who are paid to protect the people let us down over and over again? The terrorists know how incompetent many of them are and this is why they are succeeding over and over again with such impunity. Every time the so called leaders condemn terrorist acts, I can't but chuckle. Do they think the terrorists really give a hoot? Are their pronouncements meant to pacify the public outrage? What exactly is the intent? Community organizations also echo the same sissy pronouncements.
What's most important now is for leaders to make it their immediate goal to eradicate terrorism. This sounds unattainable, though, considering how well the "Eradicate Poverty" slogan has worked. I'm supposed to sound optimistic (you know the power of positive thinking, etc.), but somehow I don't think the really capable people are ruling the world. Maybe the really capable became terrorists!
All aspersions aside, I do feel every one of us need to do our part because in the words of the German poet, Pastor Martin Niemöller's
habe ich geschwiegen;ich war ja kein Kommunist.Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten,habe ich geschwiegen;ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat.Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten,habe ich nicht protestiert;ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter.Als sie mich holten,gab es keinen mehr, der protestieren konnte.-----------------------------------------------------
Translation:
When the Nazis came for the communists,I remained silent;after all I was not a communist.When they locked up the social democrats,I remained silent;after all I was not a social democrat.When they came for the trade unionists,I did not speak out;after all I was not a trade unionist.When they came for me,there was no one left to speak out.
When they come for me there would be nobody left to speak out!
My part begins with simple acts like treating those around me with basic decency at all times. No matter how stupid, arrogant, indifferent they maybe, I must never ever lose my cool. If each one of us can consciously do this, we'd already be on the path to conquering the bigger issues. As individuals, because we have not acted above board at all times, we have not acquired the power to fight the bigger tasks like eradicating poverty, terrorism, injustice, et al. No wonder, we don't think we can do these big jobs. Even those who think they can have failed. Like many drops make an ocean, many acts of right conduct will take us all the way to our destination. Driving ten feet at a time one can reach one's end point. I can't remember which great person said this. I think it was one U.S. President.
Let's begin our share toward making this world a better place today! Onward and upward.
Ciao!
Ro.
The post 62-hour mayhem and carnage in India between November 26-29 investigation points the blame in different directions, but what's clear is the country's intelligence has failed. The Times of India editor Bachi Kakaria (I came to know about her through her phone interview on CNN over the Mumbai Massacre) put it so succinctly when tongue-in-cheek she said, "For a country that wants to be a knowledge power intelligence is its least valued commodity." Well, The U.S. is a knowledge power, yet it too has failed on several occasions, 9/11 being one of the more tragic.
In the case of 11/26 (I've come to dread the number 11 and in my family there are a lot of eleven's: at least three people in the family share this number somewhere in their birthday) apparently, ample warning had been issued by the terrorists about eight days earlier. The Home Minsiter Patil's or the Security Chief's resignation cannot turn the clock back to when they should have paid heed.
Why is it that officials who are paid to protect the people let us down over and over again? The terrorists know how incompetent many of them are and this is why they are succeeding over and over again with such impunity. Every time the so called leaders condemn terrorist acts, I can't but chuckle. Do they think the terrorists really give a hoot? Are their pronouncements meant to pacify the public outrage? What exactly is the intent? Community organizations also echo the same sissy pronouncements.
What's most important now is for leaders to make it their immediate goal to eradicate terrorism. This sounds unattainable, though, considering how well the "Eradicate Poverty" slogan has worked. I'm supposed to sound optimistic (you know the power of positive thinking, etc.), but somehow I don't think the really capable people are ruling the world. Maybe the really capable became terrorists!
All aspersions aside, I do feel every one of us need to do our part because in the words of the German poet, Pastor Martin Niemöller's
habe ich geschwiegen;ich war ja kein Kommunist.Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten,habe ich geschwiegen;ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat.Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten,habe ich nicht protestiert;ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter.Als sie mich holten,gab es keinen mehr, der protestieren konnte.-----------------------------------------------------
Translation:
When the Nazis came for the communists,I remained silent;after all I was not a communist.When they locked up the social democrats,I remained silent;after all I was not a social democrat.When they came for the trade unionists,I did not speak out;after all I was not a trade unionist.When they came for me,there was no one left to speak out.
When they come for me there would be nobody left to speak out!
My part begins with simple acts like treating those around me with basic decency at all times. No matter how stupid, arrogant, indifferent they maybe, I must never ever lose my cool. If each one of us can consciously do this, we'd already be on the path to conquering the bigger issues. As individuals, because we have not acted above board at all times, we have not acquired the power to fight the bigger tasks like eradicating poverty, terrorism, injustice, et al. No wonder, we don't think we can do these big jobs. Even those who think they can have failed. Like many drops make an ocean, many acts of right conduct will take us all the way to our destination. Driving ten feet at a time one can reach one's end point. I can't remember which great person said this. I think it was one U.S. President.
Let's begin our share toward making this world a better place today! Onward and upward.
Ciao!
Ro.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
India's Leadership
My friend from US-India Friendship (http://usindiafriendship.net/ ) mass mailed me the following link http://www.indianexpress.com/news/enough-with-the-diffidence/387850/ . The e-mail also contained the following excerpts:
"Despite the chest-thumping in recent years about India emerging as a major global power, its strategic and political elites display an insecurity that defies explanation. A powerful, self-confident nation should be able to articulate a coherent vision about its priorities and national interests.
"The visible lack of self-confidence among Indian elites in their nation’s ability to leverage the international system to its advantage will only weaken India. India should assess its interests carefully and learn to stand up for them.
" India is too big, too proud and too significant a global player to worry about Obama’s phone call. Its sights should be on the real challenges to its interests and it should work towards preserving and enhancing them, without any apologies or explanations."
The context for this Op-Ed piece: Apparently the Indian government felt snubbed by the time he took to phone Mr. Manmohan Singh.
My own quickie, two cent’s worth of response to the theme of self-confidence in this piece or lack thereof was:
The Indian bureaucratic mind is well . . . too bureaucratic. Everything is suspect and unfortunately, only an open mind can soar high like an eagle. Otherwise, we'll continue to stew in our own inward looking ways and be a bunch of turkeys.
How much money India has spent on American PR firms! who seldom delivered. I don't know the exact stats. but tourist dollars going to India is very low other than what the NRI's spend.
There is also always this smug attitude: Oh, India is a great country, we are an old civilization, so there is no need for us to learn much. Only recently the West discovered that the world is round, we knew it three thousand years ago.
Smugness, false modesty and misplaced reverence among a slew of other ills are India's downfall.
Of course, there are some industrial giants and technology titans but unless at the top of the government there is more than lip service to encouraging people of all kinds of talent, we can never fully exhibit our full potential and thus never feel self-confident enough. Bravado is very different from self-confidence. Smugness leads to bravado.
Yeah, about a million people out of a billion plus are enjoying a high standard of living. This too thanks mostly to the handouts from the West. What is India's original contribution to today's world? If we cannot identify this and more importantly others cannot, how can we possibly feel self-confident?
When PM Manmohan Singh talks, do you think it's possible to stay tuned to him for more than two seconds? Why does he have such a servile appearance?
India has a long way to go. Its problems are multi-layered.
The response I got was: Have you met any of India's senior diplomats to assess their performance? About Manmohan Singh and the other things you refer to, I think you are being over-critical.
My response to this was:
I'm of the belief "all criticism is constructive." As for being over-critical, this is an area that needs honest assessment to make any progress. Indeed, it's just my opinion and I'm also of the opinion that had the powers that be been more critical, we (I'm referring to the U.S. here as I'm more plugged into the scene here) wouldn't be in the kinds of mess on various fronts that we are in.
Harsh Pant's own op-ed piece was a criticism of India being "over-critical" if you will over the delayed phone call from Obama (btw, isn't the victor first supposed to get a congratulatory call form foreign leaders?).
My association with Indian diplomats and bureaucrats began at birth. More recently, I have stayed away.
I think I'll blog on this topic.
And I did just now.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Ciao!
Ro.
"Despite the chest-thumping in recent years about India emerging as a major global power, its strategic and political elites display an insecurity that defies explanation. A powerful, self-confident nation should be able to articulate a coherent vision about its priorities and national interests.
"The visible lack of self-confidence among Indian elites in their nation’s ability to leverage the international system to its advantage will only weaken India. India should assess its interests carefully and learn to stand up for them.
" India is too big, too proud and too significant a global player to worry about Obama’s phone call. Its sights should be on the real challenges to its interests and it should work towards preserving and enhancing them, without any apologies or explanations."
The context for this Op-Ed piece: Apparently the Indian government felt snubbed by the time he took to phone Mr. Manmohan Singh.
My own quickie, two cent’s worth of response to the theme of self-confidence in this piece or lack thereof was:
The Indian bureaucratic mind is well . . . too bureaucratic. Everything is suspect and unfortunately, only an open mind can soar high like an eagle. Otherwise, we'll continue to stew in our own inward looking ways and be a bunch of turkeys.
How much money India has spent on American PR firms! who seldom delivered. I don't know the exact stats. but tourist dollars going to India is very low other than what the NRI's spend.
There is also always this smug attitude: Oh, India is a great country, we are an old civilization, so there is no need for us to learn much. Only recently the West discovered that the world is round, we knew it three thousand years ago.
Smugness, false modesty and misplaced reverence among a slew of other ills are India's downfall.
Of course, there are some industrial giants and technology titans but unless at the top of the government there is more than lip service to encouraging people of all kinds of talent, we can never fully exhibit our full potential and thus never feel self-confident enough. Bravado is very different from self-confidence. Smugness leads to bravado.
Yeah, about a million people out of a billion plus are enjoying a high standard of living. This too thanks mostly to the handouts from the West. What is India's original contribution to today's world? If we cannot identify this and more importantly others cannot, how can we possibly feel self-confident?
When PM Manmohan Singh talks, do you think it's possible to stay tuned to him for more than two seconds? Why does he have such a servile appearance?
India has a long way to go. Its problems are multi-layered.
The response I got was: Have you met any of India's senior diplomats to assess their performance? About Manmohan Singh and the other things you refer to, I think you are being over-critical.
My response to this was:
I'm of the belief "all criticism is constructive." As for being over-critical, this is an area that needs honest assessment to make any progress. Indeed, it's just my opinion and I'm also of the opinion that had the powers that be been more critical, we (I'm referring to the U.S. here as I'm more plugged into the scene here) wouldn't be in the kinds of mess on various fronts that we are in.
Harsh Pant's own op-ed piece was a criticism of India being "over-critical" if you will over the delayed phone call from Obama (btw, isn't the victor first supposed to get a congratulatory call form foreign leaders?).
My association with Indian diplomats and bureaucrats began at birth. More recently, I have stayed away.
I think I'll blog on this topic.
And I did just now.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Ciao!
Ro.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
In the face of challenges
November 25, 2008
I am going through some interesting challenges right now. But I have lived long enough to finally realize that where there is water there will be waves and where there is life there will be challenges.
Not even a leaf’s life is exempt from this. But somehow the leaf manages to stay on the branch except for when the force it has to resist overtakes it. So, in my case, too, this would be the ultimate challenge. Though I wish that I’d know in advance what my next challenge would be or when my present ones will find an answer, I’ve also come to realize that as long as I know how to manage them without breaking down I’m one step ahead of my challenges.
A psychiatrist-friend after listening to my current challenges and also having first hand direct knowledge of them writes, "I admire your strength for being able to persevere in the midst of such difficulties. Please continue to be mindful of your own sanity :-), and know that I am always here if you ever need someone to talk to."
I chuckle not because his admiration is not sincere (though in my case, being admired for helping others deal with their challenges is what I’d consider truly worth admiring) but because these words also convey pity even if only unintentionally. For whatever reason, pity to me is, well, pitiable. I don’t handle pity too well.
However, going beyond my initial reaction along these lines, I do ponder how I have stood my ground like that struggling leaf against strong winds trying to take it down. Now, if I analyze the intent of the wind’s blowing I conclude that it’s not its intention to take down the leaf but just its response to atmospheric pressures. This is how our own challenges too brew.
Returning to how I have stood my ground, I decide that for me to be strong not just for myself but also for those who depend on me for their own sanity, too, I must see myself as an instrument that must keep fit at all times. Like a musical instrument that must be kept tuned to produce pleasant notes, I need to keep myself tuned.
To accomplish this, one of the firsts in my life was to enroll in a gym and this is my fourth year (just recently I upgraded to a high-impact gym closer to home). Then look at all the things I enjoy doing and begin to fine tune each one of them and then share it with whoever else might share these interests. The synergy that forms by surrounding oneself with people with common goals, value systems and similar styles of execution is like adding one and one and getting not 2 but eleven. 1+1=11!
Finally, I also added 15 minutes of meditation (read October 27 post) to my day and this too has added to keeping myself tuned.
When we are stressed out (many of the stresses can be avoided but then again life is filled with curve balls and thus one can never predict what life has in store), it’s very easy to feel lost. Some even lose control and end up doing extremely untoward things. So, instead of waiting till stress enters our life and then try to deal with it, and often fail, the better thing to do would be to be ready to deal with it at all times.
Stay physically fit, follow your passions and throw in a little meditation. This is the recipe that has worked for me through all the recent storms in my life. Prior to discovering this recipe, the external storms produced even stronger inner storms, but now at least the inner ones are kept at bay. And, this is no small victory.
Carpe Diem!
Ro.
I am going through some interesting challenges right now. But I have lived long enough to finally realize that where there is water there will be waves and where there is life there will be challenges.
Not even a leaf’s life is exempt from this. But somehow the leaf manages to stay on the branch except for when the force it has to resist overtakes it. So, in my case, too, this would be the ultimate challenge. Though I wish that I’d know in advance what my next challenge would be or when my present ones will find an answer, I’ve also come to realize that as long as I know how to manage them without breaking down I’m one step ahead of my challenges.
A psychiatrist-friend after listening to my current challenges and also having first hand direct knowledge of them writes, "I admire your strength for being able to persevere in the midst of such difficulties. Please continue to be mindful of your own sanity :-), and know that I am always here if you ever need someone to talk to."
I chuckle not because his admiration is not sincere (though in my case, being admired for helping others deal with their challenges is what I’d consider truly worth admiring) but because these words also convey pity even if only unintentionally. For whatever reason, pity to me is, well, pitiable. I don’t handle pity too well.
However, going beyond my initial reaction along these lines, I do ponder how I have stood my ground like that struggling leaf against strong winds trying to take it down. Now, if I analyze the intent of the wind’s blowing I conclude that it’s not its intention to take down the leaf but just its response to atmospheric pressures. This is how our own challenges too brew.
Returning to how I have stood my ground, I decide that for me to be strong not just for myself but also for those who depend on me for their own sanity, too, I must see myself as an instrument that must keep fit at all times. Like a musical instrument that must be kept tuned to produce pleasant notes, I need to keep myself tuned.
To accomplish this, one of the firsts in my life was to enroll in a gym and this is my fourth year (just recently I upgraded to a high-impact gym closer to home). Then look at all the things I enjoy doing and begin to fine tune each one of them and then share it with whoever else might share these interests. The synergy that forms by surrounding oneself with people with common goals, value systems and similar styles of execution is like adding one and one and getting not 2 but eleven. 1+1=11!
Finally, I also added 15 minutes of meditation (read October 27 post) to my day and this too has added to keeping myself tuned.
When we are stressed out (many of the stresses can be avoided but then again life is filled with curve balls and thus one can never predict what life has in store), it’s very easy to feel lost. Some even lose control and end up doing extremely untoward things. So, instead of waiting till stress enters our life and then try to deal with it, and often fail, the better thing to do would be to be ready to deal with it at all times.
Stay physically fit, follow your passions and throw in a little meditation. This is the recipe that has worked for me through all the recent storms in my life. Prior to discovering this recipe, the external storms produced even stronger inner storms, but now at least the inner ones are kept at bay. And, this is no small victory.
Carpe Diem!
Ro.
Monday, November 24, 2008
George Harrison, Generations
November 24, 2008
Friday November 21 night tribute to George Harrison at Hofstra was superb. Hofstra prof. of Hinduism Mr. Greene, a friend of George Harrison's made the show come alive with his easy manners, gift of the gab and fabulously lively personality. The band was a bit too loud but the music was still wonderful. It was house full but B&I had gone early enough, so found good seats.
Spent Saturday with Bernie and Janet and went over to their get-way place in Long Beach right on the ocean. Breathtaking Sunset over the horizon, something B&I enjoy all through summer during our evening power walk on the boardwalk. Went to Da Vinci's for dinner. Very nice place. Fabulous extreme salad and extreme dessert. Worked harder at the gym on Sunday morning under the hood of extreme weather.
Sunday afternoon actually found time to read the day's NY Times on the same day! Later did some local shopping (veges, fruits et al.), found a couple of things that I needed like a pair of new headphones, leggings, et al. At night got busy with a long phone call, a pretty unusual thing for me, but this was an exception even for its content and the person at the other end. Some of it was about life's unexpected curve balls. This prompted me to post the following piece (about a thousand words long) I wrote early part of summer for a fund raising publication:
Generations
By
Dr. Rohini B. Ramanathan
May 2008
It is said that grandchildren and grandparents are the best of friends because they have a common enemy! The "enemy" being the middle generation that bestowed upon these two generations their "grandness." In other words, this sandwich generation—sometimes I feel like road kill--is not necessarily venerated by either one of its beneficiaries. Then again, service is about not expecting anything in return.
Modern science has prolonged life expectancy, and one should feel extremely grateful for this. By the same token, while medicines and other related life-sustaining technology might prolong life, they have not necessarily increased the quality of life. If all one is doing is trying to stay alive and nothing more, as evident from the inordinate amount of energy that goes into this and the billions of dollars spent by consumers on mainly life-sustaining medicines, when does one really live?
Now in their seventies, my own parents, once the most productive, even as others of their generation had wound down or put away the shingles, seem at this point in their lives to be focused on simply staying alive. Making sure their medicine cabinets are fully stocked at all times. This shocks me to no end, even as I celebrate the value of my pharmaceutical stock price go up. Of course, medicines can also do only so much. Some of them in fact seem to do more harm than good what with their inevitable side effects. Life is not meant to offer simple solutions.
In business, the seller knows that half the money spent on advertising is a waste, but the classic dilemma is, not knowing, which half! Similarly, in medicine, too, once you become dependent on it, there is no way of getting off it seems.
We adult children of the sandwich generation feel helpless to fix all the problems facing the older generation, health issues leading the way. On a daily basis, through our parents who are getting older and less vital, mortality stares us in the face. Life turns into taking care of our parents as if they were our children and we are their parents.
When one is in his/her twenties, it feels glamorous to think that one day we’d be taking care of our parents. I even wrote about this feeling in The New York Times. But once this comes close to becoming a reality and we are not in our twenties anymore, taking care of our parents during their golden (more like rusty) years doesn’t feel so glamorous anymore. It feels more like a chore. Added to this is the fact we had to put many of our dreams on hold because we were taking care of our offspring, the next generation, that is.
After investing your prime in raising your offspring and hoping to step away from this role, you’re told by the media that this Generation Y, a.k.a. the millennial generation is looking not necessarily for a job (easier to define and get) anymore, but fulfillment (less easy to define and find). They seem to wish to master the infinite before the finite. This is one of the smartest generations to come along and indeed their take on life makes sense. But, it’s also a fact that they are able to talk about fulfillment not under a Bodhi Tree, but in the safe confines and comfort of their parents’ support. How interesting and what a luxury!
Just like their ancestors from the Buddha’s generation, even without the material comforts of modern day life, asked in the Sanskrit tongue, "Tatah kim? What next? Or the Greek philosophers insisted on leading an examined life, today, Gen. Y echoes these same sentiments.
Caught between the older generation that reaps the benefits of modern science and technology and the post-modern generation Y raised on "Don’t worry, Be happy" kind of anthems, the sandwich generation sometimes wants to go and hide somewhere.
In the traditional way of life, extended families were/are the norm. On other hand, modern lifestyle with its focus more on self-fulfillment and individual self-expression is at odds with these traditional mores. Now each generation has expectations for itself and they are seldom in sync with one another, though the expectations themselves are not unique to one generation.
Love for a healthy and long life and fulfilling activities in life, and living one’s dreams are universal desires. The disconnect comes when the balance of responsibilities are more on one generation than another, in this case, the sandwich generation. Some folks of this generation have found solutions by sending their parents away to Old People’s Homes, Nursing Homes, etc., and throwing out the younger generation to fend for itself ready or not. For the others who see life as shades of gray, such cut-and-dry solutions don’t seem to be the right approach.
Life is not supposed to be perfect, it’s supposed to be punctuated by moral dilemmas, which means lot of soul searching, which in turn, means, serving non stop until so called solutions show up on their own. Until then, life one day is a picnic but one just doesn’t know about the next.
Living with multiple generations, even with all its neurosis, is still fun, however. Here, even a short or small respite goes a very long way, and even a little free time is never taken for granted. All that’s needed to enjoy the upside is to change one’s paradigm and look at life as being half full.
A friend wonders if when she gets old, would her children take care of her? I am unable to imagine ever being in a situation where I’d be at the mercy of my children. I tell my friend that I doubt I’d ever want my children to focus their energies on me. I want to look at people in their 90’s who run the marathon as my example. Never mind I‘ve never run a single marathon ever.
Another friend tells me about his 90-year-old, fit-as-fiddle mother living in an assisted-living home, using the most colorful language one can imagine, cursing at two late comers to the Passover Party at her facility for being late. We all laugh. Now, that’s the spirit I want to possess when I’m 90!
Ciao!
Ro.
Friday November 21 night tribute to George Harrison at Hofstra was superb. Hofstra prof. of Hinduism Mr. Greene, a friend of George Harrison's made the show come alive with his easy manners, gift of the gab and fabulously lively personality. The band was a bit too loud but the music was still wonderful. It was house full but B&I had gone early enough, so found good seats.
Spent Saturday with Bernie and Janet and went over to their get-way place in Long Beach right on the ocean. Breathtaking Sunset over the horizon, something B&I enjoy all through summer during our evening power walk on the boardwalk. Went to Da Vinci's for dinner. Very nice place. Fabulous extreme salad and extreme dessert. Worked harder at the gym on Sunday morning under the hood of extreme weather.
Sunday afternoon actually found time to read the day's NY Times on the same day! Later did some local shopping (veges, fruits et al.), found a couple of things that I needed like a pair of new headphones, leggings, et al. At night got busy with a long phone call, a pretty unusual thing for me, but this was an exception even for its content and the person at the other end. Some of it was about life's unexpected curve balls. This prompted me to post the following piece (about a thousand words long) I wrote early part of summer for a fund raising publication:
Generations
By
Dr. Rohini B. Ramanathan
May 2008
It is said that grandchildren and grandparents are the best of friends because they have a common enemy! The "enemy" being the middle generation that bestowed upon these two generations their "grandness." In other words, this sandwich generation—sometimes I feel like road kill--is not necessarily venerated by either one of its beneficiaries. Then again, service is about not expecting anything in return.
Modern science has prolonged life expectancy, and one should feel extremely grateful for this. By the same token, while medicines and other related life-sustaining technology might prolong life, they have not necessarily increased the quality of life. If all one is doing is trying to stay alive and nothing more, as evident from the inordinate amount of energy that goes into this and the billions of dollars spent by consumers on mainly life-sustaining medicines, when does one really live?
Now in their seventies, my own parents, once the most productive, even as others of their generation had wound down or put away the shingles, seem at this point in their lives to be focused on simply staying alive. Making sure their medicine cabinets are fully stocked at all times. This shocks me to no end, even as I celebrate the value of my pharmaceutical stock price go up. Of course, medicines can also do only so much. Some of them in fact seem to do more harm than good what with their inevitable side effects. Life is not meant to offer simple solutions.
In business, the seller knows that half the money spent on advertising is a waste, but the classic dilemma is, not knowing, which half! Similarly, in medicine, too, once you become dependent on it, there is no way of getting off it seems.
We adult children of the sandwich generation feel helpless to fix all the problems facing the older generation, health issues leading the way. On a daily basis, through our parents who are getting older and less vital, mortality stares us in the face. Life turns into taking care of our parents as if they were our children and we are their parents.
When one is in his/her twenties, it feels glamorous to think that one day we’d be taking care of our parents. I even wrote about this feeling in The New York Times. But once this comes close to becoming a reality and we are not in our twenties anymore, taking care of our parents during their golden (more like rusty) years doesn’t feel so glamorous anymore. It feels more like a chore. Added to this is the fact we had to put many of our dreams on hold because we were taking care of our offspring, the next generation, that is.
After investing your prime in raising your offspring and hoping to step away from this role, you’re told by the media that this Generation Y, a.k.a. the millennial generation is looking not necessarily for a job (easier to define and get) anymore, but fulfillment (less easy to define and find). They seem to wish to master the infinite before the finite. This is one of the smartest generations to come along and indeed their take on life makes sense. But, it’s also a fact that they are able to talk about fulfillment not under a Bodhi Tree, but in the safe confines and comfort of their parents’ support. How interesting and what a luxury!
Just like their ancestors from the Buddha’s generation, even without the material comforts of modern day life, asked in the Sanskrit tongue, "Tatah kim? What next? Or the Greek philosophers insisted on leading an examined life, today, Gen. Y echoes these same sentiments.
Caught between the older generation that reaps the benefits of modern science and technology and the post-modern generation Y raised on "Don’t worry, Be happy" kind of anthems, the sandwich generation sometimes wants to go and hide somewhere.
In the traditional way of life, extended families were/are the norm. On other hand, modern lifestyle with its focus more on self-fulfillment and individual self-expression is at odds with these traditional mores. Now each generation has expectations for itself and they are seldom in sync with one another, though the expectations themselves are not unique to one generation.
Love for a healthy and long life and fulfilling activities in life, and living one’s dreams are universal desires. The disconnect comes when the balance of responsibilities are more on one generation than another, in this case, the sandwich generation. Some folks of this generation have found solutions by sending their parents away to Old People’s Homes, Nursing Homes, etc., and throwing out the younger generation to fend for itself ready or not. For the others who see life as shades of gray, such cut-and-dry solutions don’t seem to be the right approach.
Life is not supposed to be perfect, it’s supposed to be punctuated by moral dilemmas, which means lot of soul searching, which in turn, means, serving non stop until so called solutions show up on their own. Until then, life one day is a picnic but one just doesn’t know about the next.
Living with multiple generations, even with all its neurosis, is still fun, however. Here, even a short or small respite goes a very long way, and even a little free time is never taken for granted. All that’s needed to enjoy the upside is to change one’s paradigm and look at life as being half full.
A friend wonders if when she gets old, would her children take care of her? I am unable to imagine ever being in a situation where I’d be at the mercy of my children. I tell my friend that I doubt I’d ever want my children to focus their energies on me. I want to look at people in their 90’s who run the marathon as my example. Never mind I‘ve never run a single marathon ever.
Another friend tells me about his 90-year-old, fit-as-fiddle mother living in an assisted-living home, using the most colorful language one can imagine, cursing at two late comers to the Passover Party at her facility for being late. We all laugh. Now, that’s the spirit I want to possess when I’m 90!
Ciao!
Ro.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Fall in Downstate New York, Fantasies
November 20, 2008
In my mind , the crisp, not-too-cold yet, so enjoy it all you can while it lasts fall weather, throws up among other images, the scene at Rockefeller Center in the city. Though this year Christmas preparations seem to have started sooner than usual (to counter the cheerlessness brought about by the economy?) the Christmas tree and the opening of the ice skating rink at the Center are still a week away.
Like many other lives, my life too is made of many fulfilled and many not-yet-realized dreams even though some of it has been a total surprise. This some of it has been beyond my wildest dreams, yet there is one dream (probably unrealizable) I have left. Being a fairly realistic person, I don't fantasize much, but one fantasy I do have is to be able to skate at Rockefeller Center.
A friend of mine, a polio victim, made of a different ilk than mine, who can barely walk without support, dared to learn ice skating as an adult. I marveled at this even as I could relate to the pain he experienced every time he fell on the rink which were numerous times as reported by him. I'm not sure if he ever mastered this skill. He still enjoyed the experience because this is who he is. Nothing deters him from doing what he wants to do.
Me, on the other hand, bold as I am, I still detest physical pain. There is no way I can learn to skate without falling numerous times, so I'll have to be content just with watching others sail across on that icy sheet of wonder. Yes, many of the skaters do fall but they probably don't mind.
This is the flaw I have. Unless I can do something fairly remarkably well, I refuse to even try. This is why most things I do even now began for me when I was very young.
Yes, it'd be wonderful to turn the clock back and start all over again. Relive most of my life, delete a few things and add a few others like ice skating.
Ciao!
Ro.
In my mind , the crisp, not-too-cold yet, so enjoy it all you can while it lasts fall weather, throws up among other images, the scene at Rockefeller Center in the city. Though this year Christmas preparations seem to have started sooner than usual (to counter the cheerlessness brought about by the economy?) the Christmas tree and the opening of the ice skating rink at the Center are still a week away.
Like many other lives, my life too is made of many fulfilled and many not-yet-realized dreams even though some of it has been a total surprise. This some of it has been beyond my wildest dreams, yet there is one dream (probably unrealizable) I have left. Being a fairly realistic person, I don't fantasize much, but one fantasy I do have is to be able to skate at Rockefeller Center.
A friend of mine, a polio victim, made of a different ilk than mine, who can barely walk without support, dared to learn ice skating as an adult. I marveled at this even as I could relate to the pain he experienced every time he fell on the rink which were numerous times as reported by him. I'm not sure if he ever mastered this skill. He still enjoyed the experience because this is who he is. Nothing deters him from doing what he wants to do.
Me, on the other hand, bold as I am, I still detest physical pain. There is no way I can learn to skate without falling numerous times, so I'll have to be content just with watching others sail across on that icy sheet of wonder. Yes, many of the skaters do fall but they probably don't mind.
This is the flaw I have. Unless I can do something fairly remarkably well, I refuse to even try. This is why most things I do even now began for me when I was very young.
Yes, it'd be wonderful to turn the clock back and start all over again. Relive most of my life, delete a few things and add a few others like ice skating.
Ciao!
Ro.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Diversity
November 19, 2008
Yesterday morning at Carlyle on the Green, a restaurant in Bethpage State park, the fifth annual American Jewish Committee (AJC) organized Thanksgiving, Diversity and Inter-Faith Breakfast took place. Long Island's two County Executives Tom Suozzi and Steve Levy were the chief guests and the two honorees were Detective Sergeant Gary Shapiro (since 1995 has been responsible for tracking and coordinating Nassau County's response to hate crimes) and Det. Sergeant Robert Reeks (Special Assistant to the Police Commissioner, Commanding Officer, Hate Crimes Unit of the Suffolk County Police Department since 1998).
Most of the 200 or so guests represented various faith-based and community-based social-service organizations. The emcee was the AJC-Long Island president, Mr. Alon Kapen, and the main speakers were the two county executives. When the first speaker Mr. Levy came to the podium, it was not hard to read his mind. It was clear from the get go that he wanted to clear the air with respect to the recent swirling criticism he had received from the media particularly about how his strict take on undocumented immigrants might have influenced the latest hate crime in Suffolk (see Nov. 13 entry).
People listened intently and when he spoke the words to the effect we all need to live in harmony they clapped. Mr. Levy has probably been so hurt by the words in the media he even went to the extent of embracing one and all into the universal brotherhood fold, including undocumented workers. This was a 180 degree reversal from his previous insistence on stopping anybody suspect for the purpose of checking their documents. His last words were that "words have much meaning." How very true! Sometimes, unfortunately, even unintended meaning.
Mr. Suozzi, much gentler these days in his deliveries, was as charming as ever. What I related to most was what he said about the common use of the term tolerance. This had been my take too when it came to tolerance toward differences. I too had always felt differences and diversity must be celebrated. Tolerance was a totally inappropriate term to be used in this context. It was heartening to hear Mr. Suozzi echo my own sentiments.
Among the Indian attendees were a Sikh contingency and a Hindu one of eight people, seven of them known to me, and half of the eight, doctors. It's marvelous that in spite of their demanding profession, the physicians are able to devote so much time to the community.
All in all, it was a wintry but fun morning at a place set amidst the crisp fall scenery of the park. Much as harmony was the theme and many were gathering in different groups later to contribute toward this idea, an air of competition was present among them. However, this was also marked with a commitment to a cause that perhaps included their own self interest in more than one way. We're only human! Some of us do exploit a cause to further our own personal agendas.
Kudos to AJC (particularly to the behind-the-scenes people like Melissa S. and Carolyne L.) for putting together yet another successful event, which has become so much more relevant at this juncture in history where divisions are waiting in the wings to rear their ugly head.
On the downside, the holiday food donations table didn't seem to be overflowing though unlike past breakfasts. Maybe because this time there was a charge for the breakfast, many folks decided that the $20 they paid to get in was good enough and didn't bring any cans as was suggested by AJC.
Ciao!
Ro.
Yesterday morning at Carlyle on the Green, a restaurant in Bethpage State park, the fifth annual American Jewish Committee (AJC) organized Thanksgiving, Diversity and Inter-Faith Breakfast took place. Long Island's two County Executives Tom Suozzi and Steve Levy were the chief guests and the two honorees were Detective Sergeant Gary Shapiro (since 1995 has been responsible for tracking and coordinating Nassau County's response to hate crimes) and Det. Sergeant Robert Reeks (Special Assistant to the Police Commissioner, Commanding Officer, Hate Crimes Unit of the Suffolk County Police Department since 1998).
Most of the 200 or so guests represented various faith-based and community-based social-service organizations. The emcee was the AJC-Long Island president, Mr. Alon Kapen, and the main speakers were the two county executives. When the first speaker Mr. Levy came to the podium, it was not hard to read his mind. It was clear from the get go that he wanted to clear the air with respect to the recent swirling criticism he had received from the media particularly about how his strict take on undocumented immigrants might have influenced the latest hate crime in Suffolk (see Nov. 13 entry).
People listened intently and when he spoke the words to the effect we all need to live in harmony they clapped. Mr. Levy has probably been so hurt by the words in the media he even went to the extent of embracing one and all into the universal brotherhood fold, including undocumented workers. This was a 180 degree reversal from his previous insistence on stopping anybody suspect for the purpose of checking their documents. His last words were that "words have much meaning." How very true! Sometimes, unfortunately, even unintended meaning.
Mr. Suozzi, much gentler these days in his deliveries, was as charming as ever. What I related to most was what he said about the common use of the term tolerance. This had been my take too when it came to tolerance toward differences. I too had always felt differences and diversity must be celebrated. Tolerance was a totally inappropriate term to be used in this context. It was heartening to hear Mr. Suozzi echo my own sentiments.
Among the Indian attendees were a Sikh contingency and a Hindu one of eight people, seven of them known to me, and half of the eight, doctors. It's marvelous that in spite of their demanding profession, the physicians are able to devote so much time to the community.
All in all, it was a wintry but fun morning at a place set amidst the crisp fall scenery of the park. Much as harmony was the theme and many were gathering in different groups later to contribute toward this idea, an air of competition was present among them. However, this was also marked with a commitment to a cause that perhaps included their own self interest in more than one way. We're only human! Some of us do exploit a cause to further our own personal agendas.
Kudos to AJC (particularly to the behind-the-scenes people like Melissa S. and Carolyne L.) for putting together yet another successful event, which has become so much more relevant at this juncture in history where divisions are waiting in the wings to rear their ugly head.
On the downside, the holiday food donations table didn't seem to be overflowing though unlike past breakfasts. Maybe because this time there was a charge for the breakfast, many folks decided that the $20 they paid to get in was good enough and didn't bring any cans as was suggested by AJC.
Ciao!
Ro.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tools for living the good life
November 17, 2008
The weekend was all about self-assessment and self-exploration at a place called Peace Village (http://www.peacevillage.com/) in Haines Falls, in the Catskills area in upstate New York south of Albany. When one connects with Nature in a pristine setting like the Peace Village's, one is bound to be in touch with the real and the unsullied.
Because it was already dark when we drove up to the Village, we missed the area's beauty of the gorge and the valley, the streams and the brooks and of course totally missed the several water falls on Route 23A, a narrow, winding, hairline-curved road. On our way back on Sunday afternoon, we caught up on all the missed breathtaking sights.
One time, when I witnessed Sunrise that took my breath away at the Grand Canyon, I felt that indeed there must be a God. Something about Nature has this effect on even atheists perhaps. The beauty of Haines Falls has the same effect.
Nestled amidst this is Peace Village where year-long retreats like the one (Confluence: Roots and Wings) we went to take place led by the Brahma Kumaris, an order of women primarily and some men who have embraced a spiritual life, some of them straddling successfully between both the commercially driven market place and the order. The theme of the retreat was the exploration of the confluence of various contradictions at this particular time in history.
For instance, the confluence of extreme material wealth in the world and the gradual awareness of the havoc it can create (however, not once was any of the problems of the world around us like the current financial meltdown was mentioned). The underlying theme as reflected in the title Roots and Wings was how tradition (roots) gives us the grounding to soar into unexplored territories. The stronger one's roots are the sturdier one's wings!
What amazes one about the whole philosophy of the order of the Brahma Kumaris is how they in their every action project abundance. This morning's TV news is dominated by nothing but scarcity (Citigroup is laying off 53, 000 employees cutting down its workforce from 350, 000 to 300, 000), a Saudi Oil Tanker has been hijacked off of Somalia and the speculation is the 25 crew members would be pawns in the demand for ransom money by the hijackers, disaster capitalism (reference: Best Selling Author, Naomi Klein), et al. and I can't stop wondering how the BK's run over 8,500 centres in 100 countires and territories strictly based on volunteerism? Does this story of abundance have something to do with its female leadership and the story of the world of capitalism to do with male leadership? After I wrote this line, I happened to read: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/16/weekinreview/16dobrzynski.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=Maybe+the+meltdown%27s+a+guy+thing&st=nyt
I was right on the money! Amazing how it's women's hormonal imbalance that gets blamed for their "oh-that-time-of-the-month" behavior. I think that now hormone-related havoc created by men can join the gallery of rogues, too.
For some, when they return home such retreats might make them feel depressed as the contrast between the experience in this almost other worldly setting and their real world demands could be stark. But by the same token the retreat also serves as the place where one could pick up the right tools to manage one's worldly affairs smartly. A confluence of the right tools and the life's daily challenges.
Those who have not yet experienced what Peace Village has to offer, they must experience it at least once to see what they are missing. I've been fortunate to have been associated with this group (I'm the kind who's open to learning from all over) for a long time and hope to continue benefiting from my association. The awareness and constant reminder that life could be lived with a sense of abundance as exemplified by the BK's is worth learning. They are waiting to show others how one could. The smart ones among us will take advantage of their generosity.
Ciao!
Ro
The weekend was all about self-assessment and self-exploration at a place called Peace Village (http://www.peacevillage.com/) in Haines Falls, in the Catskills area in upstate New York south of Albany. When one connects with Nature in a pristine setting like the Peace Village's, one is bound to be in touch with the real and the unsullied.
Because it was already dark when we drove up to the Village, we missed the area's beauty of the gorge and the valley, the streams and the brooks and of course totally missed the several water falls on Route 23A, a narrow, winding, hairline-curved road. On our way back on Sunday afternoon, we caught up on all the missed breathtaking sights.
One time, when I witnessed Sunrise that took my breath away at the Grand Canyon, I felt that indeed there must be a God. Something about Nature has this effect on even atheists perhaps. The beauty of Haines Falls has the same effect.
Nestled amidst this is Peace Village where year-long retreats like the one (Confluence: Roots and Wings) we went to take place led by the Brahma Kumaris, an order of women primarily and some men who have embraced a spiritual life, some of them straddling successfully between both the commercially driven market place and the order. The theme of the retreat was the exploration of the confluence of various contradictions at this particular time in history.
For instance, the confluence of extreme material wealth in the world and the gradual awareness of the havoc it can create (however, not once was any of the problems of the world around us like the current financial meltdown was mentioned). The underlying theme as reflected in the title Roots and Wings was how tradition (roots) gives us the grounding to soar into unexplored territories. The stronger one's roots are the sturdier one's wings!
What amazes one about the whole philosophy of the order of the Brahma Kumaris is how they in their every action project abundance. This morning's TV news is dominated by nothing but scarcity (Citigroup is laying off 53, 000 employees cutting down its workforce from 350, 000 to 300, 000), a Saudi Oil Tanker has been hijacked off of Somalia and the speculation is the 25 crew members would be pawns in the demand for ransom money by the hijackers, disaster capitalism (reference: Best Selling Author, Naomi Klein), et al. and I can't stop wondering how the BK's run over 8,500 centres in 100 countires and territories strictly based on volunteerism? Does this story of abundance have something to do with its female leadership and the story of the world of capitalism to do with male leadership? After I wrote this line, I happened to read: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/16/weekinreview/16dobrzynski.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=Maybe+the+meltdown%27s+a+guy+thing&st=nyt
I was right on the money! Amazing how it's women's hormonal imbalance that gets blamed for their "oh-that-time-of-the-month" behavior. I think that now hormone-related havoc created by men can join the gallery of rogues, too.
For some, when they return home such retreats might make them feel depressed as the contrast between the experience in this almost other worldly setting and their real world demands could be stark. But by the same token the retreat also serves as the place where one could pick up the right tools to manage one's worldly affairs smartly. A confluence of the right tools and the life's daily challenges.
Those who have not yet experienced what Peace Village has to offer, they must experience it at least once to see what they are missing. I've been fortunate to have been associated with this group (I'm the kind who's open to learning from all over) for a long time and hope to continue benefiting from my association. The awareness and constant reminder that life could be lived with a sense of abundance as exemplified by the BK's is worth learning. They are waiting to show others how one could. The smart ones among us will take advantage of their generosity.
Ciao!
Ro
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Hate's Ugly Face
November 13, 2008
My talk last night titled: World's Two Vibrant Democracies, India and the U.S., A Cultural Perspective went real well and was very well-received. I opened with a short (17 frames) overview PowerPoint show and then made it an interactive session.
What a beautiful auditorium the Plainview Library has! Beth S., the program director was wonderful to work with. The last time I was at the library, I had given a concert and the attendance and the interest level were high back then, too. The auditorium is only about 3 1/2 years old. Last night's audience too was very enthusiastic.
In my opening after the slide presentation, I referred to the following crime: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/11/opinion/11tue3.html in the context of what a horrible way to express one's opinion in a so called developed democracy!
Democracy thrives only in a civil society and hate crimes have no place anywhere least of all in a country where every individual is constitutionally protected by the state.
On Saturday, November 8 evening, I was sipping wine and noshing on hors d' oeuvres with friends in Queens. At the same time, while in a dark alley on neighboring Long Island, when the Ecuadorian immigrant Marcello Lucero, 37, a supervisor of a dry cleaning business, lay bleeding from stabs caused by a bunch of Patchogue-Medford high-school teenage boys who had gone looking for a Latinos to beat up on but ended up killing, no constitution could save his life!
Given the title of my talk, reference to this incident had to come up. Apparently, 60% hate crimes in the U.S. are committed against immigrants, not that it should be committed against anyone.
How unpredictable life is and for us to spend it hating and harming others is such an unenlightened way to live. For heaven's sake, live and let leave, people. Even if we don't help our fellow humans in a pro-active way, at least let's not harm them. Don't they have every right to be on this earth too and strive for the same kind of things everyone else in this world wants?
It's not hard to understand the frustrations many people feel about their personal circumstances but how foolish to think that our miseries are caused by others. If this is the kind of thinking that pervades our being, there is just no hope for us to ever make something of ourselves.
No motive has been established yet in the despicable act by these wanton teens, but I strongly suspect that in the U.S., in line with different groups of immigrants being targeted throughout its history, now it's the Latinos' turn.
I remember way back how I had been invited by the New York City Police Academy to "educate and sensitize" the graduating officers about the Indian community. It's time schools in areas with large immigrant populations were targeted for this kind of education, too. Maybe it's Governor Paterson's responsibility to commit to this for now long-term cause and go beyond: “I am directing state law enforcement agencies to assist Suffolk County officials in any way possible to ensure swift and certain justice for this heinous crime. Our state has zero tolerance for such bigotry, and I urge authorities to move quickly to prosecute the perpetrators to the fullest extent of the law.”
Organizations like American Jewish Council (AJC) and Latino-Jewish Council on the Island are committing their resources to nipping hate
from spreading. Bravo to them! Let's hope never again do we see hate crimes again!
Live and let live, people!
Ro.
My talk last night titled: World's Two Vibrant Democracies, India and the U.S., A Cultural Perspective went real well and was very well-received. I opened with a short (17 frames) overview PowerPoint show and then made it an interactive session.
What a beautiful auditorium the Plainview Library has! Beth S., the program director was wonderful to work with. The last time I was at the library, I had given a concert and the attendance and the interest level were high back then, too. The auditorium is only about 3 1/2 years old. Last night's audience too was very enthusiastic.
In my opening after the slide presentation, I referred to the following crime: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/11/opinion/11tue3.html in the context of what a horrible way to express one's opinion in a so called developed democracy!
Democracy thrives only in a civil society and hate crimes have no place anywhere least of all in a country where every individual is constitutionally protected by the state.
On Saturday, November 8 evening, I was sipping wine and noshing on hors d' oeuvres with friends in Queens. At the same time, while in a dark alley on neighboring Long Island, when the Ecuadorian immigrant Marcello Lucero, 37, a supervisor of a dry cleaning business, lay bleeding from stabs caused by a bunch of Patchogue-Medford high-school teenage boys who had gone looking for a Latinos to beat up on but ended up killing, no constitution could save his life!
Given the title of my talk, reference to this incident had to come up. Apparently, 60% hate crimes in the U.S. are committed against immigrants, not that it should be committed against anyone.
How unpredictable life is and for us to spend it hating and harming others is such an unenlightened way to live. For heaven's sake, live and let leave, people. Even if we don't help our fellow humans in a pro-active way, at least let's not harm them. Don't they have every right to be on this earth too and strive for the same kind of things everyone else in this world wants?
It's not hard to understand the frustrations many people feel about their personal circumstances but how foolish to think that our miseries are caused by others. If this is the kind of thinking that pervades our being, there is just no hope for us to ever make something of ourselves.
No motive has been established yet in the despicable act by these wanton teens, but I strongly suspect that in the U.S., in line with different groups of immigrants being targeted throughout its history, now it's the Latinos' turn.
I remember way back how I had been invited by the New York City Police Academy to "educate and sensitize" the graduating officers about the Indian community. It's time schools in areas with large immigrant populations were targeted for this kind of education, too. Maybe it's Governor Paterson's responsibility to commit to this for now long-term cause and go beyond: “I am directing state law enforcement agencies to assist Suffolk County officials in any way possible to ensure swift and certain justice for this heinous crime. Our state has zero tolerance for such bigotry, and I urge authorities to move quickly to prosecute the perpetrators to the fullest extent of the law.”
Organizations like American Jewish Council (AJC) and Latino-Jewish Council on the Island are committing their resources to nipping hate
from spreading. Bravo to them! Let's hope never again do we see hate crimes again!
Live and let live, people!
Ro.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The war to end all wars!
November 11, 2008
Veterans' Day in the U.S., Armistice Day in Europe. The day that commemorates those millions of men and women who gave their lives for a cause in the war that was to end all wars!
War is something I'll never understand. A long-held, pet theory of mine is physically, humans evolved from four-legged creatures to sophisticated explorers and creators and connoisseurs of art and literature but mentally we have ways to go. Once we are fully evolved mentally as well, we sill stop fighting, we'll all become just and rational.
My friend Lou who was a WW II veteran passed away last year at the age of 86. This was due to some medical screw up. He had won a purple heart which as a pacifist he threw away later.
Lou was an exceptionally talented man. He drew the most hilarious cartoons and wrote great stuff almost till the last day of his life. How many poets, how many writers and how many other kinds of artists we lose in wars! And how many other wonderful folks. War: What a waste! I know there are those who see it differently, but I'll keep dreaming that one day there won't be any wars.
The bad thing about being able to see your gym from you bedroom is you can't wait to get there. Call me crazy! Maybe it's the newness of this situation as opposed to having my old gym seven traffic lights away, that was there at 5 a.m. this morning (of course, my old gym opened only at 6). I don't mind if I can keep this up.
Planning to go see Madagscar 2 Africa tonight. Should be fun.
Read a nice essay by Andrew Leonard on Salon.com Nov 10, 2008) and also sent him a nice note. Here is the essay: http://www.salon.com/tech/htww/?last_story=/tech/htww/2008/11/10/john_leonard/
And here is my comment:
Sorry about your loss
Hi, Andrew,
I stumbled upon your essay quite accidentally and I'm glad I did (I'm not a regular visitor here; too bad there are only so many hours in a day). It was a moving tribute to your father and in turn to the saner side of America. This redemptive election made us feel hopeful again about many things in life. How wonderful it'd have been if your father had lived to see the day Adlai Stevenson's defeat was finally avenged.
As a foreign student, who moved here in the early 1970's, to behold Nixon (having seen only the likes of Rock Hudson, Elvis Presley, Bobby and Jack Kenendy till then, it was hard for me to believe that Nixon was also American) in the White House was very difficult. Later, it was even harder to learn that a smart and decent guy like Stevenson had lost the election years ago. For a minute I wodnered if I were really in the U.S.
On 11/4/08, suddenly and iexplicably, the world wasn't so topsy turvy anymore. Too bad your dad passed away without seeing this.
Yes, writers write!
Got to go! Dad wants dinner. He hasto go for dialysis.
Veterans' Day in the U.S., Armistice Day in Europe. The day that commemorates those millions of men and women who gave their lives for a cause in the war that was to end all wars!
War is something I'll never understand. A long-held, pet theory of mine is physically, humans evolved from four-legged creatures to sophisticated explorers and creators and connoisseurs of art and literature but mentally we have ways to go. Once we are fully evolved mentally as well, we sill stop fighting, we'll all become just and rational.
My friend Lou who was a WW II veteran passed away last year at the age of 86. This was due to some medical screw up. He had won a purple heart which as a pacifist he threw away later.
Lou was an exceptionally talented man. He drew the most hilarious cartoons and wrote great stuff almost till the last day of his life. How many poets, how many writers and how many other kinds of artists we lose in wars! And how many other wonderful folks. War: What a waste! I know there are those who see it differently, but I'll keep dreaming that one day there won't be any wars.
The bad thing about being able to see your gym from you bedroom is you can't wait to get there. Call me crazy! Maybe it's the newness of this situation as opposed to having my old gym seven traffic lights away, that was there at 5 a.m. this morning (of course, my old gym opened only at 6). I don't mind if I can keep this up.
Planning to go see Madagscar 2 Africa tonight. Should be fun.
Read a nice essay by Andrew Leonard on Salon.com Nov 10, 2008) and also sent him a nice note. Here is the essay: http://www.salon.com/tech/htww/?last_story=/tech/htww/2008/11/10/john_leonard/
And here is my comment:
Sorry about your loss
Hi, Andrew,
I stumbled upon your essay quite accidentally and I'm glad I did (I'm not a regular visitor here; too bad there are only so many hours in a day). It was a moving tribute to your father and in turn to the saner side of America. This redemptive election made us feel hopeful again about many things in life. How wonderful it'd have been if your father had lived to see the day Adlai Stevenson's defeat was finally avenged.
As a foreign student, who moved here in the early 1970's, to behold Nixon (having seen only the likes of Rock Hudson, Elvis Presley, Bobby and Jack Kenendy till then, it was hard for me to believe that Nixon was also American) in the White House was very difficult. Later, it was even harder to learn that a smart and decent guy like Stevenson had lost the election years ago. For a minute I wodnered if I were really in the U.S.
On 11/4/08, suddenly and iexplicably, the world wasn't so topsy turvy anymore. Too bad your dad passed away without seeing this.
Yes, writers write!
Got to go! Dad wants dinner. He hasto go for dialysis.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Predictions
November 9, 2008
Have been seeing Sarah Palin on the news quite a bit in the last few days. For all the polls and pundits' proclaiming Obama's victory, I was quite worried about how the election might turn out. I wondered what I'd do if Pailn got elected. What would happen to my faith that smart folks would eventually see light? Thank God, Obama won and they did or vice versa.
My impression of Palin is she has tasted blood (even if it was her own, if you will) and she will return for more. Her immediate opportunity might be if she decides to run for the seat belonging to Ted Stevens, the multi-term senator from Alaska, if he wins and chooses not to return or is not "allowed" to return.
The determination that Palin displays borders on masochism. So, my gut feeling she'll run to occupy Stevens's seat, if vacated. What dauntless chutzpah she displayed and she now calls others mean-spirited? Hello!
Appearance wise Obama looks like a pharaoh to me. To those who believe in reincarnation, he might even be considered a reincarnation of President Lincoln. Go ahead and try disproving this.
Overate on Friday at the IALI women's lunch and again yesterday at dinner at friend's home. Worked out at the gym today, but mustn't keep overeating like this no matter how being "off-shore" gives license to the cookie monster in me. The sweets give me a bad headache and enervate me, too. Getting back on track takes forever. Feels good though if I can get rid of my headache without resorting to a pain killer like I did yesterday.
Feeling great today. Experimented with a new dish I learned from Meena the cashier at the Biggest Banana. Spinach, Green Methi (fenugreek), dill, scallion, dry split peas, chili powder and turmeric. Smelt strange. Must improve on this bare bones recipe. Decided to mix it up with the pumpkin, potato, onion, tomato, garlic, ginger, green chili dish from yesterday. DELICIOUS!
Good night!
Got to go.
Have been seeing Sarah Palin on the news quite a bit in the last few days. For all the polls and pundits' proclaiming Obama's victory, I was quite worried about how the election might turn out. I wondered what I'd do if Pailn got elected. What would happen to my faith that smart folks would eventually see light? Thank God, Obama won and they did or vice versa.
My impression of Palin is she has tasted blood (even if it was her own, if you will) and she will return for more. Her immediate opportunity might be if she decides to run for the seat belonging to Ted Stevens, the multi-term senator from Alaska, if he wins and chooses not to return or is not "allowed" to return.
The determination that Palin displays borders on masochism. So, my gut feeling she'll run to occupy Stevens's seat, if vacated. What dauntless chutzpah she displayed and she now calls others mean-spirited? Hello!
Appearance wise Obama looks like a pharaoh to me. To those who believe in reincarnation, he might even be considered a reincarnation of President Lincoln. Go ahead and try disproving this.
Overate on Friday at the IALI women's lunch and again yesterday at dinner at friend's home. Worked out at the gym today, but mustn't keep overeating like this no matter how being "off-shore" gives license to the cookie monster in me. The sweets give me a bad headache and enervate me, too. Getting back on track takes forever. Feels good though if I can get rid of my headache without resorting to a pain killer like I did yesterday.
Feeling great today. Experimented with a new dish I learned from Meena the cashier at the Biggest Banana. Spinach, Green Methi (fenugreek), dill, scallion, dry split peas, chili powder and turmeric. Smelt strange. Must improve on this bare bones recipe. Decided to mix it up with the pumpkin, potato, onion, tomato, garlic, ginger, green chili dish from yesterday. DELICIOUS!
Good night!
Got to go.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Obama, the president-elect, not the place in Japan
November 6, 2008
Why has everyone gone gaga over Obama? Personally, nothing fazes me much. Maybe, because having been raised in a family where almost constantly only the ephemerality of things was highlighted, I find everything . . . well, ephemeral like an ocean wave. Having said this, I must also confess that I'm quite grounded too in the affairs of the world.
"Barry" as his elementary school classmates back in Indonesia call him, indeed is a breath of fresh air. Though he won't deliver your milk in the morning as some people who have highly unrealistic expectations for this man (please, he's no God) whose victory spells "all is possible" under the sun hope, he definitely has a rare kind of peripheral vision. His history-making victory alone is proof of this.
I do believe he'll surround himself with people like himself--smart, deisciplined, aware--will listen to all points of view and would ultimately do things not impress but to make a real difference, not just superficial. Silly bravado will not define his actions but thoughtful and deliberate consideration of all sides of an issue. This is what is required of all human beings (animals seem to exhibit this trait far better than even us) to effect appropriate solutions to life's even minuscule problems, and so one can only imagine how much more critical it's going to be for the president of a giant nation.
I do have faith in the new guy about to move into the White House that he'll do the right thing and I'm being foolish perhaps to think that the new world order could even move toward the legendary Rama Rajya model delineated in the Ramayana.
Thanks to the the two little girls who'd be making the White House their home, too, one lucky dog is also bound to accompany them.
Ciao!
Why has everyone gone gaga over Obama? Personally, nothing fazes me much. Maybe, because having been raised in a family where almost constantly only the ephemerality of things was highlighted, I find everything . . . well, ephemeral like an ocean wave. Having said this, I must also confess that I'm quite grounded too in the affairs of the world.
"Barry" as his elementary school classmates back in Indonesia call him, indeed is a breath of fresh air. Though he won't deliver your milk in the morning as some people who have highly unrealistic expectations for this man (please, he's no God) whose victory spells "all is possible" under the sun hope, he definitely has a rare kind of peripheral vision. His history-making victory alone is proof of this.
I do believe he'll surround himself with people like himself--smart, deisciplined, aware--will listen to all points of view and would ultimately do things not impress but to make a real difference, not just superficial. Silly bravado will not define his actions but thoughtful and deliberate consideration of all sides of an issue. This is what is required of all human beings (animals seem to exhibit this trait far better than even us) to effect appropriate solutions to life's even minuscule problems, and so one can only imagine how much more critical it's going to be for the president of a giant nation.
I do have faith in the new guy about to move into the White House that he'll do the right thing and I'm being foolish perhaps to think that the new world order could even move toward the legendary Rama Rajya model delineated in the Ramayana.
Thanks to the the two little girls who'd be making the White House their home, too, one lucky dog is also bound to accompany them.
Ciao!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The Day After
November 5, 2008
Whoa, what a night it was! I witnessed history being made in live time. At 11 p.m. even as the votes had been partially counted, Jon Stewart (Daily Show) announced Obama as the winner. My eyes welled up. I stayed up till 1 a.m., a near-rarity for me unless I'm returning from a late-night party. McCain's concesion speech was gracious as it should be and Obama's acceptance speech was controlled yet electrifying. In the audience, Jesse Jackson's face was soaked in tears and Oprah Winfrey's face smiling from ear-to-ear, projected disbelief like did so many other faces. Yes, it was a surreal moment.
America had once again emerged a giant among nations. Last night, how proud I felt being a citizen of this country and electing its next president. I wonder how those immigrants who chose not to get naturalized felt last night. Like Mr. Obama, a son of a Kenyan father but native-born to a White American, said, now America had once again followed up its words with action through the "Power of Democracy." Once agian, "Not just tell but show!"
"The road will be long, the climb will be steep," declared the president-elect. A bitter sweet pill to swallow but as long as he continues to set an example, the rest of the country will continue to be realistic, too.
It's losing track of reality that put America on the wrong track in the last few years. Hopefully, now it will get back on track. So will all those individuals who too had been following a mislaid path that has inevitably led to the present state of human affairs, particularly in human relationships, that primary foundation of any human effort.
As I watched Obama and Biden shoulder to shoulder, I said a silent prayer: God please keep them safe. Give them the courage, wisdom and strength to lead the country and the world in a wholesome direction. Amen!
On November 12, I am scheduled to speak at the Plainview-Bethpage Library and the title of the talk is: The World's Two Vibrant Democracies, India and the U.S., a Cultural Perspective. This week's history making events alone should inspire me to do a good job.
Ciao!
God Bless America, God Bless the World, God Bless the leaders, God Bless one and all.
Whoa, what a night it was! I witnessed history being made in live time. At 11 p.m. even as the votes had been partially counted, Jon Stewart (Daily Show) announced Obama as the winner. My eyes welled up. I stayed up till 1 a.m., a near-rarity for me unless I'm returning from a late-night party. McCain's concesion speech was gracious as it should be and Obama's acceptance speech was controlled yet electrifying. In the audience, Jesse Jackson's face was soaked in tears and Oprah Winfrey's face smiling from ear-to-ear, projected disbelief like did so many other faces. Yes, it was a surreal moment.
America had once again emerged a giant among nations. Last night, how proud I felt being a citizen of this country and electing its next president. I wonder how those immigrants who chose not to get naturalized felt last night. Like Mr. Obama, a son of a Kenyan father but native-born to a White American, said, now America had once again followed up its words with action through the "Power of Democracy." Once agian, "Not just tell but show!"
"The road will be long, the climb will be steep," declared the president-elect. A bitter sweet pill to swallow but as long as he continues to set an example, the rest of the country will continue to be realistic, too.
It's losing track of reality that put America on the wrong track in the last few years. Hopefully, now it will get back on track. So will all those individuals who too had been following a mislaid path that has inevitably led to the present state of human affairs, particularly in human relationships, that primary foundation of any human effort.
As I watched Obama and Biden shoulder to shoulder, I said a silent prayer: God please keep them safe. Give them the courage, wisdom and strength to lead the country and the world in a wholesome direction. Amen!
On November 12, I am scheduled to speak at the Plainview-Bethpage Library and the title of the talk is: The World's Two Vibrant Democracies, India and the U.S., a Cultural Perspective. This week's history making events alone should inspire me to do a good job.
Ciao!
God Bless America, God Bless the World, God Bless the leaders, God Bless one and all.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Election Day and my birthday
November 4, 2008
It's election day and also my birthday. Author Phelan's (November 3 post) is tomorrow. I have voted already and I hope my candidates win. I plan to go get my free coffee being offered to voters by Star Bucks. Interesting that if you don't have a sticker to prove you voted they'd take your word for it. Neat! Too bad there is no Ben & Jerry's nearby for me collect my free scoop of ice cream. Ben & Jerry's New York Fudge is good. Krispy Kream doughnouts I can do without, of course.
It's so sad that Obama's grandmother died yesterday. How much he'd miss her tonight and if he wins, how proud she'd have been and how much happier he'd be!
More later . . . maybe.
Have a great day.
Ro.
P.S. The Star Bucks was bad. Am I looking a gift horse in the mouth? U betcha:)
It's election day and also my birthday. Author Phelan's (November 3 post) is tomorrow. I have voted already and I hope my candidates win. I plan to go get my free coffee being offered to voters by Star Bucks. Interesting that if you don't have a sticker to prove you voted they'd take your word for it. Neat! Too bad there is no Ben & Jerry's nearby for me collect my free scoop of ice cream. Ben & Jerry's New York Fudge is good. Krispy Kream doughnouts I can do without, of course.
It's so sad that Obama's grandmother died yesterday. How much he'd miss her tonight and if he wins, how proud she'd have been and how much happier he'd be!
More later . . . maybe.
Have a great day.
Ro.
P.S. The Star Bucks was bad. Am I looking a gift horse in the mouth? U betcha:)
Monday, November 3, 2008
Family Dynamics, An author Encounter and Yale Economist Schiller
November 3, 2008
On Saturday, November 1, I saw the Pulitzer Prize writer Tracy Letts's Tony Award-winning (among other awards) Broadway Play, August:Osage County (AOC). Wow, what a terrific play! The weather was picture perfect unlike in the play where it's the month of August in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, U.S.A.
Plot synopsis (from Wikipedia)
The plot centers on a reunion of the Weston family, living in the state of Oklahoma; the play's title refers to Osage County, which lies northwest of Tulsa. The three-act play, which runs for about 3 hours, 20 minutes including intermissions, deals with such issues as drug abuse, alcoholism, suicide, death, family dysfunction, sexual harassment, aging, generational change, racism, incest, infidelity, and ultimately love.
Tolstoy's War and Peace classic opening lines: Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
These famous lines lead one to believe that there are on this earth totally happy families. This seems statistically impossible and in fact quite depressing to think this is even possible. But one cannot argue with Tolstoy. However, he himself chose to write about that dominant unhappy state of affairs that marks most people's lives.
The reason AOC has been so successful is because by mirroring the unhappy state of affairs of one family it mirrors the quiet desperate lives of many in this world. What make this story compelling is nobody is really quiet about his/her desperate life. They may gloss over it but they are certainly not quiet. Of course, then there won't be a play.
Going back to happy families, I've seen them only in Bollywood movies where all the cutout characters who seemingly represent good are idealized like the gods in Hinduism. One reason Western movies are more appealing to the thinking audience is because they try to represent reality in a realistic way. By making you think, they still entertain, deft execution being the reason. So they are more engaging and helps one analyze the challenges in one's own life and even feel better.
Though the challenges and the hardships that the Weston family faces are very different from my own, at some level they are not that different. I bet everyone in that audience felt this way. I guess this "relatability" quotient is what has made the story line so powerful and the play so successful.
The metaphysical lines spoken by Ivy, the youngest daughter, when she doesn't want to be the sole caretaker of her recently widowed mother anymore, echo such sentiments uttered by other meta-thinkers and the words in the Upanishads: Ultimately, we are just a jumble of cells randomly connected to each other, so why put weight to relationships?
On the surface, these sentiments sound cynical or like a cop-out but wouldn't this more realistic thinking be the best to deal with the loss of near and dear ones in life?
An afternoon with a deep-thinking author:
Recently, I met Pat, the author Tom Phelan's wife at a breakfast meeting and following this, knowing my interest in writing, she invited me to a talk by her husband on Sunday, November 2 at Molloy College five miles from home. in Rockville Center, NY. I declined a lunch invitation elsewhere and went to this event.
Again, it was a crisp Fall day (to some extent I do envy those who have this kind of weather through out the year--the West Coast comes to mind--then again except for a few dog days of summer and a few hazardous days in winter, New York suburbs do have wonderful weather not to mention wonderful landscape) and the campus setting was cozy and before a group of literary aficionados (maybe) Mr. Phelan spoke. His url: http://www.tomphelan.net/. He read aloud some pages from his most recent book: The Canal Bridge. Those passages were riveting yet laced with the kind of comedy that inevitably accompanies human absurdity.
What a wonderful learning experience the afternoon was! I think at some level we write about what bothers us most. From this perspective, I hazard to guess that Mr. Phelan feels tremendously bothered by wars.
I too am waiting for the day when we'll stop annihilating each other and learn to live peacefully by making time to learn about each other. Among many things I learned yesterday, what I found to be most heart wrenching was the kind of gruesome death toll the World War I trench warfare inflicted. How could one expect war to be pretty?
On the eve of U.S. Presidential Election:
The "most historic" U.S. Presidential Election is tomorrow and economy is the number one voter issue. In this context, given the present economic climate, the following is a must read: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/02/business/02view.html?ei=5070&emc=eta1
Why is it that when I say such things, nobody take me seriously?:) And more importantly, why are the experts so afraid to speak up before a calamity instead of after? Because unlike me, they have a vested interest as the article points out?
Go vote! It's a privilege that shouldn't be taken for granted. No privilege should be!
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On Saturday, November 1, I saw the Pulitzer Prize writer Tracy Letts's Tony Award-winning (among other awards) Broadway Play, August:Osage County (AOC). Wow, what a terrific play! The weather was picture perfect unlike in the play where it's the month of August in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, U.S.A.
Plot synopsis (from Wikipedia)
The plot centers on a reunion of the Weston family, living in the state of Oklahoma; the play's title refers to Osage County, which lies northwest of Tulsa. The three-act play, which runs for about 3 hours, 20 minutes including intermissions, deals with such issues as drug abuse, alcoholism, suicide, death, family dysfunction, sexual harassment, aging, generational change, racism, incest, infidelity, and ultimately love.
Tolstoy's War and Peace classic opening lines: Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
These famous lines lead one to believe that there are on this earth totally happy families. This seems statistically impossible and in fact quite depressing to think this is even possible. But one cannot argue with Tolstoy. However, he himself chose to write about that dominant unhappy state of affairs that marks most people's lives.
The reason AOC has been so successful is because by mirroring the unhappy state of affairs of one family it mirrors the quiet desperate lives of many in this world. What make this story compelling is nobody is really quiet about his/her desperate life. They may gloss over it but they are certainly not quiet. Of course, then there won't be a play.
Going back to happy families, I've seen them only in Bollywood movies where all the cutout characters who seemingly represent good are idealized like the gods in Hinduism. One reason Western movies are more appealing to the thinking audience is because they try to represent reality in a realistic way. By making you think, they still entertain, deft execution being the reason. So they are more engaging and helps one analyze the challenges in one's own life and even feel better.
Though the challenges and the hardships that the Weston family faces are very different from my own, at some level they are not that different. I bet everyone in that audience felt this way. I guess this "relatability" quotient is what has made the story line so powerful and the play so successful.
The metaphysical lines spoken by Ivy, the youngest daughter, when she doesn't want to be the sole caretaker of her recently widowed mother anymore, echo such sentiments uttered by other meta-thinkers and the words in the Upanishads: Ultimately, we are just a jumble of cells randomly connected to each other, so why put weight to relationships?
On the surface, these sentiments sound cynical or like a cop-out but wouldn't this more realistic thinking be the best to deal with the loss of near and dear ones in life?
An afternoon with a deep-thinking author:
Recently, I met Pat, the author Tom Phelan's wife at a breakfast meeting and following this, knowing my interest in writing, she invited me to a talk by her husband on Sunday, November 2 at Molloy College five miles from home. in Rockville Center, NY. I declined a lunch invitation elsewhere and went to this event.
Again, it was a crisp Fall day (to some extent I do envy those who have this kind of weather through out the year--the West Coast comes to mind--then again except for a few dog days of summer and a few hazardous days in winter, New York suburbs do have wonderful weather not to mention wonderful landscape) and the campus setting was cozy and before a group of literary aficionados (maybe) Mr. Phelan spoke. His url: http://www.tomphelan.net/. He read aloud some pages from his most recent book: The Canal Bridge. Those passages were riveting yet laced with the kind of comedy that inevitably accompanies human absurdity.
What a wonderful learning experience the afternoon was! I think at some level we write about what bothers us most. From this perspective, I hazard to guess that Mr. Phelan feels tremendously bothered by wars.
I too am waiting for the day when we'll stop annihilating each other and learn to live peacefully by making time to learn about each other. Among many things I learned yesterday, what I found to be most heart wrenching was the kind of gruesome death toll the World War I trench warfare inflicted. How could one expect war to be pretty?
On the eve of U.S. Presidential Election:
The "most historic" U.S. Presidential Election is tomorrow and economy is the number one voter issue. In this context, given the present economic climate, the following is a must read: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/02/business/02view.html?ei=5070&emc=eta1
Why is it that when I say such things, nobody take me seriously?:) And more importantly, why are the experts so afraid to speak up before a calamity instead of after? Because unlike me, they have a vested interest as the article points out?
Go vote! It's a privilege that shouldn't be taken for granted. No privilege should be!
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Thursday, October 30, 2008
News Headline:
The above headline made me want to post the following (lifted from the Internet): Read on!
October 30, 2008
Gurvashtakam
By
Adhi Sankara Bhagawat Pada
Translated by
P.R.Ramachander
Sareeram suroopam thadha va kalathram,
Yasacharu chithram dhanam meru thulyam,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 1
Even if you have a pretty mien, a beautiful wife,
Great fame and mountain like money,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Kalathram Dhanam puthrapothradhi sarvam,
Gruham Bandhavam Sarvamethadhi jatham,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 2
Even if you have a wife, wealth, children grand children.
House , relations and are born in a great family,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Shadangadhi vedo Mukhe sasra vidhya ,
Kavithwadhi gadhyam , supadhyam karothi,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 3
Even if you are an expert in six angas and the four Vedas,
And an expert in writing good prose and poems,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Videseshu manya, swadeseshu danya,
Sadachara vrutheshu matho na cha anya,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 4
Even if you are considered great abroad, rich in your own place,
And greatly regarded in virtues and life,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Kshma mandale bhoopa bhoopala vrundai,
Sada sevitham yasya padaravindam,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 5
Even if you are a king of a great region,
And is served by kings and great kings,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Yaso me gatham bikshu dana prathapa,
Jagadwathu sarvam kare yah prasdath,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 6
Even if your fame has spread all over,
And the entire world is with you because of charity and fame,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Na Bhoge, na yoge, Na vaa vajirajou,
Na kantha sukhe naiva vitheshu chitham,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 7
Even if you do not concentrate your mind,
On passion, Yoga, fire sacrifice,
Or in the pleasure from the wife
Or in the affairs of wealth,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Anarghani rathnani mukthani samyak,
Samalingitha kamini yamineeshu,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 8
Even if you have priceless jewel collection,
Even if you have an embracing passionate wife,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
(Another version of Sloka no.8 :-
Aranye na vaa swasya gehe na karye,
Na dehe mano varthathemath vanarghye,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 8
Even if your mind stays away in the forest,
Or in the house, Or In duties or in great thoughts
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use? )
Gurvashtakam
By
Adhi Sankara Bhagawat Pada
Translated by
P.R.Ramachander
Sareeram suroopam thadha va kalathram,
Yasacharu chithram dhanam meru thulyam,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 1
Even if you have a pretty mien, a beautiful wife,
Great fame and mountain like money,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Kalathram Dhanam puthrapothradhi sarvam,
Gruham Bandhavam Sarvamethadhi jatham,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 2
Even if you have a wife, wealth, children grand children.
House , relations and are born in a great family,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Shadangadhi vedo Mukhe sasra vidhya ,
Kavithwadhi gadhyam , supadhyam karothi,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 3
Even if you are an expert in six angas and the four Vedas,
And an expert in writing good prose and poems,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Videseshu manya, swadeseshu danya,
Sadachara vrutheshu matho na cha anya,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 4
Even if you are considered great abroad, rich in your own place,
And greatly regarded in virtues and life,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Kshma mandale bhoopa bhoopala vrundai,
Sada sevitham yasya padaravindam,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 5
Even if you are a king of a great region,
And is served by kings and great kings,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Yaso me gatham bikshu dana prathapa,
Jagadwathu sarvam kare yah prasdath,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 6
Even if your fame has spread all over,
And the entire world is with you because of charity and fame,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Na Bhoge, na yoge, Na vaa vajirajou,
Na kantha sukhe naiva vitheshu chitham,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 7
Even if you do not concentrate your mind,
On passion, Yoga, fire sacrifice,
Or in the pleasure from the wife
Or in the affairs of wealth,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
Anarghani rathnani mukthani samyak,
Samalingitha kamini yamineeshu,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 8
Even if you have priceless jewel collection,
Even if you have an embracing passionate wife,
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use?
(Another version of Sloka no.8 :-
Aranye na vaa swasya gehe na karye,
Na dehe mano varthathemath vanarghye,
Gurorangri padme manaschenna lagnam,
Thatha kim Thatha Kim, Thatha kim Thatha kim. 8
Even if your mind stays away in the forest,
Or in the house, Or In duties or in great thoughts
If your mind does not bow at the Teacher’s feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use? )
*Teacher represents wisdom and sagacity.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
What if . . . I too blogged?
Topic: Education
October 29, 2008
"SeDeTO"Topic: Education
October 29, 2008
Yesterday’s news report about why kids drop out of school. According to a Chicago School Report, it’s in 9th grade most kids who drop out, do.
How does one keep kids engaged in school?
School is not just about education. It’s also first lab where social skills are learned, tenuous relationships are formed, and one’s self-conscious behavior is tested, all these most pronounced during early adolescent years (9th grade?). All these involve stress. In other words, it’s a young developing person’s mental health is at risk. Only when the mind is calm and ripple-free can it engage in what’s being taught.
Stress affects the body’s dopamine level which in turn affects one’s behavior. While in some this might lead to fighting stress, it could also lead to fleeing stress-inducing situations. So educators seeking to find answers to why kids drop out need to focus on this fundamental causal-effect relationship and address the issues from the ground up. Addressing a child’s errant behavior by another stress-provoking (punishment for instance) will not produce the desired result of improvement in a student’s improved behavior such as staying in school and more importantly staying engaged.
Cause-Effect Continuum:
Stress=>Student Disengagement=>Dropping out
Sress=>Student Disengagement=>Intervention=>Staying in School=>Staying Engaged=>Completing School
The stress-disengagement-tune out (SeDeTO) behavior applies to one and all and in all life’s situations.
Some Possible Sources of Stress:
- Friends
- Family
- Inability to understand a subject being taught
- Inability to fit in
- Not receiving enough attention from those the student is supposed to receive attention from: e.g. Parents, Teacher, Friends, and.
- Others depending upon one’s own personal situation in life
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October 28, 2008
Deepavali (Diwali)--The Hindu Festival
Deepavali, the Festival of Lights a Time For Reflection!
Deeepavali celebrates life, joy and goodness.
Light dispels darkness and empowers us
To shine cheer and beauty
Mirth and friendship all around us.
On this day, as we worship Lakshmi the goddess of wealth
Even as we reflect on the destructive economic havoc its generation has let loose
In the last month alone,
Wealth still needs to be seen as a positive notion.
Only greed breeds Excess,
A corruptive and destructive force
But its smarter cousin Abundance that knows where to draw the line
Serves this world just right.
Wealth by itself is not corrupt but what matters is
How we acquire it and how we use it.
Often, wealth equals power and power is good,
As long as we use it to accomplish goodness in this world.
That’s my personal Greeting on this joyful day!
Wishing You & Yours
A Happy, Healthy And Prosperous Deepavali!
May every day be a day of light over darkness!
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October 27, 2008
Topic: Life style
Benefit of Meditation, a personal view:
I lead a fairly balanced life and keep myself healthy through proper eating, exercise and other "good" habits. This also has meant a fairly low-stress life style. Finally, however, I decided to see what benefits meditation (one reason I had not bother so far is because as a trained singer, I’m into music a lot) might have on someone like me. As a recent practitioner and my own readiness is my guru, this is my take on this centuries-old practice.
Benefit of meditation does not occur not while meditating. It’s like practicing music. Just like daily practice of an art benefits one’s stage performance, meditation helps one’s performance of daily activities, one’s overall behavior. Most daunting things don’t look so daunting anymore. During "confrontation" one’s is not confrontational anymore. One is able to bring objectivity to a situation much more easily and treat one’s own emotions more clinically. Is also able to analyze the subtext beneath the "opponent’s" action, which on the surface might have been triggered by your action but a whole other set of reasons might be at work behind his/her behavior.
This is much more the case if the behavior is a bit off and not proportional to the behavior that triggered the reaction.
Another behavioral change that occurs through meditation is the ability to bring a laser-like focus to any task.
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