What is entertainment?

Synopsis : When we were children, we enjoyed the drama and other entertainment during our festivals that brought us all together in the community but now it seems that the social element is missing from people’s lives so they become more lonely and apathetic.The blog scrutinises the role entertainment plays is people’s lives.

What is entertainment?

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When we were kids, we had to pay 25 cents a month as the entertainment fee in our school. On weekends a van would come to our school playground where we eagerly waited for the Charlie Chaplin and Laurel Hardy movies that the projectionist showed on a big bed sheet strung between two bamboo poles.

We could sit on either side of the bed sheet and did not care if Chaplin was using his left hand or right because he was so funny either way and we laughed at the antics of Laurel and Hardy until our stomach ached.

The peanut seller did a roaring business at such times to the dismay of the janitor who had to clean up afterwards but we were just kids having fun. There was no restraint on us and the teachers sat in one corner also enjoying the show.

I also remember staying up whole night along with everyone else to watch the drama that the amateur actors and actresses put up during the Pooja festival. We knew them all because they lived in our community and some were related so it was a big family affair.

The sets and settings were primitive and we could hear the prompter on the side hidden behind a thin proscenium trying his best to prompt the lines from the book because the actors could not remember their lines. It was so funny because the prompter could say anything and the poor actors would repeat it without knowing that a joke was being played on them. We roared in laughter and rolled on the ground holding our stomach.

I was often the one holding the rope of the curtain and pulled it with all my might to lift it or let it down as the scene required while swatting the insects attracted by the lights but it was so much fun.

There was a serious scene in a drama one night when an old man farted loudly while the audience was totally absorbed in the drama. All the hell broke loose and the poor girls on the stage tried desperately not to laugh because it was a serious scene. Someone at the back admonished the old man saying Grand Pa behave yourself. People roared in laughter. That was real entertainment in those days.

Once there was a religious drama being played where a bearded man was supposed to throw an egg in a fit of temper but it was a rubber ball painted white that bounced off the stage and landed on the lap of very naughty kids who always sat in the front. Not to be hesitant, they picked up the ball and threw it back on to the stage shouting Grandpa here is your egg. Oh! It was so much fun that I still laugh thinking about the past.

In those days 50 years ago boys and girls did not mix so the boys dressed as girls or women and vice versa so men put up false stuffed bras and looked very funny. The girls had to flatten their chests somehow to look like boys but we knew them all and had fun.

There was no television those days so our only source of music was our old Raymond radio. It was long before the advent of cassette players, CD and DVD players. I brought the first stereo from abroad that people stopped outside our house to listen to because no one had heard such sound before. The future of music with Dolby sound and stereo was still unknown not to mention the CD that could play for hours with crisp clarity and superb sound.

Oh Yes. There were the old-fashioned gramophones. Someone had one that had to be hand cranked to play the record and after each play of few records, the needle had to be replaced because it wore out so fast. We used to joke that a thorn could also do the job. The record played only for three minutes and had to be flipped to hear the part B if it was a narrative or a ghost story that we loved so much. If the speed started to falter, we cranked it up frantically and laughed until tears came.

Then came the long-playing records at 33 rpm and stereo sound. I could stack up 6 records on the spindle that would drop one by one and played them all for quite some time that impressed people.

By this time the cassette players were common but Walkman stereo was just introduced so people loved the sound in their earphones. The evolution of sound continued resulting in CD where it could play 20 songs but that was still many years away.

But the entertainment I am writing about was more of a social thing like watching a funny movie or a drama where the actors forgot their lines. It was something to be enjoyed with others.

Now it has degenerated to a very selfish narcissistic way of enjoying entertainment watching a DVD alone at home or listening to music in your head phone while travelling or sitting in a park. The technology has put excellent sound and video in the hands of common people but taken away from them the joy of entertainment in the company of others. People have become more self-centered and aloof.

The old-fashioned opera and drama has not disappeared totally. I was very amused by a drama played in a village in Bengal by a travelling group that followed the harvest season and knew when the farmers had money. They showed up in a village where their advance team put up the huge tents, lights and sound system, brought in their generators and fenced the area to keep out the free loaders. Their drama was crude and replete with obscene jokes that the farmers easily understood and laughed at .They walked long distance to get to the venue because it was entertainment for them and their family. These itinerant groups had a busy schedule travelling from village to village entertaining people and making good money in the process.

I have seen the same thing in Vietnam during the war when a group appeared in our town and set up the stage and lights. They made such a racket with their gongs and cymbals that it could make you deaf but people greatly enjoyed their songs and dances. Sometimes the actors lost their false beard or mustache but quickly picked it up and put it on. Everyone laughed and forgot for a while that there was a terrible war going on and one could still hear the B-52s dropping the bombs somewhere.

I think the whole idea of entertainment was to live in a fantasy world even if briefly and forget your daily mundane live with all its problems. We go to movies for the same reason. We know that the scenes we see in dazzling colors on a three-story high screen are fake and computer generated but we don’t care because it is entertaining.

We know that the car chases are actually done in slow motion and later speeded up on-screen to give the impression that it is a fast chase. The actors and actresses get beaten to pulp but it is fake blood and they don’t really get hurt but the thrill of action keeps us glued to our seats.

But we are now living in our cocoon so to speak and do not care to share our happiness with others. We get terribly annoyed when someone behind you starts talking on cellphone disturbing others. We want to be private even in a crowd and are offended if others invade our private space in any way.

I know that great changes have come our way the way we interact with others. If you can still find the old neighborhoods in some parts of China, you will see how the houses were constructed all around a common courtyard where children played together and where people sat around smoking and sipping tea with their neighbors while keeping an eye on the kids. It was a social place where everyone knew each other. It was where women washed their clothes around a common well and gossiped with their neighbors.

Now such places have been replaced by suburbs where people live isolated from their neighbors and their children do not get to play with others like they used to. This is the same thing with entertainment. People are less social these days so the emphasis is on the nuclear family.

I have lived in Africa for quite some time working in different countries and know that the Africans in rural remote villages make their own entertainment that is truly fantastic. There would be balafonists , guitar players, singers and dancers who could keep the whole village entertained all night around  a camp fire under a baobab tree. I could even join them in their dance around the fire banging on cymbals making the villagers laugh.

They had village bards who told them stories while playing their home-made guitars. It kept people mesmerized. They had men dressed in feathers or hidden under such a cloak and chirped like a bird while dancing that only a shaman could understand and interpret. They were the master entertainers who needed no prompting and could make up a song or a story impromptu. Anyone could attend because it was free.

But city folks are different. They become self-centered and aloof.

So we in the process of developing a higher standard of living meaning earning a good salary that permits us to live in a big house in the suburb, drive a fancy car and buy the 60 inch curved 4G HDTV etc. have gradually lost our social nature that poor Africans living in remote village still have. Granted most people in this world are still poor and do not have such luxuries that I write about but given half a chance, they will discard their social life in a hurry and jump into the middle class that is their ideal.

They say that there is no one more fanatic than a new convert but that also goes for poor people who join the middle class and become unsocial, arrogant, and narcissistic and lose their soul in the process. It is like eating fast food knowing it is bad for your health just because it tastes good so hell with the health.

What does the future hold?

It is hard to see how anything can get better given the society we now live in unless we change our values dramatically. When sharing, caring and feeling for others are no longer fashionable, it is hard to see how people can come together and enjoy themselves like in the old days.

We whether like it or not have become gadget freaks that bring us instant satisfaction. Today it is I phone or I pad or I something and tomorrow it may be Z pad or Z phone. There is no end to the gadgets that keep popping up in the market place making the old ones instantly obsolete. Remember the 8 tracks? Where are they now?

It is like filling the room with toys for your only child who soon gets bored with toys and smashes them. He grows up with toys and gadgets but never learns to share them with the poor kid who lives in the community. He does not know them and does not care. When he grows up , he becomes even more self-centered and selfish. I have seen how selfish some people are when I was living in the United States. They had abominable behaviors as adults because no one taught them how to be a decent person. The parents probably are to blame or perhaps it is the society as a whole that now values material things more than developing decent values that makes a person a good person.

The entertainment used to be an outlet to let our feelings out in the open when we were not ashamed to laugh hysterically but now it seems that it is no longer fashionable to laugh and enjoy the company of others.

One woman went to an English pub somewhere in a small town and ordered a Guinness beer. The place was full of people all sitting with their drinks morosely like in a funeral parlor, no one even looking at the woman. You are not supposed to look at any one and just mind your own business so the woman started laughing at herself and stood up to break the ice. Hey Guys! She said I am from another country where people greet strangers and offer drinks. What is wrong with you people? Why are you so afraid and afraid of what?

Do you know what happened next? Some people started smiling and opened up and invited her to sit with them. Soon others joined and everybody toasted everybody and talking at once.

So it needs a kick in the bottom for people now to come out of their shells and find out that they enjoy it mixing with others and sharing a joke or a story with a stranger.

It is the same with entertainment so throw away your gadgets and smile at a person, make friends and invite him or her to have fun together. You will soon learn that it is more fun and entertaining than the gadgets.

 

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Fourteen fabulous power points for you

I have put together 14 power points here that include some previously mentioned in blogs but are included here for you to enjoy all of them together .

The power points range from the architecture of Rajasthan to carpet and shawls making and wood carvings. The last ones are on the miniature Mughal paintings that flourished during the Mughal period but has now declined due to lack of patronage.

14 fabulous power points for you

Some incredible power points on various subjects that I reblog again for your viewing pleasure. 

1.Power point on Dilwara Jain temple in Rajasthan, India.

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This is a power point presentation on The Dilwara Jain temples in Mt. Abu in Rajasthan, India that are world famous and are a world heritage site.

Link     https://1drv.ms/p/s!AmoX9W4gHulzh1hEr527LJ72PFXR

 

2.Power point on the Havelis of Sekhawati in Rajasthan, India

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Link – https://1drv.ms/p/s!AmoX9W4gHulzh0cnrjuqlPoudNbR

This power point shows the magnificent palaces and havelis of Sekhawati in Rajasthan

 

3.Power point on the Wood carvers of Saharanpur, India, Part one

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Link : https://1drv.ms/p/s!AmoX9W4gHulzh0cnrjuqlPoudNbR

 

4.Power point on the Wood carvers of Saharanpur, India , Part 2

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Link – Wood carvers of Saharanpur, India, Part 2

 

5.Power point on the Beauty of Persian carpets

The delicate designs and craftsmanship of the Persian carpets made of wool are well known .It is an old tradition of excellent  carpet making.

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Link –    Beauty of Persian carpets

 

6.Power point on the beauty of Bhadohi carpets, India

The wool carpets of Bhadohi  are world famous and are presented here in this power point.

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Link :  https://1drv.ms/f/s!AmoX9W4gHulzhzxOhy2WE7CbUlCJ

 

7.Power point on The beauty of Pashmina shawls of Kashmir, India

The beauty of pashmina woolen shawls  is  shown in this power point

Link  : Pashmina shawls of Kashmir

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Link  : Pashmina shawls of Kashmir

 

8.Power point on Pride and strife of Lucknow embroiders, India. Part one

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Link : Pride and strife of Lucknow embroiders  ( Part one )   

 

9: Power point on Pride and strife of Lucknow embroiders ( Part Two )

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Link : https://1drv.ms/p/s!AmoX9W4gHulzhzQ3gp48q3KQJacI  ( Part two )

 

 9.   Power  point on Miniature paintings of the Mughal era in India   (Part One)

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Link : https://1drv.ms/f/s!AmoX9W4gHulzhyufbkb_8USW7VBve  ( Part one)

 

10. Power point on miniature paintings of Mughal era  ( Part two)

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Link : https://1drv.ms/f/s!AmoX9W4gHulzhyTbMzF0a-bLwlaf ( Part two)

 

11. Power point on the Fabulous treasures of Maharajas in India, (Part one) 

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Link : https://1drv.ms/p/s!AmoX9W4gHulzhx8VIRxylLa9BSEV( Part one)

 

12: Power point on Fabulous treasures of Maharajas in India ( Part two  )    

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Link : .Fabulous treasures of Maharajas in India  (Part two )

 

13. Power point on The desert city of Jaisalmer, Rajasthan in India

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Link : Power point on Jaisalmer , Rajasthan

 

14. Power point on the stairwells of Rajasthan , India

The  power point on The stairwells of Rajasthan, India highlights the unique nature of these wells built by the kings a long time ago and still in use. They are not found anywhere else in India or other countries.

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  Link : https://1drv.ms/p/s!AmoX9W4gHulzhxygdFdXwM1y46-y

 

These 14 power points have been put together for your viewing pleasures and you may reblog them or share them with any one anytime.

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Agony of flying

Synopsis : The first experience of flying can not be pleasant for anyone but we now are in the era of mass air transport where people of all class fly often in budget airlines that has diminished the service and pleasant company the older era provided .Flying then was mostly limited to more polished travellers . I miss the glamour of flying.

Agony of flying 

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I remember the first time I flew in a plane was from my home town to Kolkata some fifty years ago. No one in our family had ever flown in a plane anywhere so it was a first for them. Naturally they were all very excited and some piled into a small car that a friend of mine had to bring us all to the small municipal airport outside the town. They wanted to give me a big sendoff not knowing what was in store for me. I did not know it either.

In those days there was practically no airport security so the well-wishers could go and climb into the plane. The small plane landed on time and unloaded a few passengers so that I could get on. The polite stewardess asked the non-passengers to get off the plane who were gawking because none had seen the inside of plane .We were all small town boys.

Finally the door was shut and the propeller driven plane took off and slowly gained altitude. I could see my town for the first time from the air and was impressed at how good the job the British had done in laying it out in a strict grid pattern. I could clearly identify the railway station, the water works and the huge park with Queen Victoria’s marble statue at the center of it.

Soon we attained the flying altitude so the pilot turned off the seat belt sign and we all prepared for the three-hour flight. Ma had given me a good breakfast but now it became a great problem for me. The plane had non retractable wheels that I could see from my window and thought that in case of an emergency landing, they will come in mighty handy. But the small plane dropped in air pockets like a stone while the pilot struggled to bring it up to altitude again.

It was the most miserable flight I ever had and threw up all that I had eaten and wished the journey to end but I had to endure two more hours of this agony that made me weak. I deeply regretted flying because it was so unpleasant.

Finally when we reached out destination, an American fellow sitting next to me helped me out of the plane. My cousins had come to the airport to receive me but they did not see me so were about to go home when at last I stepped out quite pale and weak from retching. They had never flown either so did not know what it was like to fly in a small plane that dropped like a stone in air pockets. Any way I was glad to be home where I gulped down some soothing drink that eased my stomach pain.

My next flight was in a huge jet plane of Pan Am that was smooth and so powerful. It was a Boeing 707 in those days that no longer flies anywhere and the Pan Am has gone out of service now but in those days it offered a very comfortable flight. There were no air pockets and we flew at a tremendous altitude from where nothing could really be seen. The stewardesses were pretty and quite friendly so I was glad that it was so nice.

Remember that in those days, flying was reserved only for a few people who could afford like important people or students on a scholarship and a few well to do tourists. It had not degenerated into the mass transit that it has now become so it was classy and quite pleasant. The food was good and the music softly played into my earphone. There were no TV screens at the back of seats.

When the plane landed at Bangkok, I was told that my connecting flight to Saigon was cancelled that day so I was to stay overnight at a five-star hotel at the expense of Pan Am. They took me to my hotel in a fancy car and brought me back to the airport the next day. They did all this for an economy class passenger like me so I wondered what they did for the first class passenger. May be there was a six star hotel somewhere. I did not know. I was just a small town boy flying for the first time and had never been to any hotel five star or not. The waiter offered to show me around the town but he did not know that I had only 5 miserable dollars in my pocket so I declined.

Thus my life of travel around the world started in a way that I had never anticipated and lasted over fifty years. I have since that wretched flight from my town flown in most types of aircrafts one can imagine and then some and saw the evolution of mass air travel that it has now become.

Gone are the niceties of air travel. Now there are security checks everywhere where the stone faced personnel frisk you, pat you and roughly push you if you do not understand what exactly they want. They inspect your luggage through x-rays, sniffing dogs and check your hand bags.

My daughter was roughly pushed back at some airport because her hair pin pinged the scanner. She was only a child but they showed no mercy or care. They shoved and pushed down hard a teen age girl who was a cancer patient and with severe disabilities just because she could not understand what the security people wanted her to do. She suffered injuries at their hands in the name of security.

It gets worse once you step inside your plane. You can no longer choose your seat and may be forced to endure a long flight next to crying or screaming kids or a very fat person who does not give you any elbow room.

Remember that Bill Cosby comedy video where he talked about a hyperactive kid on a plane who poked everybody and said “I am Willie. I am four years old” ? After a long flight the kid finally fell asleep but his mother had a rough time. Her mascara ran and her hair was limp when the plane landed. Then everyone poked the kid on their way out and said Hi Willie wake up. Her well-tanned husband was waiting to receive them when she shoved the sleeping kid into his arm and just walked off angrily. Cosby is a great comedian.

The airlines constantly try to squeeze in as many passengers as they can by reducing the width of the seats. Then there are Willies who are hyperactive.

One airline took my business class ticket and gave me an economy class seat squeezed between two not so nice people because they did not have a business class on that flight and would not upgrade me to first class that I thought was a standard procedure. They also did not refund the huge fare difference to me either which was quite unfair.

But I miss those early days when the airlines took good care of passengers and tried to make the flight a good experience.

The worldwide security checks at all the airports are now standard but at some airports they even check your shoes and pat you down in an aggressive manner if you are a woman. All these things have made air travel the unpleasant experience that is a far cry from those days when I could simply ask the stewardess a change of seat for some reason.

Then came the Jumbo 747 that was big and wide. I could lift the handles and make a comfortable bed if there were empty seats on long flights and get a good sleep. The stewardesses did not mind and even brought blankets for you.

The airlines now carry more passengers more frequently over numerous routes and have done away with all the nice things about flying. One stewardess kept on insisting that I must return the earphone to her although I did not take it at all. She kept on counting all the earphones until she was satisfied that I was not hiding one somewhere.

Another kept on asking for my ticket to verify if I was assigned the right seat and left me in peace only when I spoke in French to her.

The services vary a great deal from one airline to another so over the years I have learned to avoid certain airlines because of their very bad or nonexistent service while other airlines offer somewhat better service.

What bothers me is the condition of the plane more than the services they offer. We were once flying in a Malian plane where they put us in a section where they had removed most of the seats and the floor was covered with what looked like trash and some sorry-looking luggage to me. I was very shocked to fly in such a plane. In another plane I noticed that the wall panels were loose and some had missing screws and rattled so I wondered what else was loose on that plane.

But let me take you back to Beirut in 1970 where I was stuck overnight waiting for a flight to Delhi. The taxi man came to pick me up at the hotel where the airline had put me up and said that he was looking for me all over the town. Anyway he thought that I was going to be late for the flight but brought me to the airport anyway and disappeared.

I saw no one at the airport so I banged at the door of the agent who came out and said that I was late. The check in was closed and the flight was on its way to taxi out for taking off. This was the last straw. It was not my fault that the taxi came late to pick me up so I said that he should see if the plane is still on the ground.

He checked and said that it was but the hatch was closed and it was waiting for the tower to clear it for takeoff. When I said that he should ask the pilot if he could take me on, he said that there was no way he could contact the pilot and take me on so I suggested that he should contact the tower. They can ask the pilot if he is willing to take on a very late passenger. He finally called the tower and the tower called the pilot who said that he will take me.

So the hatch was opened, stairs were brought to the plane and I got  on the flight. Now try to do this today. I miss those days when people were so reasonable.

The security is so tight these days that it requires three hours before flight time to process the multitudes that fly now. The airports look more like a refugee center where a mass of people are trying to get through the process and some are constantly talking on their cell phones at high pitch annoying every one. They fight for a good seat and refuse to pay for the extra kilos if their luggage is overweight. They stuff enormous quantities of stuff into their hand bags that they try to lift and fit into the overhead bins often spilling things on the floor.

The narrow seats are very uncomfortable for long flights and the leg rooms are very limited. If you are stuck in a window seat then going to the toilet becomes difficult if your co passengers are fat and unfriendly.

I try not to sit next to old women who invariably pull out their wallets to show me the photos of their numerous grandkids and talk sans cesse about their life story. At such times I play dumb and say “ I speek no  Ingles “ or something like that.

The future of air transport:

Now I would like to write something about the future. I have seen a steady deterioration of airline services over the years so I am not hopeful that it will get better anytime soon. More and more people fly these days because of cheaper flights or budget airlines. Many fliers are overseas contract workers like maids, servants, workers who go to the Middle East for construction jobs and all sorts of other jobs. They are not the sophisticated fliers with good manners that I used to meet in those early days.

I had to ask the stewardess in one flight to stop a fellow near me smoking so you will meet all sorts of rough and tough people who have no manners and are aggressive to boot and will disturb you for hours talking on their cell phones.

So how the airlines can improve the service and make flying once again a good experience? This is easily said than done. To keep the ticket cheap, they must squeeze in more passengers per plane meaning narrower seats, less hand carried baggage, cheaper food and drinks  etc. because the airlines must make money.

They have to pay more for the jet fuel, more for the landing and parking fees and pay penalty if they stay too long at the gate where the next flight wants to come in. They also pay for the added cost of airport security and baggage checks.

Some ill-mannered passengers take the cologne and hand wash lotions from the toilet so they remove the caps to make it difficult to steal. So I do not envy their jobs. It is not so glamorous as it used to be. At the end of the long flight you can see the strain the stewardesses are under but they do it for a living so it must be hard.

At the other end of the flight you have to once again go through people who are often impolite and scan the computers to see if you are wanted for some offence somewhere. Then the customs people are waiting to check your bags once again to see if you have anything that you are not supposed to have.

But 50 years ago they were more courteous and waved you through. I even saw old women walked into the plane with their dogs in Europe. Try it now and you will be stopped at the gate. Your dog will be put in a cage and you will be charged a hefty fee for it. That poor dog will cry its heart out in the dark underbelly of the plane.

The flying has changed dramatically from good to bad to worse. I do not know what is next to worse but I guess it is coming. The airbus has now introduced a plane that is a double-decker and so massive that they can fit in over 500 passengers into it. I do not know how many toilets they have but if you have to pee then I feel sorry for you.

So I think they should bring back the sea planes once again that were so nice and could land on water .They did not require fancy and expensive airports and you could be off and into a taxi in no time at all. This could serve all the cities that are near the water thus cutting down air traffic in airports and decongest them. Did you know that the first sea planes had nice bar and even a piano that a hired pianist played good music on? They served champagne too.

They could bring back the Zeppelins (not the kind that bursts into flames) that could transport people at a fraction of the cost and you could once again enjoy flying. I know there are blimps that take tourists to show them the scenery but it could be a serious mode of transport someday. They use helium to fill up those blimps so it is quite safe.

They could develop vertical takeoff and landing type planes that could land the passengers on a football field. I know that such aircrafts exist. All they have to do is to make a passenger plane using this technology. I know that the blimps can land anywhere.

They could bring back the supersonic planes that could cut down the flying time and your misery if they could make these planes fly using ethanol or some such cheaper fuel. Let us face it. Most people do not like to be stuck inside a metal tube in small seats that produce cramps so they want to get to their destination fast and forget the experience.

If you are rich, you can now buy a flying car for short distance flying but most people are not rich so a flying car to them is just a dream.

May be people should just forget flying and take a ship where there is a lot of room, a nice bed and good food. This was the way most people traveled in the old days before Titanic and the advent of aircrafts so it may be an alternative if you are not pressed for time although I had a bad experience in an old rust bucket once and never boarded a ship since. You can read that story in my biography.

Now that the drone technology is exploding everywhere, I can foresee a day when a Uber drone can pick you up in front of your house and drop you off unceremoniously at your destination minus the cheap food on plastic trays. The technology is advancing so fast that anything is possible.

Or you can just quit the rat race and retire like I have done and reminisce about the good old days.

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The price they paid

Synopsis : Few people remember the colonial period of the British empire  so most people pass by the forgotten cemeteries all over the empire where the British lay but that was the price they paid to rule the world in the distant past. The blog recounts their achievements and their sacrifices that most people have forgotten.

The price they paid

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Source : Google photo – A painting of the Indian rebellion in 1857

In my home town there is a cemetery for the British who died there since they arrived in India. There are many such cemeteries in my home town and all over India. One day I was passing by the cemetery and just out of curiosity went in because the beautiful monuments carved in pure white marble some with angels and others also decorated attracted my attention so I started reading the epitaphs of some of them.

The cemetery was full of weeds and not maintained at all. Many epitaphs were broken and had fallen down while the others had cracks in them so I was wondering what might be hiding in the grass and weeds that choked the monuments. Still I went in and was literally shocked to read some of the epitaphs.

One read  “ In loving memory of Agnes, age 2 , who died in 1872 “ The other read “ in loving memory of Sarah, age  18 months , died in 1851  etc.  There were so many of these graves where small children who died were buried and forgotten. I wonder if the living relatives of these children ever visited the grave site or knew about it because it happened so long ago.

I also wondered why and how so small beautiful British children died in India but the answer was staring at my face. They died of cholera, small pox, dysentery, malaria, simple heat exhaustion and many other causes that their tiny bodies could not cope with. Some were born in India and others had arrived with their parents from England.

Just across the street, there was another cemetery that was also for the British where many who served in India in the British colonial period died for one reason or other and are buried there. Cemeteries always depress me because no matter how much time passes, it always reminds you who is buried there, their names, their regiment, their home in Dorset or some other parts back in England and at what age they all died.

Many years later I passed by that road and noticed that the cemetery was clean and with a new decorative steel fence. There was a new drain by the side of the fence so the whole place looked better and well-managed. May be there was someone in the municipal office who thought that it should be put to order even if the descendants of the dead have long forgotten them. I was happy to see the change.

The British came to India to do trade so they set up a company called East India Trading Company that got the permission to trade from a king several centuries ago so they set up trading posts in various parts of the huge country.

I heard the story that goes something like this. A Moslem ruler’s daughter was very sick and the traditional hakims had done all they could but the princess got worse so a British doctor offered to help cure the princess. At first there was opposition to it because no foreign man could enter the palace doctor or not but the king was desperate so the doctor was allowed to see the daughter. With his medicine and care the princess soon got well making the king very happy.

He said that the doctor could ask anything he desired and his wish will be granted but the doctor only asked king’s permission to trade in India. This was granted.

The British came to India to trade but stayed on to occupy most of the country in the name of the British Queen. They recruited locals into their army and trained them well to fight numerous wars that they always won and gradually expanded their hold on the country. They also created the huge civil service that recruited young British men from England to serve in numerous capacity throughout the country and as officers in the army and police force to organize, train and open up many military posts.

They are still called cantonments and can be found in the outskirts of any major city in India. They also needed numerous Indians to serve under their British officers as clerks, accountants etc. My father thus served as an accountant and was posted in many parts of India.

This blog is not about the colonial history of India but I wanted to write about the price the British paid to stay in India for so long. Very few people write about it or even look at those cemeteries because it is a forgotten chapter in the Indian history. It may even be a forgotten chapter in the British colonial history back in England because it was so long ago. All the principal actors of that period are dead so people in England and India have moved on since the independence.

I have written earlier that all the statues of British people have been removed and all the British names have been changed that I used to see as a child on road signs. There is hardly any trace left of their long history and presence in India except the roads, railway bridges they built, the institutions and universities they set up, the judicial system that they patterned after the English system , the laws they enacted, the modern medicine they brought in, the medical colleges they set up, the telegraph posts that you see along the rail lines for thousands of miles all reminding you of their legacy today.

Kolkata that was called Calcutta in those days became their capital where they built wide boulevards, brought in trams and gas lamps to light the streets and made it the grandiose well planned city that became the seat of the British Empire.

But Bengal had a ruler called Siraj Ud Daula  who had a huge army that gave the British a fight in the field of Plassey where a lot of blood was spilled on both sides. Siraj Ud Daula was defeated at that battle due to the treachery of his general Mir Jafar at the last moment who had connived with the British. But what led to the battle of Plassey was the incident in Fort Williams in Kolkata where 147 British who were imprisoned by the Nawab died of suffocation in the dungeon that was called the black hole. The year was 1757.

The British blood had already started to spill but the worst was yet to come.

The 1857 mutiny and general uprising:

One hundred years later the British faced their first great challenge to rule India. This time the challenge came from the soldiers in the British Army who were all Indians .Only the officers were British. The uprising against the British rule started in Kolkata and rapidly spread to Allahabad, Meerut, Kanpur, Lucknow, Delhi and other cities which took the British completely by surprise. They were not prepared to face such a great challenge.

The Lucknow Residency :

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Source Google photo of the Lucknow residency ( 1857)

In this place in Lucknow , thousands of British men , women and children took shelter but they were completely surrounded by the rebel troops who bombarded the building from all sides and killed hundreds of British inside.

I have been to the Residency (governor’s palace) in Lucknow and showed my wife the ruins. It gives you chills to even look at that building where so many British people died. Those who hid there soon ran out of food, water and medicines. The wounded died of their wounds but the shelling continued until practically nothing was left of the grand palace. You can stare at the bullet scarred walls today and imagine what took place there in 1857.

The propaganda that India got its independence through nonviolent means of Gandhi was a lie that the world still believes in but the fight for independence had started long ago and continued violently throughout the colonial period culminating in the formation of the Indian National Army by Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose in 1943 in Singapore that put the final nail in the British coffin. Gandhi had nothing to do with it.

The British reprisal that eventually put down the mutiny or uprising was brutal. They hanged scores of people everywhere while mourning the loss of their countrymen and women. No one really knows how many British died in that war in 1857 but the numbers were high judging from the siege of the Residency in Lucknow. One well in Kanpur was stuffed with the bodies of British people.

This is the price they paid to stay in India for another 90 years and finally left in 1947. Atlee confirmed that it was the pressure from the INA of Bose that made them leave and not because of the hunger strikes of Gandhi. World War II was catastrophic for England so they could not face such a challenge from Bose at that time so cut their losses and left.

But the long stay of the British in India laid the foundation of a modern state so that legacy can’t be denied. They did it to enrich their country is a fact but they spent heavily on infrastructure development and brought the country into the modern world of the 19th century with the technology they had at that time.

In the process they made sacrifices and died in large numbers like in the dungeon of Fort Williams in Kolkata and in the Residency of Lucknow or elsewhere.

The young British men served in India either as civilians or in the army as officers but it was never easy for them to acclimatize in the sweltering heat and mosquitos of India so they developed hill stations like Musoori, Darjeeling and Shimla in the north where they stayed during the summer months. Those who stayed in the plains suffered the heat and diseases that caused those cemeteries to be filled up everywhere. I think women and children paid the highest price as is evident in those epitaphs I read.

Coming from England, they found India to be an utterly bewildering country that took some time for them to adjust to so they took comfort in staying with their own kind and not mixing with the locals. They formed their own clubs for social activities and they established their own church and schools. The movie Passage to India shows the trouble the British had in India and is worth seeing.

India was a feudal country before the British arrived. There were so many independent kingdoms whose kings and queens built huge forts all over India because of the threat of war from their neighbors. The fort in my home town is massive but there are hundreds of more massive forts built all over the country.

The British subdued these kings and collected taxes from them. These kingdoms were eliminated only after the independence in 1947 by the new government of India but their palaces and forts remain as a testament to India’s glorious past.

What no one writes or talks about is what price the British paid to come to India and make it the jewel in their crown. What is sad is that not a single monument or name remains now anywhere in India of all those British who lived and many who died except in the  broken epitaphs in a forgotten cemetery somewhere that no one visits or cares for. Is that all their long occupation amounted to?

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Monuments to glory

Synopsis : All dictators fall eventually and their infamous monuments to their own rule are pulled down by the avenging mobs to be replaced by their own heroes. The blog scrutinises the penchant for the people to erect monuments and their desire to demolish them when the time passes to a new era when people try to forget the shameful past.

Monuments to glory

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All nations have the desire to glorify their heroes and their leaders. This is a very ancient practice that shows the gratefulness toward a person for his or her contribution to enhance the greatness of a nation and its people.

You will see a great number of statues strewn around ancient sites of the Roman empire some intact and most broken  or headless because no one cares for them anymore  although there was a time when the kings and queens paid homage to such persons by erecting their statues with great fanfare and expense.

Some were of their ancient Gods and Goddesses that have fallen out of favors because they were replaced by new religions that showed no reverence to them and neglected them. Some were vandalized by the common people while other such statues ended up in the corridors of museums around the world. Some heads of these statues were rescued and piled up in the warehouses of great museums because of shortage of space to display them. Some statues carved out of the mountainside long long time ago were blown up by the intolerant jihadists like in Bamyan the statue of Buddha or smashed to pieces in the museums of Mosul and Palmyra that the whole world condemned.

You can gawk at their craftsmanship and how beautifully the ancients chiseled them out of pure white Carrara marbles with remarkable resemblance to the real person. In those days there were no cameras to capture the image of a person so an artist was called to make a painting or a sketch from which the artisans then carved out a statue.

But not all such statues were made to display in public places or forums because the people revered them. Some were ordered made by the kings and queens to glorify themselves so you will still see them in  Abu Simbel in Aswan, in Karnak, in Thebes, in Rome, in Athens and elsewhere  with broken nose or other parts but still largely intact after thousands of years.

The new pharaohs who did not like their predecessors often ordered their statues to be destroyed or mutilated out of spite and had their history on the temple walls chiseled out to be replaced by their own glorified history. This has been going on since ages and still continues today.  One man’s hero is another’s villain so the definition of a hero varies according to who is doing the defining and the political condition prevailing.

We now see in India the clamor for a temple of Nathuram Godse who assassinated Gandhi because millions think of him as a patriot and want to show their respect. Similarly Germans have honored Stauffenberg by naming a major boulevard in his name because he tried to assassinate Hitler, failed and was shot by the Gestapo.

Hindus have their temples full of statues of their Gods and Goddesses often covered in gold and adorned with jewels while the Christians make statues of Jesus, Mary and the saints to adorn their places of worship. The statue of Jesus the redeemer in Rio on top of a mountain is a spectacular one but there are statues and grottos all over the world. The great statue of Buddha in Kamakura is world-famous .

But today I will write about the non-religious aspect of statuary that we see everywhere that were erected as a monument to someone the people considered great who gave their lives for the nation for a great cause. If you go to Washington D.C., you will see the great Mall leading to the Lincoln memorial at the end where his huge statue sits looking at people though his marble eyes. On the walls all around him are his words chiseled into the marble for people to read. Lincoln gave his life so that the blacks could be free.

Then at the side of the pool, you will see the monument of Thomas Jefferson not as grandiose perhaps as that of Lincoln but still quite impressive. Now a huge statue carved in white marble adorns a square in the city to show nation’s respect to Martin Luther King. His birthday is now a national holiday there.

While there is nothing wrong in erecting a statue or a great memorial for a great person by a nation, we now see the resurgence of various hate groups that come out in force often heavily armed to defend the symbol of slavery in the name of General Lee or Stonewall Jackson and clash with protester who want to remove such symbols of their shameful past. These hate groups that are white and still believe in their racial supremacy proudly wave the confederate flag everywhere and attack anyone who disagrees with them. One lady died very recently in such a clash in Charlottesville while protesting against racism in the United States. I can understand if it happened in 1850 but today this sort of hate display while the rest of the world has long moved away from slavery and racism is not understandable.

People want to remove all symbols of the shameful past from every town square in the country but some groups disagree and say that these symbols are a part of their history and heritage so must not be removed.

Expanding the same logic, let us now see why in other countries people want to forget the past that brought shame on their nation. I remember the park in my hometown in India where I used to play as a child. There is a beautiful marble monument at its center that has steps on all four sides leading to the center where a tall marble pillar with four sides sits. On each side there used to be the carved faces of Queen Victoria, King George V, Viceroy Minto and the fourth one I can’t remember with great words chiseled into the wall that we used to read and try to remember. After the independence, all such statuary were removed and dumped into a heap somewhere and forgotten. No one protests the removal of the symbol of colonial subjugation of India by the British.

The central park the size of the New York Central Park had a life-size statue of Victoria sitting on a throne with a scepter in her hand and a broken nose under a huge marble cupola but one day the statue was removed and dumped somewhere unceremoniously. The place has remained empty ever since.

All the names of the roads and boulevards that had British names like Hewett, Canning; McPherson etc. have been removed so the new generation does not know who they were. This was done deliberately by the government so that people can put that part of the inglorious past into the dustbin of history and move on.

There used to be a statue of General Gordon on a camel in Khartoum that was removed and transported at a great cost to England where he is still respected but the Sudanese want to forget their colonial past. Now you will see a great mausoleum of Mahdi in Omdurman just across the Nile who had raised a fanatic army to kill Gordon and establish Islamic rule to Sudan. When Gen. Kitchener came back to take revenge a few years later, he hanged a whole lot of people including the brutal Khalifa but Mahdi had conveniently died in the meantime so his bones were dug up by the British and scattered to jackals.

So someone’s villain is other’s hero hence the mausoleum of Mahdi. The history of many nations is replete with such monuments. In Germany, Hitler is not remembered this way but there are still die-hard Hitler fanatics who wear Swastika bands on their arm and give Heil Hitler Nazi salute as if Hitler was such a great person. They are fewer in number than before but they exists and come out in force to beat up poor black immigrants or anyone who is foreign.

The question is why some people behave this way when the whole world has moved away from the past that brought only shame. They teach history to children in a very selective way so some of the infamous deeds against the blacks or the native Americans are expunged from the text books. This is done deliberately so that people will not learn about the slavery or the mistreatment of the blacks in the hands of KKK or other hate groups.

But the hate groups exists today and KKK was never banned so they form chapters in various parts of the country even today and shout Heil Hitler in the name of freedom of speech. Beating up innocent Black people is still a sport in some parts the local policemen are eager to practice.

If you go to Ulan Bataar which is the capital of Mongolia, you will see a great statue of Genghis Khan in the center glorifying a butcher who perhaps killed several million innocent people in the name of expanding his kingdom. Yet the Mongols are proud of this infamous man. Similarly if you go to Samarkand, you will see a great statue of Taimur who was responsible for so much bloodshed but people there glorify his butchery.

Alexander is similarly honored in his birthplace of Pella in Macedonia although even his army got sick of the massacre and wanted to return home.

I think there is a tendency to glorify and romanticize the Genghis Khans of this world so that the history will look kindly on them hence the statues but does it really change the facts? Does it really change the fact that slavery and ill-treatment of blacks was morally, ethically and spiritually wrong? Since when the cold-blooded massacre of innocent Native Americans, Incas, the Aztecs or anyone anywhere was right ? Since when the glorification of tyrants who killed millions was right?

There is a road in Delhi called Aurangjeb road that was recently changed to Abdul Kalam Boulevard but you should have seen the protests that some Moslems made. Aurangjeb was a very cruel king who forcibly converted Hindus to Islam and destroyed hundreds of Hindu temples yet some Moslems think that he was great and his name from the road should not be removed.

There was a time when Lenin and Stalin were the heroes in the communist Russia so they put up their statues everywhere but most of them have been brought down in the new democratic Russia where they do not revere Lenin and Stalin.

The tyrants always put up their own statues but people once free of the tyrant waste no time to bring them down and hit them with shoes like in Iraq. People who have the moral ascendancy over the minorities and hate groups have the right to vote in a government that represents them and their values. This is true in all countries where people practice democracy. This is not the case in the United States right now but the time will come when the majority will rule there and a truly representative government will be chosen by the people.

So I think that days of tyrants, despots and Kim Jong Uns of this world are numbered. One day their statues will also come down and be broken into rubble by the oppressed people who will then replace them with their own heroes who suffered in the hands of tyrants.

Noriega, Suharto, Shah of Iran, Idi Amin, Saddam Hussein, Mobutu etc. have all been relegated to the dustbin of history and their self-glorified statuary removed but some people never learn and stick to the past as if they were always right and the whole world wrong.

History has a way of righting the wrong committed by a few people so someday a new Mandela will be born somewhere to bring justice to all. That is the hope we all live on because without such hope there is only despair. I do not wish to live in a world full of despair so I hope like millions of others.

 

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Education today

Synopsis : The education today is undergoing a transformation through the advent of technology like Internet so the traditional educational system is under pressure to conform to the modern times. The blog focuses on the value students get or do not get under the old system of rote learning and the options they have now.

Education today

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When I was a graduate student here in the Philippines at a local university, there was one professor who taught nothing during the entire semester and spent his time smoking outside the class room and chatting with some students. His favorite ploy was to give the students a topic on which they were supposed to write a paper with another co student and solely graded on its basis.

I have attended three different universities in three countries and can fairly asses the qualities of teachers in each. I was told that in pedagogical institutes where the teachers are supposed to be trained in the art of teaching, they are taught to prepare a lesson plan, a plan for the whole semester to cover the curriculum and the dates on which exams are to be held, a deadline for the submission of term papers etc. The teacher is supposed to do this on his first day of teaching a class.

In reality I have never seen any teacher do this and lay out a lesson plan in undergraduate or graduate studies level so students are kept in the dark. It gets worse. Often the teachers ask the students to refer to a certain text-book in the library to learn more on the subject but the library keeps only one or two copies so the students jostle for the book but find it hard to get it.

Some students who have a large allowance from their generous parents borrow the book and rush to photocopy it but not all students have generous allowances. In fact most struggle to meet their expenses. Most of the well written text books are imported from abroad because they are not available in cheaper Asia Edition that McGraw Hill and others publish in India on cheaper paper keeping the text original.

The cost of imported text books are so high that it is beyond the means of an average struggling student unless he is backed up by wealthy parents or a scholarship leaving most student to fend for themselves.

At CalPoly in San Luis Obispo where I did my graduate studies, I had a wonderful professor who lent me his lab key so that I could work there at night and he paid for some of the materials I needed to write my thesis. Such teachers are rare and exceptional. On the whole I really liked the American educational system where the teachers took their job of guiding a student seriously and helped anyway they could so that the student graduated with good grades and on time.

He took us on many field trips where we could learn in practical ways about soils and how to take samples. Another teacher took us to the Yosemite National Park where we learned about the conservation and talked to park rangers.

In India where I started my college education, we had a professor who was exemplary. He loved teaching and loved his students. He took us on field trips to teach us practical agronomy. There was almost nothing he would not do for his students. In return we loved him and mourned his sudden death.

These examples show that not all the university level teachers are bad but the current trend is definitely worrisome. The publish or perish syndrome that most professors in good universities suffer from in the United States and elsewhere puts enormous pressure on them to write and publish articles in respected scientific journals so they spend a lot of time doing just that. They hire student assistants who do all the research necessary to write the paper that the professor then takes credit for in return for a free tuition for the student. Often the graduate student takes over the class when the prof is busy. This system does not promote quality education.

The tenure system also can be very stressful for those who aspire for the tenure because it takes into account how many articles one has published so far instead of concentrating on quality teaching that students expect.

What I find very distressing is the fact that the students are required to remember a large amount of knowledge learned from the books and the classroom that they must recall instantly during a time pressured exam. This makes the students memorize by rote instead of deep learning and understanding the subject at hand.

There is a laxity prevalent in many educational institutions where the graduate students are given total freedom to choose what they want to learn, how long it takes them to learn and to present a thesis without much help from his advisors. Often you will find students who say that they are still writing their doctoral dissertation after seven years at it and not making much progress.

Granted most students just want to graduate as fast as they can completing all the requirements demanded of them and move on to the next phase in their life which is to get a good job, get married etc. but there are those who hang around the campuses for a long time as if they want to be a student forever. Now some universities are getting tough on these professional students and give them a definite time to graduate or leave making room for other students.

In Japan and Korea, the students are very hard pressed to first get into a college of their choice and have to pass very tough entrance exams to get there. Once admitted, they are subject to endless pressure to learn by rote and complete all the requirement to graduate. Then the job hunting starts that is also very stressful. They learn practically nothing outside their curriculum as general knowledge so the universities all over the world turn out the graduates in large number each year who have passed their exams this way but are ill-suited to the modern world. Many remain jobless even after many years of search because of their mismatch with the demands of the employers. I call them cookie cutter graduates because they are so alike.

I know many people in India who go for graduate studies on study leave from their employment just so that they can get a promotion and soon forget what they learned by rote in their class. They do not care about grade or excellence but only how to pass the exams. Some of them are not so smart.

The struggle to get into school in India starts as early as childhood where every parent struggles along with the child to do homework every day that the teacher demands the next day. The competition to get into any school worth mention is fierce at that early age because the schools are few and accept only a certain number of pupils each year. It gets worse later.

If the kid passes high school ,his struggle to get into a college starts where again the competition to get in is fierce and only students with high grades are considered at all because of limited number of seats and great demand. Now if you are the son of a prominent politician or high official, then the process becomes easier so that is where the corruption kicks in.

I know how stressful it is for a student in Hong Kong or China to get into a college of their choice and how hard they have to prepare for the entrance exam just like in Japan or in Singapore. Mental depression and exhaustion is common there. It is not unheard of that a student who fails to get admission or pass his or her exams takes his or her life.

As the world gets more technologically wired for the next decade , there is more pressure on students to get the kind of education they need to get a good job right away . A degree in anthropology or liberal arts does not cut it anymore. In some countries like India a single vacancy attracts thousands of applicants because almost everybody goes to college these days including girls.

So I have to come back to the topic of the quality of education and the right kind of education that makes a graduate employable.

It is a known fact that rote has a role to play in the education of any one because it acts as the basic building block on which the education edifice stands later on.  If you can’t remember what is 2 times 2 or 17 times 5 then you can’t learn mathematics so we as children memorized the multiplication table the same way we memorized the conjugation of  ba , be , bi, bo,  bu,  by etc. It helped us learn English and pronounce words correctly.

If you can’t remember the formulae in math or Chemistry, then you can’t do the complex equations. It goes for any subject that requires memory and instant recall because that is how we learn and make progress in our studies.

If you want to be an engineer of sorts then you must pass math that may include arithmetic, algebra, geometry, calculus, trigonometry etc. In your profession later on, you will be required to perhaps design and build a complex bridge somewhere so you must be competent to do so.

If you want to be a doctor then you must study biology, chemistry etc. and remember thousands of things you were taught in your class.

So it begs the question– What is the purpose of education? Is it just to pass the exams through rote memory so that you can get a job later on or it is to expand your ability to comprehend all kinds of things and be knowledgeable?

I just asked a woman who was Hess and she answered that she had never heard the word in her life. She does not read anything and she does not know anything that her teacher in high school did not teach so she has absolutely no knowledge of the world. This is true of most people these days   even if a vast amount of knowledge is available through google now.

One fellow on TV said that the capital of Myanmar was Burma showing complacency toward ignorance that is not only pathetic but outright silly.

The education that I received as an agronomist was given to me by very qualified teachers who loved teaching and practical methods that made me a good agronomist. So every child depends on his teacher for his formal education although some lucky children get some help from their parents as well if the parents are educated. But what if your teachers are incompetent like that professor here in the Philippines? I also had some bad professors in India who taught nothing.

What if your teacher did not care whether you learned something or not and gave you a minimum passing grade just because you are a valuable basketball player in your college team? I know this happens in many countries.

What I would like to emphasize here is that although formal education is very important for anyone to get a job, it is also very important to have out knowledge about a wide range of subjects that they do not teach in your class room. You should not only know who Hess was and what role he played in the last war but should gain out knowledge through massive reading and sourcing knowledge through many different outlets like encyclopedia, internet, books ,magazines, newspapers and other means.

The world is full of knowledge .The internet is bursting with knowledge on any subject. The libraries have numerous books that one can borrow and read. You can download thousands of books from the internet for free. That is how I read Mein Kampf. But to say that you do not know anything and have forgotten most of what they taught you in your class is pathetic.

There is a wall in our college in India where it is written in big bold letters the following:  The purpose of education is to free your mind.

Does your education really free your mind so that you can absorb the world of knowledge? If yes then you are a truly educated person. I respect such people.

 

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Human exploitation

Synopsis: The mankind is plagued by the continuous human exploitation everywhere that does not seem to go away due to the money the unscrupulous people make so there is greater urgency to find ways to stop it and help those who are so exploited .The blog focuses on this issue and how the NGOs are helping.

Human exploitation

Inside A Garment Factory As Government Plans To Constitute Panel To Identify Structural Safety Of Garment Factories.

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There is an epidemic of human exploitation everywhere that is unprecedented. It seems that the greed for quick profit and the consumer demand for ever lower prices of manufactured goods is the culprit that is fueling the ever-increasing human exploitation that we see now in poorer countries.

In the guise of creating employment for the poor, these countries allow private entrepreneurs to open up sweat shops in disreputable areas where poor people line up for jobs to feed their families and put themselves in great danger as the following story will highlight.

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There was a multistory building built hastily with very low standard of construction and absolutely no safety features that are commonly found in developed countries where laws are stringently applied but this was in Dacca where the rules are lax. Poor women of all ages worked in this abominable place for a pittance to sew clothes destined for the western markets where they were sold for a good price reaping enormous profit for the owner.

This cage like building was worse than a jail where the workers mostly women were employed making clothes but locked in during the day and the steel doors were only opened at the end of the day when these exhausted women went out to their shanties and reappeared the next day to work in the sweat shop just so that they could earn a little money to feed their families.

One day a fire broke out in this building no one knows why but most likely due to an overheated circuit and the fire rapidly spread throughout many floors where unsuspecting women were hard at work under the cruel and harsh supervision of their supervisors. The building quickly filled with smoke and fire consuming everything because it was a textile manufactory but the steel doors were locked where frantic people beat it to no avail and died horribly burned and asphyxiated. More than a 1000 people perished in the flame. The owner fled before the police could arrive.

The police finally tracked down the owner who had gone into hiding  and eventually arrested him to bring to justice but so many lives were lost due to this man’s greed for quick money.

The government was ashamed of this tragic incident that highlighted the lax rules or the rules that were never implemented due to the corruption of the inspectors who could easily be bribed to look the other way putting lives in danger.

This scene is repeated in many poor countries where people are forced to work under appalling and dangerous conditions to make clothes and other things destined for Europe and North America. I was able to buy signature brand tee shirts in Phnom Penh for the fraction of the price you will end up paying for it in Europe but no one cares for the women who make these clothes for export just like in Bangladesh and many such countries.

Some clothes are rebranded  to hide the provenance so that the buyer will not suspect that it was made in these dangerous sweat shops in Bangladesh or Cambodia.

If the factory is well ventilated, well-lit and air-conditioned with comfort in mind for the workers and with easy exit and entry doors that are never closed, the workers can work well and their productivity increases so why such horrible factories are allowed in Bangladesh or Cambodia in the first place?

This brings up the subject of corruption everywhere. Just pay the bribe and you can get the permit to open any business. Just bribe the inspectors who will then issue a certificate that says the owner complies with all the rules and ignores the locked steel doors. These factories are a death trap because of all the flammable materials stored there but the workers can’t complain of the poor working conditions and the locked doors because they get fired for doing so.

This is a far cry from the shiny spanking clean, well-lit and air-cooled factories in Japan or in the United States where the workers can take home a good salary and arrive in their new cars to start the work every morning. They have a mechanism where they can regularly meet with their supervisors and discuss all the problems and how to solve them. This is where good management comes in because the employer sees the benefits to keeping the workers happy because they become more productive.

But in the third world, such good management practices are seldom followed so we hear again and again the accidents that take so many lives just like in Dacca.

I have seen videos of foreign buyers visiting the factories to make sure that the qualities of clothes they make meet the standard they need to sell in their home countries. They totally ignore the appalling conditions under which the women sweat to make these beautiful clothes because their only concern is to buy the goods cheap and sell them back home at high price to generate maximum profit.

Now let us shift to the sweat shops elsewhere and see what happens there. We have all heard of the brick factories in India where bonded laborers as young as 10 are forced to work without pity just because their poor parents had borrowed a paltry sum long ago from the owner. To pay off the debt and the compounded interest, they are forced to work for years getting practically nothing for their hard labor while the owner reaps the profit.

The NGOs try to protect the child laborer from such harsh working conditions but the owners and their guards chase them off with threats. The police do not interfere and the smug ministers in their air-conditioned offices say that the government is trying hard to stop the evil by enacting laws but the laws are not implemented on the ground. Yes. They will show you the laws passed by their government in Bangladesh or India but it remains just a piece of paper while the children and women suffer whole day carrying heavy bricks on their young shoulders.

You may have heard of the poorly paid maquiladoras in Mexican factories near the US border that make clothes and many things for the US market but women work under very difficult conditions where they are molested, sexually exploited and treated badly just because the owner can and gets away with it. Do the buyers in the United States even know how these clothes are made by these poor women and who are they? Do they care? Why they are not protected under Mexican laws that enshrines human rights for all in their constitution?

The widespread abuse of workers in numerous factories worldwide is a matter of grave concern. Their governments send representatives to the UN general Assembly where they make speeches and affirm their commitment to human rights, protection of women and children from abuse and exploitation but back home nothing changes.

There is a movement started by some NGOs that are campaigning for better working conditions and ban of child labor everywhere. They have managed to rescue some children from the brick factories and send them to school. But the scale of the problem is beyond their ability to help everyone so they need the help of the government and stricter rules and regulations that are implemented by the honest policemen but it is a tall order.

Have you heard of scores of children and women scavenging in the garbage mountains in the Philippines where they get buried alive by the garbage? These children should be in school and not scavenging but who helps them? Again they will show you that there are rules against such open exploitation but the story is the same.

I will just mention briefly a case where hundreds of teen agers from well to do families went to a night club dancing and having a good time in Manila when suddenly a fire broke out in the club that spread rapidly and burned to death the kids who frantically beat the narrow door that opened only inward so hundreds of bodies piled up there trying to escape. Why the door was not wider and why it opened only inward and not both ways? Why pyrotechnics were used inside where the ceiling was made of flammable materials? Where were the building inspectors or the fire safety inspectors?

So we come back to the issue of human exploitation that is so widespread that it boggles the mind.

Did you know that the French automakers employed the Algerian men and women in their factories where the women were sexually exploited by the supervisors and given very poor pay? They got terminated if they complained to anyone. These immigrants worked for low pay and poor working conditions just because they desperately needed jobs.

France is supposed to be a developed country where such things are not supposed to happen but they do. A movie was made by the Algerians on this subject where an abused girl fought back against her oppressors although I can’t recall the title of the movie now.

I have been to Bhadohi in India where children work in carpet factories whole day making exquisite wool carpets but do you know how much they get paid? It is the same in Kashmir where beautiful young women toil the whole day at the looms where they make wonderful Pashmina shawls and carpets but earn very little.

One lady in Lucknow helped the abused women and girls from rampant exploitation by the owners, supervisors and middle men for which she received death threats from the middlemen who were making huge profits from the sale of exquisite hand embroidered shawls and clothes that these poor women made and some became blind in old age. Now thanks to the efforts of this kind woman, they have better working conditions and sell their products through cooperatives and get a fair price for them.

So there are kind men and women who through NGOs or other means try the help the abused but they can’t help everyone.

The poor men and women are hired for the massive road and other infrastructure development in India that the government is spending a lot of money on. All over the country such projects employ millions of people but the contractors used to take a share of their hard-earned money leaving them poor as usual. They got fired if they complained so this abominable practice continued until the new government issued a universal ID card to every citizen in India. With this card now they can open a bank account where the government pays directly to their account cutting out the middleman.

I wish all countries adopt these methods that can go a long way to reduce exploitation of people by greedy and corrupt people. They tried and implemented a similar system in the Philippines where the primary school teachers are now directly paid by their government into their bank account thus cutting out the middle men who were exploiting these poor and lowly paid teachers. The senator who helped pass the bill that became law died. He could have become the next president of the country had he lived.

I have only written about the economic exploitation of people so far but there are many other types of exploitation that are just as bad. There are religious, political, ethnic, racial and caste or prejudice based exploitations as well that we are aware of that is worth exposing in a future blog. There are evil people who see money in such practices who should be stopped. The modern-day slavery has many forms that must be fought and the perpetrators brought to justice .

I find in every country good and conscientious people who feel for the sufferings of others and have the courage to do something about them at the risk of their own life just like that lady in Lucknow. But to stop the human exploitation on a national scale in every country needs a strong and very determined government that punishes the wrong doers and protects the rights of every exploited human being. Until then I am afraid it will continue.

If the buyers can be persuaded not to buy the products of slave labor then it can go a long way to improve their lot and put pressure on the manufacturers to improve the working conditions and pay higher wages.

They must put pressure on the importers to prove to the consumers that the imported goods are not made by children or enslaved men and women anywhere. The best solution I believe is to put these bad people out of business through economic boycott of their products until they shape up and adhere to international standards approved by the UN.

It reminds me of the ancient Roman practice of chaining the slave’s ankles to the floor of the galley ship they rowed with the beat of a drummer. They died horribly when the ships were attacked during the naval skirmishes and sank with all hands aboard. Remember how Ben Hur survived in such a ship and saved the life of the Roman General? This analogy is similar to the Bangladesh factories but can such practices be tolerated in 2017? Can people still behave like the Romans today?

To work under humane condition and get a fair wage is not a dole but a human right so I hope that someday this exploitation will come to an end. In the meantime we must speak out through the NGOs and others by bringing these matters to the light, write about them in the internet and upload videos in the U tube so that the whole world knows what is going on behind the locked steel doors of the factories. They need your help and love.

 

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Human migration

Synopsis : The cause of massive human migration is due to man made disaster like wars that are forcing people to seek safety elsewhere only to find that no one wants them. Some die in the process of finding new homes and yet the migration continues .The blog seeks answers to the issue of migration and applauds the effort of the UN and NGOs.

Human migration

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Humans have been migrating ever since they stood upright in the Rift Valley in Africa millions of years ago. They have been doing so in order to find food and shelter when their place of origin could not provide them or were scarce but it was not a serious problem because the population then was very small.

Small groups detached themselves and moved on to find greener pastures or often to avoid conflict with larger groups over resources. This migration took place over a long period of thousands of years and was mostly voluntary. When they found a new land rich in resources like food and water, they settled down even if the new location was colder and less hospitable. They adapted to the new environment by wearing thick animal skin clothes and made strong weather proof shelters with stones or found caves to live in.

Thus our ancestors moved to Europe and others moved along the coast toward the East  and settled into small groups everywhere expertly adapting to the climate, food and developed distinct cultures  and even their physical features.

In very cold and harsh climates of Europe they shed their pigment and became white while those moving on eastward retained the dark skin to a large extent. The inter breeding within various sub groups changed them into something similar to the Neanderthals and later to Homo sapiens from whom we all descend.

This transformation from dark-skinned Africans into what we have become took a very long time but was the result of evolution and migration but we maintain a strong link with our African ancestors through what the scientists term as the marker gene that has been found in people living in different parts of the world today.

With this back ground let us move on to the present day migration that is taking place from Africa to Europe and from the Middle East conflict areas to Europe and even Australia  or North America. It seems that people are migrating in all directions due to economic reasons and political reasons as a result of war.

There was a time when Australia was considered a penal colony where someone in England was transported to just for stealing a loaf of bread but mostly people convicted of serious crimes that included men as well as women and some children. It is a vast country that only had its native population who had arrived there tens of thousands of years ago probably as a result of ancient African migration. They had never met the white people before but welcomed them and were curious about them.

This welcoming attitude and their curiosity diminished when the new comers decided to treat the native population badly as inferior people and called them aborigines. They ignored their rich culture and long history and called them savages. The white population slowly grew and settled into the Eastern shores where cities like Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane etc. were established and thrive today that are a far cry from those early days.

Still for such a vast continent such as Australia, the total population remains miniscule at about 20 million people mostly concentrated in the Eastern part. But the government has very strict immigration policy that restricts who can settle in Australia and accepts very few new immigrants who have to wait for a long period of time to get processed. The average waiting period to get an immigrant visa there is about 8 to 10 years.

Still hundreds of refugees fleeing their war-torn countries in the Middle East or elsewhere risk their lives to reach Australia in rickety boats that are intercepted in mid-ocean by the coast guards and the hapless people are taken to temporary shelters on some off shore islands where they languish for years just waiting for their fate to be decided by the government of Australia.

Often we hear of riots , hunger strikes and deaths in those shelters because people are so desperate to get out to live a normal life on the mainland but Australia does not want them and does not know what to do with them. They wanted to send only 2000 refugees to the USA that President Obama had agreed upon but the new president turned them down. Still more people are found in un seaworthy boats heading toward Australia hoping for a better life and often drown when such boats capsize in storms. The human traffickers make money out of them and do not care what happens to them.

We see this tragedy almost every day when boats full of starving and  dehydrated Africans are intercepted in the Mediterranean by the Italian or Spanish coast guards who then bring them to Lampedusa for temporary shelters and processing. Thousands have died trying to reach Europe this way but more follow the same route.

The human traffickers make money but people still die in the process. Those who survive push on to Italy, France and the UK. Some try to reach Germany, Nordic countries or Greece. You will see large squatter camps in Calais or other places where these poor people live like animals and are desperate to get their basic necessities like food, water and shelter while waiting for some countries to take them. You will see them in the street of Rome selling cheap trinkets.  You will see them in small towns of France where they sell African carvings, masks or the things they make. Their struggle to survive is long and painful.

Economic migration. : The economic migrants seeking jobs in richer countries were the most numerous in the last century and still number in millions today. They were brought to the colonies by the British, French, Germans and all those countries that needed cheap labor to run their farms and plantations so these migrants spread out to the British colonies from Fiji to many parts of Africa and even Surinam where they still remain today. It was easy for any Indian to travel to any part of the British Empire without visa or custom regulation in those days as bonded laborers but many educated people went to England and settled there. There are now millions of Asians in England alone where you see them everywhere and have radically changed the demography of that small country in ways the British never thought possible.

Some have started to resent them and want a halt to fresh immigration so laws have been tightened and waiting period for an immigrant visa is like in Australia still people keep coming illegally in container vans or trucks often suffocating to death in the process. It is a sad situation because small countries in Europe just can’t cope with the deluge of immigrants that keep coming with no end in sight.

They try to cross from Turkey in rickety boats to reach Greece or Italy and drown. Often their bodies as young as 3 years old wash up ashore that highlights the desperation they face trying to find a new home.

The war refugees:  Now due to conflict in many countries like Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan etc. there are hundreds of thousands of very desperate people who have fled their homeland to seek new homes elsewhere where they will feel safe only to find out that no country wants them so what to do? They are not economic migrants because in their country they were people with means to live well but the war changed everything for them. If you ask them why they migrate, they will say that it is to save their lives. They want to return home when the war ends but no one knows when it will end or if new conflicts will flare up again somewhere. Some flee due to persecution and ethnic cleansing by the terrorists like those poor people in Sinjar or the Kurds.

When India was divided into two countries, Hindus living in Pakistan fled to India and some  Moslems in India fled to Pakistan and a million people died in the process. These refugees arrived with nothing and had a terrible time resettling in India because they received little help from anyone. This persecution of minorities in Pakistan and other Moslem countries continues even today resulting in migration of these poor people to safer haven.

The UNHCR and many NGOs help to some extent these people within their limited resources and always seek more funds from donor countries but the scale of the problem defies any attempt to help them in a meaningful way.

There was a tent city just outside Khartoum in Sudan where hundreds of thousands of refugees from south Sudan lived in appalling conditions and dire poverty because a war was going on in the south. They went back to South Sudan when the war ended and the UN Secretary General Kofi Anan attended the birth of a new country with great fanfare while people danced in the streets until the war broke out again between rivals and restarted the cycle of misery and death.

I used to see the freight trains loaded with bodies brought to El Obeid during the night but the Sudanese government did not want anyone to see their losses.

 The asylum seekers: Then there are those people who speak out against their illegal governments and their corrupt policies so they are persecuted relentlessly while they seek to escape and find asylum in other countries that are sympathetic to their problems. I remember how Svetlana Alliluyeva (Stalin) who was visiting Delhi as a part of a Russian delegation escaped in disguise and reached the US embassy asking for asylum and stunned the ambassador. She was given asylum because she was who she was but this does not happen to ordinary people.

Poor North Koreans try to escape their prison like country and go to China from where they take trains to Laotian border, swim across the Mekong to reach the safety on the other side and escape to Thailand. From there they reach South Korea where they want to live but South Korea is only a stone throw away from North Korea that they cannot leave. They cannot cross the border strewn with land mines and other perils. Many have died trying to cross over just like in East Germany.

The South Americans flee to the north in very large numbers escaping the death squads, the drug war, the poverty and misery in their countries and seek a better and safe life in the United States so they too climb aboard freight trains to reach El Paso or other places. They are routinely victimized by the traffickers called the coyotes who for a good sum of money sneak them into the United States and leave them to die of thirst crossing the deserts on their own.

Now they are talking about building a wall along the border to keep out these poor people who need help and compassion but compassion is in short supply these days.

During the last war in Europe so many people tried to escape Germany to reach Switzerland but very few succeeded the treacherous journey risking their lives. Spain remained neutral during the war so many refugees sought asylum there passing through Casablanca that reminds me of the Ingrid Bergman movie Casablanca. Some allied prisoners kept in the Kolditz castle near Dresden tried to escape and reach Switzerland but only a few succeeded.

The human migration for one reason or other has been going on forever and will not stop anytime soon because people want to escape to a better life somewhere else at the risk of their lives so desperate they are. Poverty, war, persecution, pestilence and other reasons push these people but what is the solution?

The end of war can bring them back to their homes that they can rebuild again. Some people are moving back to Mosul that has been liberated from the terrorists and other cities are being cleared of the jihadists in Homs and Raqqa in Syria. But the jihadists are like cancer that grows somewhere else in the body so as long as deadly ideology of hard-core jihadists remains, the war will flare up in various parts again starting the migration all over.

The more developed countries must open their doors and take in more people who seek their help and not build walls to keep them out. The immigrants are assets and not liabilities because they help the economy grow and create jobs for others. Those fleeing persecution and death should be given priority.

The immigrants in their turn should try to assimilate into their new country as fast as they can and not remain in their own enclaves not learning the language of the country or their customs and culture. It is sad to see their self-imposed isolation in Europe and America that leads to the radicalization of their youth who then start making trouble.

Any person who speaks many languages finds it easier to assimilate into a new society while preserving the essentials of his own. Just watch a Frenchman smile in surprise if you speak fluent French with them. They instantly open up to you and extend a hand of friendship. I know this because I have such experience.

I believe that this beautiful world of ours has room for everyone somewhere .All we need is compassion and understanding.

 

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If I were..

Synopsis: This is a blog about wishful thinking of an incorrigible romantic who sees all the problems facing the world with solutions if only the people have the will to solve them and wishes that daring and audacious people step forward to solve them.

If I were

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Sometimes I feel like doing something drastic that would have a lasting impact on the humanity in a very positive way. It is like saying that we all have the power to do something that may even surprise us in a pleasant way.

My wife just came over and peeped over my shoulder and saw that I had started to write another blog and exclaimed “Another blog? Oh my! The ideas keep coming to you fast?” and then joyously broke into a song: If I were a rich man –do be do be do. ( Topol singing in Fiddler on the roof ). She is a funny girl.

But it is a very serious blog because what is happening today around the world is very frightening and is bringing us all closer to the doomsday that Nostradamus had predicted so long ago. I fervently hope that the old prophet wrote about the third apocalypse when he had too much to drink or was smoking pot but I also have a feeling that one must always take his prophecy very very seriously indeed because he has proven that he saw correctly what was to happen in the future.

Now everyday some politician is threatening someone with dire consequences in reaction to the bravados of some tin pot dictator somewhere that can quickly escalate into something nastier than some insulting words that are dutifully reported in the mass media by the overzealous reporters who are always looking for the headlines that may put a Pulitzer in their pocket so the words spread fast in this technology driven world.

One can see right away on the TV or even in the hand-held devices the latest videos and news that is breaking out in some part of the world right now because the videos are uploaded instantly, edited or not and broadcast by the networks who are hell-bent on outdoing their rivals to generate more sponsors and income.

Very seldom they stop to think about the consequences of such wide-ranging and instant coverage from any part of the world because these reporters are always ready to interview anyone of consequence on a short notice and put him or her on the worldwide TV.

This was not the case some 50 years ago when there was no internet, no satellite coverage, no digital cameras that could send a photo instantly to the news HQ in Atlanta from the distant part of the world, no cell phones or satellite phones. Even the two-way radios looked like a big bottle gourd with very limited range that could not transmit or receive urgent messages from the soldiers in dire need of assistance from their commanders just 5 km away and died in large numbers  (See the movie A bridge too far) during the last world war in Europe.

But now we talk about multiple satellites guiding a drone 5000 kms away in Afghanistan or Pakistan targeting with pin point accuracy a single terrorist who is planning or plotting a new mischief and taking him out in a second.

Now we see how fast the bad news spreads all over the world the moment it is uploaded causing panic in the stock market and sowing fear in the heart of ordinary folks everywhere who wonder what will happen if a foul mouth braggart with inflated ego who has the nuclear button nearby all the time decides in a fit of exaggerated rage to push that button.

We hear almost every day one country threatening another with such weapons that also has such weapons and vows to retaliate instantly so it spirals out of control quickly into a nightmare scenario for the aggressor and the attacked country.

Remember the Cuban missile crisis that John Kennedy took such a huge gamble on while waiting to see if Khrushchev will blink first? No one until now realizes how catastrophically close they came to blows over the stationing of missiles in Cuba at that time and how at the last moment sanity prevailed and Khrushchev   pulled out of the confrontation.

If anything like that happens again , will there be sanity and will the parties realize in time to avert a global catastrophe , swallow their super inflated pride and step back from the brink ?

Have these idiots ever experienced the effect of a nuclear detonation that killed and maimed over 200000 innocent people in Nagasaki and Hiroshima in a very short time? The politicians with such enormous power at their fingertips far away sitting in an air-conditioned war room 5 stories underground somewhere can never imagine what such a weapon is capable of doing because none of them playing with such fire have ever ever experienced the heat and melting of flesh of people far away.

They will only see the satellite photos on their screens because no gum chewing cameraman and those insensitive reporters will dare go to the scene and report from there and see the burning bodies themselves. A bomber pilot flying his B-52 over Vietnam never saw the destruction and bodies on the ground  from 35000 feet so he went back to his base where other pilots congratulated him for a job well done over beer.

Many countries now possess such frightening weapons and the knowhow to make them to fit into missiles that can fly over thousands of kilometers to fall on a target with deadly accuracy. You don’t need the planes to carry such bombs anymore because it can be dropped by missiles or drones that are controlled from a great distance from the comfort of the air-cooled war rooms.

The question to ask is  why a single person somewhere has such enormous power that he can unleash that can start a third world war without the permission of the people who elected such a person or the congress that represents the people in theory.  The tin pot dictators who also have such power are called dictators because they are not elected by the people or are elected in a fake election where the mad man is the sole contender so no one can vote against him.

We see the tension escalating every day in an isolated mountain pass at the base of Bhutan or Ladakh or somewhere else where both parties are rapidly sending more troops, more guns and more bullets and getting their long-range missiles on high alert so it adds fuel to the fire  on both sides. No one wants to back down.

So this is the crux of the matter. Why no one wants to back down and pull back where they can sit down and talk it over and find a peaceful solution? Their news media and political commentators do not make it easy and keep telling everyone they must not back down so that the enemy is taught a lesson at the cost of suffering themselves. The enemies are not impotent either and can cause terrible damage in retaliation but the commentators do not seem to understand it and keep on adding fuel to fire that  may soon get out of control.

I know why. It is called National pride which must not be messed with. The leaders are willing to attack another country in the name of preserving national pride at any cost because such people are not accountable to their own people.To them saving face is more important than backing off from a confrontation that can start a war.

No one cares to know that Adolf Hitler tried at least 7 times to make peace before the start of the war with the allies but failed each time because the national pride of the allies would not let them accept the peace offers that Hitler made. As a last resort Hess himself flew his plane and landed at a military field in England and said he had come to sign the peace agreement and stop the madness but we all know what happened to Hess. Now if you ask anyone who is less than 100 years old who was Hess and they will say something like “ never heard of him or what is hess instead of who was he” or some such nonsense.

Do people really learn from their past mistakes? If they did then why they keep on repeating the same mistakes in the name of national pride and inflated ego of just a few people who have their fingers on the nuclear buttons ?

We now live in an interconnected world like never before where an incident taking place far away has instant repercussions elsewhere. If Iran closes the Strait of Hormuz or even threatens to close it then people all over the world start to panic. It is because so much oil passes through the Gulf that runs the world economy that closing it for a brief time causes panic everywhere.

If India blockades the only port of Pakistan , people panic, prices rise sharply and people start queuing up for gasoline and food. If India  blocks the passageway through Malacca even for a few days, Japan ,China and all other countries in the region start to panic. If she blocks the passage way through Andaman, all the West ward and East ward shipping traffic comes to a halt causing of a lot of anxiety in many countries. These countries know that they have an ace up their sleeve that they can play at crucial times like war.

Now I come to the part where we can study this false notion of national pride and not backing down no matter what syndrome. We see that all countries boast of their national pride and are determined not to sell it or pawn it at the time of threats and posturing. The politicians use it as a currency they can cash in later on and see great benefit in the ballot boxes.

Remember what happened to Khrushchev when he swallowed his national pride and backed off from the Cuban missile crisis? He was wise but his generals did not agree with him and sent him into retirement promptly. So behind every leader stand  rows of hardline military men and their lackeys  who try to keep the level of animosity at the highest level so that they can start a war.

May be they get bored in their desk jobs and want to go back to the field where the action is so they want war. America has been continuously at war with one country or other since 1942 because from the general’s point of view, a war is always very profitable business. The private suppliers of war materials make a huge amount of money from wars.

Don’t forget it was the military men who pressured Truman to drop the A bomb on Japan when they knew that Japan was almost ready to capitulate. Truman did not want to do it but the pressure on him was unbearable so he finally gave the infamous order that caused so much death. He also knew that no court in the world could make him account for what he did because such people enjoy immunity from prosecution unless you are a leader in Chechnya or Serbia. No one cared that Truman lived his remaining days in ignominy.

So now I will write what if I were a leader with such enormous power to do so much harm to the humanity, what will I do?

  1. I will swallow my ego ( which I don’t have) and national pride and fly to North Korea and surprise their leader and sit down with him with a beer and solve the issues amicably.
  2. I will extend my hand as a friend and offer peace without any preconditions and pull out all American troops from the Korean peninsula and sign a peace accord that will remove all the threats that hang on that poor country forever so that they can also back down, improve trade relationship with the rest of the world and put all their missiles to sleep like some other countries do and prosper.
  3. I would then convince that two Koreas are the same people, same language and with the same heritage so they should unite and become one strong and prosperous democratic country that is militarily also strong and stable with a vibrant economy. I will convince the dictator that the days of one man rule is no longer practical anywhere so he should retire and enjoy his retirement in a Swiss chalet somewhere with a Nobel Prize in his pocket and a lasting legacy of a peace maker. He will understand what is at stake and he will see enormous benefits in these proposals and sign the deal.
  4. The two Koreas will become one just like Germany and prosper beyond belief. The separated families will be reunited and there will be permanent peace there making Japan and neighbors happy.
  5. America will no longer station thousands of troops there at a great cost so they will save a lot of money that they will be able to use to give every one free lunch and free tuition in their own country.
  6. I will also make a lasting peace accord between India and Pakistan and urge them to reunite with India as it was before 1947 so that the united India will prosper and develop fast bringing prosperity to everyone while keeping their military strong. The terrorists will be deprived of the oxygen they need to fuel the fire of hatred so they will disappear. It will be a win win situation for everyone because no one will lose and everyone will profit. The Kashmir issue will be solved with the stroke of a pen and no one will die in endless border wars.
  7. I will convince the Zimbabwe dictator to retire. He is 93 years old so has a few years left anyway so he should retire and enjoy his grandchildren so that the country can be brought back from the brink of collapse where a loaf of bread costs one trillion pounds which is their worthless currency.
  8. I will convince Israel and Palestinians to make peace so that the Palestinians can have their own country and prosper with trade and tourism with the rest of the world. All the millions of Palestinian refugees languishing in camps in other countries will be able to return home and live in peace. Most of all Israel will be able to live in peace and prosperity.
  9. I will build a mosque on the other side of the Sarayu river in Ayodhya in India that will replace the mosque the Hindu militants destroyed so that Hindus can build their temple of Ram there so there will be peace between the Hindus and Moslems from then on. Ram was born in Ayodhya so building a temple for their God there is very important to all Hindus but the Moslems should be given an alternative like land where they will build their mosque.
  10. The Kurds should be given their homeland just like anyone else because they have suffered a long time and still suffer. A Kurdistan will shine as an independent nation where women never have to bear arms to fight again. I will make peace there with all the surrounding countries so that each makes concessions to make it happen. Again everyone will benefit from it.

My list is long but I will stop here because it is just a wishful thinking. I will never be the president of any country with nuclear weapons and I will never be a peace maker but if I were a peace maker, this is what I will do because I do not have super ego and false national pride that prevents people to act in a sane manner.

I think someday Malala Yousafzai will become the prime minister of Pakistan and she will be a great peace maker who will win her second Nobel Prize. I may not be alive when that happens but I wish her all the success.

 

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What now ?

Synopsis : Most people after their retirement are faced with the eternal question of what to do with their life specially those who have been very busy with their work and did not spend much time with their family. The blog looks at the way a person can balance his life between his work and his family without ignoring neither and find many satisfying things to do in retirement .

What now?

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There comes a time in everyone’s life at some point when people ask or need to ask the question – what now? It may be an innocuous simple question but it has a very profound meaning. The question can be asked at any point in the life of a person from a very young age to a very old age or anywhere in between and each time the answer may depend upon the circumstances , age, priorities, living conditions, educational  struggle, job struggle , relationship that is developing or on going and numerous other factors.

Young people may have very different priorities than the old people. They may say that having a girl friend or boyfriend is the priority or developing or improving this budding relationship is the priority. I know that this has something to do with the hormones raging through their bodies that urge them on often to do foolish things that they regret later on like eloping or dropping out of their studies because they got a girl knocked up so they go downhill from there. We at some point are driven by our biology more than anything else that is based on the scientific evidence that we are all hard-wired to think that way although to some it may sound like crass and glamourless.

It is really no different from the feral cat we have in our garden that gets knocked up several times every year and keeps on producing litter of 5 or 6 kitten each time that we do not know what to do with . Luckily they do not go to college and do not worry about many things we as humans worry about. They also do not worry about getting a good job somewhere and earn a living so their life is very simple. All they need is some food to sustain them so the garbage bins come in handy and some other cats to fight with at which they excel. The uneducated masses who are poor and live below poverty line often behave like feral cats including the fighting part fueled by alcohol and drugs but educated people generally speaking know better so they tend to make good decisions.

We humans are more complicated as the demand from the parents, friends and the society in general puts pressure on us to go to college and later get a good job, get married and the rest which is the same in every society in every country if you discount the Kiko Kikos of the Kalahari who live in peace in nature and worry only about how to get some food and water daily. I envy them because their life is so simple and free from the stress we all suffer from time to time due to various reasons.

So I come back to the eternal question – What now!!!

As we grow older meaning more than 60 years, our priorities change and we start to think about many other things like retirement and what to do afterwards. I know some people do not or cannot retire at 65 because of their commitments so they keep on working until they drop dead, never having a moment of peace to enjoy while there are a few daredevils who just quit at the age of 50 or even 40 and decide that they do not enjoy the rat race and would rather go to Marrakech in Morocco or Kathmandu where the weed is cheap and living at the basic level costs not much.

I envy such people because it takes courage to do so to leave your comfort zone and jump into the unknown in the wider world where you may get stung by a scorpion in the desert or break a bone falling off a camel in the Gobi but they are the free spirits that only a few people have  so on the whole they enjoy life in a way that is not possible if one is tied to his job all the time and has no vacation time worth talking about just because at the age of 40 or 50 they are still paying off their student loan and the mortgage not to mention all the bills that keep showing up like clockwork.

It reminds me of the movie in which two old and sick people (Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson) in a hospital ward suffering from their terminal cases become friends and one day one of them asks – what we will do if we knew we had a very limited time in our life just like the doctor says? So one says he would like to go fishing in Alaska or climb Everest if he still can.

In the end they did just that by sneaking off from their hospital ward still wearing their smock and looking over their shoulders like naughty children about to do more naughty things and getting very excited about it. They jumped off a plane and parachuted on a farmer’s field landing on a pile of manure and laughed their heads off. They gave the police a hard time in Rome who thought that they were two crazy people on a scooter. They ate anything and everything to their heart’s content and threw away all their medications. In short they had a whale of a time and enjoyed tremendously not caring about a thing in the world until the lights slowly dimmed on them but they died laughing.

Oh I envy such people who could do this and were so courageous to take on the world this way during their last remaining days.

So we all have our different priorities in life at a certain age. How seriously we take our priorities depends upon the character of the person and his financial ability to do so. If you have acquired all your life all manner of junks and artifacts , money and time deposits  etc. then sooner than later you should realize that you cannot take anything with you where we all are going someday so a wise person starts to get rid of all the material things. I call it divestment.

I have taken up writing that I enjoy because I found out that you my readers in more than 90 countries  like to read them and everyday encourage me to write more so it has been fun doing so. I am not going to climb Everest or go to Gobi riding camels because I am not an outdoor person now although it was different when I was young and did foolish things like we all did at some point. I can tell you stories that will make you laugh your heads off if you only knew all my capers but I will not get into that.

OK I will just mention one caper that I previously did not write about. One time I was hitch hiking toward Big Sur in California and was to meet one person there but it got dark so I spread my sleeping bag in a forested area near a stream not paying much attention to the wild life. In the middle of the night I heard a growl of a wild animal near me and crept into my sleeping bag hoping that the animal will go away and not eat me alive. I was scared and did not peep to see what it was and was relieved when it went away not bothering me .I had nothing to defend myself with  and realized that I did a very foolish thing and promised myself not to do it again. May be it was a friendly mountain lion although I do not know if there are friendly mountain lions so I was lucky.

But the luck has a way of slipping out of your fingers if you do it again and learn nothing from your capers. I did and am afraid of wild animals since then. Our daughter poses with cheetah in Zambia saying that the animal was tame but she has more courage than most people I know including myself.

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So what Now? I think this question needs some answers. I have met retired people who were so discouraged of their day-to-day mundane life that they soon gave up and croaked. They could not decide what to do with themselves after retirement. Another fellow could not stop smoking and told me with a wink that only one of his lungs was working but he wanted to die smoking so that is what he did a few months later. The fellow had spunk.

I think it is very important for everyone to straighten up their priorities at some point and say this is what I would like to do from now on and just do it. There is so much to see, so much to do, so much to experience. so many new people to meet, so many different foods to taste, so many new mischiefs to make never mind if you are old. I wish I knew some old people who are like those two naughty people in the movie. They have spunk.

The often repeated  cliché  the old age is nothing but a perception , it is just a number etc. can be put aside for a moment  and think for a minute what you would like to do if you had a short time to live.

Now I am not saying that you should go to Serengeti and try to hug a cheetah or a lion  or jump off a small plane  with or without a parachute and such things but I am sure everyone has some hidden talent that he or she never got the time or the opportunity to develop .

Some go the spiritual way and find some solace in the company of others so inclined but I prefer the people who have some spunk left in them and are ready to make mischief if given half the chance with a wink and a swagger.

But seriously, life is not about narcissism or at least it should not be. There are many things people can do to help others in need. Some kids need a mentor to guide him or her through troubled time so give them a hand by counsel, tutoring and books that are overflowing in your library. Some people need a little push to get them over to do something positive in their life so give them that push. Others may learn from you how to write and maybe someday become a famous writer themselves. Some need a guardian who comes to their aid in need in many different ways. It does not have to be always money or gifts but can be just a little help, advice or showing the way to do the right things. Adopt a child and give him or her a new life with love, education and guidance.

These are all very rewarding experiences for anyone who asks “what now”.  Do it joyfully and eagerly so that you can say that you spent your life well and then slowly fade away like an old soldier.

 

Note :  My blogs are also available in French, Spanish, German and Japanese  languages at the following links as well as my biography:

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Biographie d’Anil en français

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