Netala trip report
K.S.Ramamurthy and K.C.Sundaram visited Netala School during 9-11 November 2011. This is the first visit of the SODEWS officials after the commencement of the current academic year (1st April 2011 to 31st March 2012).
Before proceeding to give a detailed report on several aspects of the school, a significantly noticeable aspect was the brilliant work done by C.V.Poornima, who within a short period of three months has improved the quality of the school academically and administratively. We expected to spend a lot of time to obtain data on several issues but were pleasantly surprised to note that these were already prepared in a basic format updated after the commencement of the new academic year. The significant contribution of Poornima was visibly seen in a phenomenal increase in student enrollment from 80 to 120 and the good impression of the local people having about the school.
Accounts
Upto September 30th 2011, the funding of the school was done by Aid India, Chennai and SODEWS has taken over from 1st October 2011. Periodical statement of accounts has been submitted to KKSF that will continue. School maintains two bank accounts - one for the funds made available by SODEWS and the other from collection of tuition fees and small donations. Accounts are well maintained and adeqaute proof have been given on cash and bank holdings.
Students and fee structure
There are a total number of 120 students of whom 83 are boys and 37 are girls. We observed that there are no students in 7th class as in the previous year the strength in the 6th class was too low to have admission in 7th class this year. In the current year there are 12 students who will move to 7th class next year. Obviously there will be no students in the 8th class in the academic year 2012 – 2013. With the increase in strength, the school is expected to have reasonable strength from the academic year 2013-2014. The trend indicates that with a slight improvement in the infrastructure details of which are stated in later paragraphs that the school is expected to have not less than 150 students from the next academic year. The tuition fee structure is such that the kindergarten students are charged a maximum of Rs. 200 a month; 1st and 2nd standard students Rs. 220; 3rd to 5th Rs. 250 and 6th to 8th Rs. 300. But it is observed that there is no uniform collection of fees. Depending upon the economic condition of the parents of the students, the principal has exempted some students from paying full fees. In fact 18 students pay no fees at all. We accept this situation as this renders a valuable contribution to the social welfare of the rural poor. The school has collected around 1,65,000 so far from tuition fees and the total fees collected at the end of the year may not exceed 2 lakhs.
Staff
There are 10 teaching staff including the principal and 2 administrative staff. Three teachers have B.Ed degree and four have university degree and two are twelfth pass. One of the twelfth pass is a computer instructor - very smart and quite capable of teaching the children. One aspect that has been brought to our notice is the high rate of attrition of B.Ed degree teachers. However, a stable situation has been noted and the quality of teaching seems to be good for a rural based school. SODEWS attempt to send a full time teacher / administrator so far has not been succesful so far. Periodic visit by Poornima, Sundaram, Satya and Ramamurthy has an impact. The principal is still on a lookout for a teacher / administrator to be added to the staff strength particularly in the view of the strength is likely to go up by at least 25%.
School
The school has classes upto 8th. The government has recognised upto 5th standard. It is expected that the government will accord approval to 6th standard from the next academic year as the education department seems to be satisfied with the overall performance of the school including the present infrastructure. This move will pave way for the recognition upto the 8th standard in due course. A copy of the government report by the District Block Education Officer (DBEO) expressing satisfaction about the school is enclosed.
Computer education
Computer classes are held thrice a week giving about three hours of training.
Transport
The school provides transport at a cost of Rs.10,000 a month to bring children from villages which are more than 1.5 - 2 kms. The children pay a nominal charge of Rs. 100 to the school. This facility has been a major factor for the improved strength of the school. In a PTA meeting, which we had, the view of the parents and the committee members was that the school strength would grow considerably if the school had its own mini van. The capital cost of getting a mini van is likely to be around 6 lakhs. The parents emphasise that this will not only improve the strength of the school but also provide a safe commuting to the school during the peak season (about 4 months).
Infrastructure to be developed
There already exists a playfield, which requires a protective wall (because of mountainous area there is no level playing field). Heavy floods in the recent monsoon destroyed the wall constructed earlier. It was observed that the construction of the wall was not of the desirable standard, which led to the destruction. We have discussed this subject in complete detail including the use of the stones that have been washed away to minimise the reconstruction of the wall to an acceptable standard to withhold any fury of flood in future. Estimate for this project is under preparation.
We have obtained an estimate for 8 lakhs for the construction of two classrooms measuring 400 sq. ft. each. Additional rooms are justified as it was observed that in some classrooms students belonging to different levels are accomodated. SODEWS is trying to identify a possible donor for this.
Until a few months back there was an access to a land belonging to another private party for the pathway from the mainroad to the school premises. The private party has now refused to allow the use of the passage and the school has made temporary arrangement from the road. The principal finding the temporary arrangement inadequate and slippery has approached the government to provide a piece of land to lay a path to the school from the main road. The government authorities have approved the allocation of land for this path and an estimate to the tune of 2.8 lakhs has been prepared. The principal has agreed to use the funds collected by way of tution fees with an additional input from SODEWS for laying a good path.
New project – Mid day meal scheme
It is desirable to embark on this noble project to help the poor children. In our discussions with the principal we learnt that to supply two rotis and a cup of vegetables would cost about Rs. 10 per child. On the basis of having 130 children and staff it would cost Rs. 1300 a day. If implemented from 1st December 2011 upto 31st March 2012, it would cost about Rs. 1,10,000. For the next academic year with about projected 160 students and staff, the total annual cost would be Rs. 4,00,000 (250 school working days in a year). While SODEWS would try to get donors for this project, KKSF is requested to get some sponsors.
Committee and PTA meeting
On the 11th of November, we took part in the executive committee meeting of the school followed by a meeting of Parents Teachers Association (PTA) which was attended by about 65 people. The meeting revealed the admiration of the people for the manner in which the school is been administered. The principal and the teachers are devoted and take special care of the children particularly the weaker students. The parents were particularly happy that two of the children from the school have been selected for Navodaya, a central government school. These two children happen to be the only two to have been selected from Uttarkasi. Taking advantage of our presence in the PTA meeting, we stressed the importance of community participation in the activities of the school particularly when it comes to development project. The people present assured us that they would offer ‘shramdan’ and provide material support as much as possible for them. The local participation was stressed taking in view of the long-term plan for it to be self-reliant. This was endorsed by the people present in the meeting as well.
We had also suggested that the executive committee which has 10 members be reorganised to have 9 or 11 members and that only active persons should be elected to the committee.
School future plans
It is our observation that the school will have to be supported upto March 2014 for which SODEWS is approaching various individuals and organisations to extend support. This recommendation is being made, as we believe the school is producing students of quality who come from extremely poor family. SODEWS would be approaching organisations such as Azim Premji Foundation, which has announced its intention to set up high quality primary schools in rural areas particularly in states like Uttarakhand. SODEWS with its vast experience in the quality improvement of primary education will take all efforts to take partners such as Azim Premji Foundation. The enthusiasm shown by the participants in the PTA meeting provides ample proof of their desire to shoulder responsibilities gradually. The school will become a middle school from the academic year commencing April 2012, which will pave way for it to become a higher secondary school in due course.
SODEWS will continue to send its staff periodically on short-term assignments not only to monitor the performance but also to assist in teaching and administrative matters.
Our mission was fruitful particularly because of the assistance rendered by Principal Rajmati and other staff.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
The way to die.
Camp: Arsha Vidya Gurukulam, Saylorsburg, PA
At this camp, in the eigth chapter of the Bhagavadgita, death is discussed at length. I am pasting below one of my earlier posts and a mail I recieved from Ramu Uncle. I just spoke to Ramu uncle. This unique lady, an inspiration to me, died exactly the way it is being described in our scriptures. She went to the to local Guruvayurappan (Lord Krishna) temple, complained of some unease, chanted "Narayana" three times and just passed away. My humble pranams to her.
E mail from Ramu Uncle
"Satya who was to come with me has cancelled his trip as his mother passed away yesterday. You met her in Tirupathur. The old lady died of heart attack and even at 88, she never wanted to trouble anyone. love. ram uncle"
My earlier blog
A Life well spent.
Camp: Yelagiri, Tamilnadu
I was expecting to meet my friend, V. Satyanarayanan (Satya) , at Yelagiri on Thursday, August 4th, 2011 and spend a few days with him. In addition to seeing his mother in Tirupattur, about ten Kilometers away, he was to discuss our charitable work. Instead, he called from Chennai to tell us that he has postponed his trip by a day.
Satya came to Yelagiri on Friday August, 5th. The reason he did not come on Wednesday was that his mother, who is eighty five years old, told him that she was busy and can’t meet with him on the day suggested by Satya. The minute I heard that his eighty five year old mother was so busy that she could not meet with her son, I said to him I have to meet her. I like the fact that she has a life, a busy life at that. Not your typical, counting the days, mami.
So, on Friday we were off to see this eighty five year old lady. She is independent, lives by herself, has a very active political and social life. She wears a Kosaam Podavai, the typical south Indian Brahmin style traditional saree.
In the State of Tamilnadu, anti Brahmin rhetoric is the very basis of the rise of many a political party for over fifty years. The fact that a lady who has by her dress code made no secret of her caste and rose to become a city councillor, for twenty three years, is no small feat. When we reached her home, there were three people discussing their problems. I am sure they were seeking her help in navigating the bureaucracy.
She is well known to all the powers to be in the government machinery. In India, the maxim “who you know is more important than what you know” is very apt.
This sprightly lady has no problem putting her contacts to good use. She was immediately on the phone talking to people to help these folks. I am quite sure that only because she has a great track record of getting things done, people still keep coming to her. Politics and government offices are now dominated by non Brahmins or sometimes even Brahmin haters. It is her zeal to help those in need, regardless of the caste or creed of the person, that comes through. That is why a phone call, a push, a nudge, a plea from her works. Even a die hard anti Brahmin has to heed her call, knowing she has nothing to gain, personally. All she wants is to help her “friends”.
She is very clear what she wants to do with her life. She can teach all a thing or two about priorities. She is not one of those waiting for death. I am convinced that it is her interaction with so many people that keeps her young. She has no time for Alzheimer’s, Dementia and other old age related phenomena generally seen in people of her age.
She inspires me. May the Lord bless her with good health.
At this camp, in the eigth chapter of the Bhagavadgita, death is discussed at length. I am pasting below one of my earlier posts and a mail I recieved from Ramu Uncle. I just spoke to Ramu uncle. This unique lady, an inspiration to me, died exactly the way it is being described in our scriptures. She went to the to local Guruvayurappan (Lord Krishna) temple, complained of some unease, chanted "Narayana" three times and just passed away. My humble pranams to her.
E mail from Ramu Uncle
"Satya who was to come with me has cancelled his trip as his mother passed away yesterday. You met her in Tirupathur. The old lady died of heart attack and even at 88, she never wanted to trouble anyone. love. ram uncle"
My earlier blog
A Life well spent.
Camp: Yelagiri, Tamilnadu
I was expecting to meet my friend, V. Satyanarayanan (Satya) , at Yelagiri on Thursday, August 4th, 2011 and spend a few days with him. In addition to seeing his mother in Tirupattur, about ten Kilometers away, he was to discuss our charitable work. Instead, he called from Chennai to tell us that he has postponed his trip by a day.
Satya came to Yelagiri on Friday August, 5th. The reason he did not come on Wednesday was that his mother, who is eighty five years old, told him that she was busy and can’t meet with him on the day suggested by Satya. The minute I heard that his eighty five year old mother was so busy that she could not meet with her son, I said to him I have to meet her. I like the fact that she has a life, a busy life at that. Not your typical, counting the days, mami.
So, on Friday we were off to see this eighty five year old lady. She is independent, lives by herself, has a very active political and social life. She wears a Kosaam Podavai, the typical south Indian Brahmin style traditional saree.
In the State of Tamilnadu, anti Brahmin rhetoric is the very basis of the rise of many a political party for over fifty years. The fact that a lady who has by her dress code made no secret of her caste and rose to become a city councillor, for twenty three years, is no small feat. When we reached her home, there were three people discussing their problems. I am sure they were seeking her help in navigating the bureaucracy.
She is well known to all the powers to be in the government machinery. In India, the maxim “who you know is more important than what you know” is very apt.
This sprightly lady has no problem putting her contacts to good use. She was immediately on the phone talking to people to help these folks. I am quite sure that only because she has a great track record of getting things done, people still keep coming to her. Politics and government offices are now dominated by non Brahmins or sometimes even Brahmin haters. It is her zeal to help those in need, regardless of the caste or creed of the person, that comes through. That is why a phone call, a push, a nudge, a plea from her works. Even a die hard anti Brahmin has to heed her call, knowing she has nothing to gain, personally. All she wants is to help her “friends”.
She is very clear what she wants to do with her life. She can teach all a thing or two about priorities. She is not one of those waiting for death. I am convinced that it is her interaction with so many people that keeps her young. She has no time for Alzheimer’s, Dementia and other old age related phenomena generally seen in people of her age.
She inspires me. May the Lord bless her with good health.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Six week Religon camp
Arsha Vidya Gurukulam
Along with my wife Geetha, I am attending a six week residential course at the Arsha Vidya Gurukulam, located in the Pocono Mountains. (Arshavidya.org) Even though this six week format has been offered for at least a decade and my wife has attended a few of the camps in the past, only this year I have the confidence that even if I am not physically present at work, everything will be OK. My partners instill a sense of confidence in me that everything will be fine at work. The good thing is I am very much in touch with my office thro phone and internet. (This is my ego talking) The course started on October 12th, 2011 and ends on November 20th, 2011.
The course is intense. The day starts at 5.45 a.m. with Abhishekam to Lord Dakshinamurthi. At 7.00 a.m. we have guided meditation with Swami Tattvavidananda Saraswati (TV) for half an hour. From 8.15 to 9.15 it is Yoga with a certified instructor. (Well, I miss the Yoga classes as I have to do my own Pooja in my room) Then at 10.00 am it is Samskritam (the proper way to say it) (Sanskrit) classes. I feel like a school kid again, back in Mahbub College Higher Secondary School, Secunderabad. At 11.20 a.m. it is Brahadaranyaka Upanishad with Swami TV. At 12.45pm it is lunch time, my favorite part of the camp. Kalpathi Ramachandran (KR) is the chef in charge of the kitchen. I hold him personally responsible if I put on any weight in this camp. At 3.45 pm., it is chanting time with Suddhatma, the General Manager of the Gurukulam. At 5.15 it is chapter eight of the Bhagavad-Gita,with Swami TV. After evening Arati at 6.30p.m. and Satsang at 8.00 p.m. with Swami TV, it is time to call it a day.
I go on to the gym for an hour’s work out on the stair master and I burn about 450- to 550 calories. I am trying my best to skip dinner but the food is too tempting. Too much love put in by KR in the food.
The other day I was sitting with KR and he was telling me all about his life. I was not only moved by his story but was amazed at his resilience. I don’t know how much he has listened to the talks by the various Swamiji’s but I noticed how he put all that is taught here in practice in his life. In fact, that is “Practical Vedanta”.
A few years ago, when I wanted to do some Pariharams and poojas in Kerala, I went to Palaghat and stayed at his home. The love and affection shown by his wife Revathi, his six children and Chitthappa is something I will always cherish. I was telling KR about my new passion for writing blogs. He said that he will sit with me and go through his life story and I should share it with all of you. He is now 49 years old. I will be doing that in the coming weeks and I have his explicit permission to share his story. Please wait. Be patient. I promise you it will be interesting.
Along with my wife Geetha, I am attending a six week residential course at the Arsha Vidya Gurukulam, located in the Pocono Mountains. (Arshavidya.org) Even though this six week format has been offered for at least a decade and my wife has attended a few of the camps in the past, only this year I have the confidence that even if I am not physically present at work, everything will be OK. My partners instill a sense of confidence in me that everything will be fine at work. The good thing is I am very much in touch with my office thro phone and internet. (This is my ego talking) The course started on October 12th, 2011 and ends on November 20th, 2011.
The course is intense. The day starts at 5.45 a.m. with Abhishekam to Lord Dakshinamurthi. At 7.00 a.m. we have guided meditation with Swami Tattvavidananda Saraswati (TV) for half an hour. From 8.15 to 9.15 it is Yoga with a certified instructor. (Well, I miss the Yoga classes as I have to do my own Pooja in my room) Then at 10.00 am it is Samskritam (the proper way to say it) (Sanskrit) classes. I feel like a school kid again, back in Mahbub College Higher Secondary School, Secunderabad. At 11.20 a.m. it is Brahadaranyaka Upanishad with Swami TV. At 12.45pm it is lunch time, my favorite part of the camp. Kalpathi Ramachandran (KR) is the chef in charge of the kitchen. I hold him personally responsible if I put on any weight in this camp. At 3.45 pm., it is chanting time with Suddhatma, the General Manager of the Gurukulam. At 5.15 it is chapter eight of the Bhagavad-Gita,with Swami TV. After evening Arati at 6.30p.m. and Satsang at 8.00 p.m. with Swami TV, it is time to call it a day.
I go on to the gym for an hour’s work out on the stair master and I burn about 450- to 550 calories. I am trying my best to skip dinner but the food is too tempting. Too much love put in by KR in the food.
The other day I was sitting with KR and he was telling me all about his life. I was not only moved by his story but was amazed at his resilience. I don’t know how much he has listened to the talks by the various Swamiji’s but I noticed how he put all that is taught here in practice in his life. In fact, that is “Practical Vedanta”.
A few years ago, when I wanted to do some Pariharams and poojas in Kerala, I went to Palaghat and stayed at his home. The love and affection shown by his wife Revathi, his six children and Chitthappa is something I will always cherish. I was telling KR about my new passion for writing blogs. He said that he will sit with me and go through his life story and I should share it with all of you. He is now 49 years old. I will be doing that in the coming weeks and I have his explicit permission to share his story. Please wait. Be patient. I promise you it will be interesting.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
My Charity Work
What is my charity work?
My children know that their dad is engaged in some kind of “Social Work”. Like most of my friends, acquaintances and relatives, they don’t know what exactly I do. They know I am doing something to help people. I have talked to my children about the need for us as a family to help the less fortunate amongst us. We, meaning people who can read this blog, are truly blessed. Knowing that half the world goes to bed hungry is very sobering. That we can walk, talk, see, have a roof over our head, and have food on the table is a great blessing. Having grown up in a third world country like India, I don’t take anything for granted. Everything is a gift from God.
I look around. I look into myself. I see a lot of suffering, a lot of pain. There is a great philosophical debate about “free will”. How much of the suffering that we see or experience is truly a choice we made. That is the will of God. We are helpless. It appears that in certain areas I have it better than some. But suffering is common to all of us. Fortunately, some of that suffering can be alleviated. We can do something. For example, how can elderly people fend for themselves? What can a child do if it is abandoned or both parents are dead? I know that seniors are a neglected lot. Some seniors are neglected because their children are abroad. In some situations seniors want their independence and in some cases neglect is due to economic reasons. I have met and I know many such people.
I was involved in charity work in an unorganized manner for a few years prior to meeting His Holiness Jagadguru Sri Jayendra Saraswati the Sankaracharya of Kanchi Kamakoti Peetham in 1989. Being a Sanyasi and a Peetadhipathi, his idea of helping people by going to their communities is absolutely revolutionary. Starting schools, colleges, hospitals are all his ideas. At his behest I, along with a few others, formed the Kanchi Kamakoti Seva Foundation (KKSF) and obtained a Sec. 501 (C) (3) tax exempt status. Later in 2000, I was involved in the formation of AIM for Seva, an innovative idea in education, particularly for tribal people and residents of remote villages, started by Pujya Swami Dayananda Saraswati. I would never have the opportunity to meet some amazing people or see the “other” side of some people, but for my charity work. These people have influenced my thinking a lot. Also, my two daughters, who are idealists and would like to help the whole world, have always shown their concern for the downtrodden.
I have visited orphanages, senior citizens homes, school for autistic children, Veda patasalas, schools and hospitals. There is a crying need for us to do something. Presently, all my charity work in India is done through SODEWS. Helping me in this matter is Ramu Uncle. He heads SODEWS, which does remarkable work in Tamilnadu and has taken under its wing a school in Uttarakhand. Poornima assists Ramu Uncle in his work. Poornima has a Masters in Social Work. Great people, great team, great souls.
We are on the lookout for a five to ten acre parcel of land. The idea is to build an orphanage to house 100 girls, a senior citizen center, a Goshala (for cow protection), an NRI center so that volunteers from across the globe can stay and work, a recreation place, computer / library center. There will be regular classes in Yoga, meditation, religious chanting, bhajans. The search for acquiring land has been going on for at least a year. In India, buying land is not easy. We always find out at the last minute that some hidden legal problems exist. There is no concept of Title Insurance.
If you are wondering why I would want to combine senior citizens with orphans, it is to give each an opportunity to show and receive love. The senior citizens will feel a sense of self worth. They will also be involved in gardening, landscaping and all other activities generally denied to them for a variety of reasons. The orphans will receive the most important ingredient in their formative years, love. The orphanage will be unique in many aspects. The girls will have all the comforts which my children had growing up. They can dream big and money will not stop them from getting into the school or college of their choice. NRI children will be transformed as a result of their interaction with our girls and seniors. They can share their talents and knowledge with children who will love and respect them, unconditionally.
Please pray that Ramu Uncle and Poornima are successful soon in acquiring the land we are looking for in and around Jolarpet. We chose Jolarpet because land prices are still affordable. Also, Ramu Uncle lives in Yelagiri, a beautiful hill station, about 3500 feet above sea level, which is a forty five minute car ride from Jolarpet. Jolarpet is half way between Chennai and Bangalore. You have to go through fourteen hair pin bends to get to Yelagiri. Land prices in Yelagiri have shot up through the roof. The going rate in Yelagiri is about Two hundred thousand dollars an acre. In fact, a kind soul from the west coast of the US has agreed to give us two acres of land in Yelagiri. God Bless him. We may use that land to build a senior center and for NRI’s to stay. Let us wait and see how things shape up.
My children know that their dad is engaged in some kind of “Social Work”. Like most of my friends, acquaintances and relatives, they don’t know what exactly I do. They know I am doing something to help people. I have talked to my children about the need for us as a family to help the less fortunate amongst us. We, meaning people who can read this blog, are truly blessed. Knowing that half the world goes to bed hungry is very sobering. That we can walk, talk, see, have a roof over our head, and have food on the table is a great blessing. Having grown up in a third world country like India, I don’t take anything for granted. Everything is a gift from God.
I look around. I look into myself. I see a lot of suffering, a lot of pain. There is a great philosophical debate about “free will”. How much of the suffering that we see or experience is truly a choice we made. That is the will of God. We are helpless. It appears that in certain areas I have it better than some. But suffering is common to all of us. Fortunately, some of that suffering can be alleviated. We can do something. For example, how can elderly people fend for themselves? What can a child do if it is abandoned or both parents are dead? I know that seniors are a neglected lot. Some seniors are neglected because their children are abroad. In some situations seniors want their independence and in some cases neglect is due to economic reasons. I have met and I know many such people.
I was involved in charity work in an unorganized manner for a few years prior to meeting His Holiness Jagadguru Sri Jayendra Saraswati the Sankaracharya of Kanchi Kamakoti Peetham in 1989. Being a Sanyasi and a Peetadhipathi, his idea of helping people by going to their communities is absolutely revolutionary. Starting schools, colleges, hospitals are all his ideas. At his behest I, along with a few others, formed the Kanchi Kamakoti Seva Foundation (KKSF) and obtained a Sec. 501 (C) (3) tax exempt status. Later in 2000, I was involved in the formation of AIM for Seva, an innovative idea in education, particularly for tribal people and residents of remote villages, started by Pujya Swami Dayananda Saraswati. I would never have the opportunity to meet some amazing people or see the “other” side of some people, but for my charity work. These people have influenced my thinking a lot. Also, my two daughters, who are idealists and would like to help the whole world, have always shown their concern for the downtrodden.
I have visited orphanages, senior citizens homes, school for autistic children, Veda patasalas, schools and hospitals. There is a crying need for us to do something. Presently, all my charity work in India is done through SODEWS. Helping me in this matter is Ramu Uncle. He heads SODEWS, which does remarkable work in Tamilnadu and has taken under its wing a school in Uttarakhand. Poornima assists Ramu Uncle in his work. Poornima has a Masters in Social Work. Great people, great team, great souls.
We are on the lookout for a five to ten acre parcel of land. The idea is to build an orphanage to house 100 girls, a senior citizen center, a Goshala (for cow protection), an NRI center so that volunteers from across the globe can stay and work, a recreation place, computer / library center. There will be regular classes in Yoga, meditation, religious chanting, bhajans. The search for acquiring land has been going on for at least a year. In India, buying land is not easy. We always find out at the last minute that some hidden legal problems exist. There is no concept of Title Insurance.
If you are wondering why I would want to combine senior citizens with orphans, it is to give each an opportunity to show and receive love. The senior citizens will feel a sense of self worth. They will also be involved in gardening, landscaping and all other activities generally denied to them for a variety of reasons. The orphans will receive the most important ingredient in their formative years, love. The orphanage will be unique in many aspects. The girls will have all the comforts which my children had growing up. They can dream big and money will not stop them from getting into the school or college of their choice. NRI children will be transformed as a result of their interaction with our girls and seniors. They can share their talents and knowledge with children who will love and respect them, unconditionally.
Please pray that Ramu Uncle and Poornima are successful soon in acquiring the land we are looking for in and around Jolarpet. We chose Jolarpet because land prices are still affordable. Also, Ramu Uncle lives in Yelagiri, a beautiful hill station, about 3500 feet above sea level, which is a forty five minute car ride from Jolarpet. Jolarpet is half way between Chennai and Bangalore. You have to go through fourteen hair pin bends to get to Yelagiri. Land prices in Yelagiri have shot up through the roof. The going rate in Yelagiri is about Two hundred thousand dollars an acre. In fact, a kind soul from the west coast of the US has agreed to give us two acres of land in Yelagiri. God Bless him. We may use that land to build a senior center and for NRI’s to stay. Let us wait and see how things shape up.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Education and its impact
Education and its impact
All names, except Ramu Uncle's have been changed to protect the identity of my friends.
All my social work in India is done through my cousin, Ramu Uncle. His real name is K .S.Ramamurthy . He is 78 years old and has very progressive ideas on everything. His father was a Freedom Fighter and Gandhian. There were many days, may be years when the family has struggled with poverty. Going to bed hungry was not something Ramu Uncle has not experienced. Even today, he is proud to talk about it. He is humble. I like that. That is the atmosphere Ramu uncle grew up in. Ramu Uncle went to college at night, worked for the US Embassy in India, and later for the Government of Botswana as Deputy Post Master General. He returned to India to work with the less fortunate people. He did not just preach about the need for equality, but practiced it at his own home. Two side notes: One, Ramu Uncle’s younger brother, Cheenu, is married to my younger sister, Bhanu. I know Ramu Uncle, from about my age twelve, well before Cheenu married my sister. It is in the home of Cheenu and Bhanu that I met the people I am talking about. Second, Ramu Uncle and his wife Malathi have no children.
When the cleaning lady / cook (Chandra) used to come to Ramu Uncle's home to start her work day, he would insist that she eat first. This was generally not done in the India of forty years ago. I guess, in some homes even today. India is a very status conscious country.
Chandra’s husband (Sarathi) was a driver for a retired educationist, living right across the street from Ramu Uncle's home. Ramu Uncle drilled it into Chandra and Sarathi that their only son, (Ganesh) should go to college, get a degree, and work for a “big company”, just as he expects his nieces and nephews to do. Radical thinking for sure.
Education is not cheap. Given India’s population and the severe competition for college seats, and the proliferation of “for profit” colleges, the “donation” to get a seat in engineering school can be sizable. Given the limited income of the parents, Ganesh could not have imagined his parents paying for "donation", tuition, books etc. every year.
The prohibitive cost of education in India did not stop Ramu Uncle with going forward with his idea of educating Ganesh. When the time came, Ganesh should go to college. Period. He collected funds from his friends and admirers and helped put Ganesh thro college.
Fast forward four years.
Ganesh has a four year degree in computer sciences. Armed with that degree, he got a job offer from one of India’s top software companies. As I write this, Ganesh works in London, is a project manager and manages a fifteen member team. That is the power of education. He has already bought an apartment for his parents to stay in, a car and the “need” for his parents to work is greatly reduced. All because of the four year college degree Ganesh got, thanks to the “out of the box” thinking of Ramu Uncle.
Ganesh has since married, another software professional, also working for a major Indian Software company and they are expecting their first child soon.
God bless Ramu Uncle, Chandra, Sarathi and Ganesh. And the new bride and the child to come. My best wishes to all of them.
All names, except Ramu Uncle's have been changed to protect the identity of my friends.
All my social work in India is done through my cousin, Ramu Uncle. His real name is K .S.Ramamurthy . He is 78 years old and has very progressive ideas on everything. His father was a Freedom Fighter and Gandhian. There were many days, may be years when the family has struggled with poverty. Going to bed hungry was not something Ramu Uncle has not experienced. Even today, he is proud to talk about it. He is humble. I like that. That is the atmosphere Ramu uncle grew up in. Ramu Uncle went to college at night, worked for the US Embassy in India, and later for the Government of Botswana as Deputy Post Master General. He returned to India to work with the less fortunate people. He did not just preach about the need for equality, but practiced it at his own home. Two side notes: One, Ramu Uncle’s younger brother, Cheenu, is married to my younger sister, Bhanu. I know Ramu Uncle, from about my age twelve, well before Cheenu married my sister. It is in the home of Cheenu and Bhanu that I met the people I am talking about. Second, Ramu Uncle and his wife Malathi have no children.
When the cleaning lady / cook (Chandra) used to come to Ramu Uncle's home to start her work day, he would insist that she eat first. This was generally not done in the India of forty years ago. I guess, in some homes even today. India is a very status conscious country.
Chandra’s husband (Sarathi) was a driver for a retired educationist, living right across the street from Ramu Uncle's home. Ramu Uncle drilled it into Chandra and Sarathi that their only son, (Ganesh) should go to college, get a degree, and work for a “big company”, just as he expects his nieces and nephews to do. Radical thinking for sure.
Education is not cheap. Given India’s population and the severe competition for college seats, and the proliferation of “for profit” colleges, the “donation” to get a seat in engineering school can be sizable. Given the limited income of the parents, Ganesh could not have imagined his parents paying for "donation", tuition, books etc. every year.
The prohibitive cost of education in India did not stop Ramu Uncle with going forward with his idea of educating Ganesh. When the time came, Ganesh should go to college. Period. He collected funds from his friends and admirers and helped put Ganesh thro college.
Fast forward four years.
Ganesh has a four year degree in computer sciences. Armed with that degree, he got a job offer from one of India’s top software companies. As I write this, Ganesh works in London, is a project manager and manages a fifteen member team. That is the power of education. He has already bought an apartment for his parents to stay in, a car and the “need” for his parents to work is greatly reduced. All because of the four year college degree Ganesh got, thanks to the “out of the box” thinking of Ramu Uncle.
Ganesh has since married, another software professional, also working for a major Indian Software company and they are expecting their first child soon.
God bless Ramu Uncle, Chandra, Sarathi and Ganesh. And the new bride and the child to come. My best wishes to all of them.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Books to Read and Movies to See
Indian Books and Movies
When I was on holiday this summer, I had my laptop with me and also had an internet connection, thanks to an Airtel “Dongel”. I was able to find out which are the best seller books and get information on various language movies, released in the past few years. Armed with this knowledge, my shopping for books and DVD’s was much focused. I recommend the following books for you to read and (please make the time) to relax. I know we are all busy but if we get our priorities right and treat ourselves, not a confused view of what is expected of us, we can make time to relax and enjoy these little pleasures.
1. Sadhguru – A biography about Jaggi Vasudev. Fascinating book to read. It is good to know that there are still such people around. The cover flap sold me. I always like to know more about such “off beat” people and also as to why so many young, smart, well educated people are his students and disciples. Here is the flap of the book.
“The thirst to be boundless is not created by you; it is just life longing for itself. This is the extraordinary story of Sadhguru a young agnostic who turned yogi, a wild motorcyclist who turned mystic, a skeptic who turned spiritual guide. The book seeks to re-create the life journey of a man who combines rationality with mysticism, irreverence with compassion, ancient wisdom with a provocatively contemporary outlook and a deep knowledge of the self with a contagious love of life. Sadhguru is equally at home in a satsangh in rural Tamil Nadu as at the World Economic Forum in Davos. In his early years, Jaggi Vasudev (or Sadhguru as he is now known) was a chronic truant, a boisterous prankster, and later a lover of motorbikes and fast cars. It is evident that the same urgency, passion and vitality echo in his spiritual pursuits to this day, from his creation of the historic Dhyanalinga the mission of three lifetimes to his approach as a guru. In Sadhguru’s view, faith and reason, spirituality and science, the sacred and the material, cannot be divided into easy binaries. He sees people as spiritual beings dabbling with the material rather than the reverse, and liberation as the fundamental longing in every form of life. Truth for him is a living experience instead of a destination, a conclusion, or a matter of metaphysical speculation. Drawing upon extended conversations with Sadhguru, interviews with Isha colleagues and fellow meditators, poet Arundhathi Subramaniam presents an evocative portrait of a contemporary mystic and guru a man who seems to pack the intensity and adventure of several lifetimes into a single one”.
2. Chanakya’s Chant: Fascinating book. The story goes back and forth from today’s political scene to 2300 years ago. Nothing has changed. Chanakya was a smart man. My friend Poornima Athreya recommended the book and I got it in Hyderabad. The flap says it all.
“The year is 340 BC. A hunted, haunted Brahmin youth vows revenge for the gruesome murder of his beloved father. Cold, cunning, calculating, cruel and armed with a complete absence of accepted morals, he becomes the most powerful political strategist in Bharat and succeeds in uniting a ragged country against the invasion of the army of that demigod, Alexander the Great.
Pitting the weak edges of both forces against each other, he pulls off a wicked and astonishing victory and succeeds in installing Chandragupta on the throne of the mighty Mauryan Empire. History knows him as the brilliant strategist Chanakya.
But history, which exults in repeating itself, revives Chanakya two and a half millennia later, in the avatar of Gangasagar Mishra, a Brahmin teacher in small-town India who becomes puppeteer to a host of ambitious individuals--including a certain slum child who grows up into a beautiful and powerful woman.
Modern India happens to be just as riven ( what is this ?) as ancient Bharat by class hatred, corruption and divisive politics and this landscape is Gangasagar's feasting ground. Can this wily pandit--who preys on greed, venality and sexual deviance--bring about another miracle of a united India?”
The Other Side of Belief – Interpreting U G Krishnamurthi. Great but very heavy reading. UGK was 27 years younger than the more famous Krishnamurthi, Jiddu that is. UGK was a disciple of JK but later questioned many of the more famous observations of JK. Lots of interesting exchanges between JK and UGK. If you are a student and admirer of JK, you may not like some of the things said in this book.
Movies: I saw some great movies on my laptop with my headphones on.
1. Welcome to Sajjanpur- Hindi – A movie by Shyam Benegal. One of the cutest movies I have seen in a long time. An absolutely must see movie.
2. Jab We Met – Hindi – At thirty two years of age, if I saw this movie, my first reaction would have been “do such people really exist in this world”. As a 62 year old, I have a different take – I have met such people. I know such people. Beautiful movie. See it.
3. Metro- Hindi – Sad, but true depiction of life in a big city.
4. Strangers – Hindi - Scary – good move.
5. Atma Katha - Malayalam – I cried so much- more so after I met Ajay Prakash Dhanak – see my blog about him. Great movie. In fact, Bengali and Malayalam movies are the best.
6. Chupke Chupke – Hindi – For old times’ sake I saw this nearly 40 year old movie with Dharmendra, Sharmila Tagore, Amithabh and Jaya Bahaduri. Good, clean comedy. If you have not seen it, just see it.
When I was on holiday this summer, I had my laptop with me and also had an internet connection, thanks to an Airtel “Dongel”. I was able to find out which are the best seller books and get information on various language movies, released in the past few years. Armed with this knowledge, my shopping for books and DVD’s was much focused. I recommend the following books for you to read and (please make the time) to relax. I know we are all busy but if we get our priorities right and treat ourselves, not a confused view of what is expected of us, we can make time to relax and enjoy these little pleasures.
1. Sadhguru – A biography about Jaggi Vasudev. Fascinating book to read. It is good to know that there are still such people around. The cover flap sold me. I always like to know more about such “off beat” people and also as to why so many young, smart, well educated people are his students and disciples. Here is the flap of the book.
“The thirst to be boundless is not created by you; it is just life longing for itself. This is the extraordinary story of Sadhguru a young agnostic who turned yogi, a wild motorcyclist who turned mystic, a skeptic who turned spiritual guide. The book seeks to re-create the life journey of a man who combines rationality with mysticism, irreverence with compassion, ancient wisdom with a provocatively contemporary outlook and a deep knowledge of the self with a contagious love of life. Sadhguru is equally at home in a satsangh in rural Tamil Nadu as at the World Economic Forum in Davos. In his early years, Jaggi Vasudev (or Sadhguru as he is now known) was a chronic truant, a boisterous prankster, and later a lover of motorbikes and fast cars. It is evident that the same urgency, passion and vitality echo in his spiritual pursuits to this day, from his creation of the historic Dhyanalinga the mission of three lifetimes to his approach as a guru. In Sadhguru’s view, faith and reason, spirituality and science, the sacred and the material, cannot be divided into easy binaries. He sees people as spiritual beings dabbling with the material rather than the reverse, and liberation as the fundamental longing in every form of life. Truth for him is a living experience instead of a destination, a conclusion, or a matter of metaphysical speculation. Drawing upon extended conversations with Sadhguru, interviews with Isha colleagues and fellow meditators, poet Arundhathi Subramaniam presents an evocative portrait of a contemporary mystic and guru a man who seems to pack the intensity and adventure of several lifetimes into a single one”.
2. Chanakya’s Chant: Fascinating book. The story goes back and forth from today’s political scene to 2300 years ago. Nothing has changed. Chanakya was a smart man. My friend Poornima Athreya recommended the book and I got it in Hyderabad. The flap says it all.
“The year is 340 BC. A hunted, haunted Brahmin youth vows revenge for the gruesome murder of his beloved father. Cold, cunning, calculating, cruel and armed with a complete absence of accepted morals, he becomes the most powerful political strategist in Bharat and succeeds in uniting a ragged country against the invasion of the army of that demigod, Alexander the Great.
Pitting the weak edges of both forces against each other, he pulls off a wicked and astonishing victory and succeeds in installing Chandragupta on the throne of the mighty Mauryan Empire. History knows him as the brilliant strategist Chanakya.
But history, which exults in repeating itself, revives Chanakya two and a half millennia later, in the avatar of Gangasagar Mishra, a Brahmin teacher in small-town India who becomes puppeteer to a host of ambitious individuals--including a certain slum child who grows up into a beautiful and powerful woman.
Modern India happens to be just as riven ( what is this ?) as ancient Bharat by class hatred, corruption and divisive politics and this landscape is Gangasagar's feasting ground. Can this wily pandit--who preys on greed, venality and sexual deviance--bring about another miracle of a united India?”
The Other Side of Belief – Interpreting U G Krishnamurthi. Great but very heavy reading. UGK was 27 years younger than the more famous Krishnamurthi, Jiddu that is. UGK was a disciple of JK but later questioned many of the more famous observations of JK. Lots of interesting exchanges between JK and UGK. If you are a student and admirer of JK, you may not like some of the things said in this book.
Movies: I saw some great movies on my laptop with my headphones on.
1. Welcome to Sajjanpur- Hindi – A movie by Shyam Benegal. One of the cutest movies I have seen in a long time. An absolutely must see movie.
2. Jab We Met – Hindi – At thirty two years of age, if I saw this movie, my first reaction would have been “do such people really exist in this world”. As a 62 year old, I have a different take – I have met such people. I know such people. Beautiful movie. See it.
3. Metro- Hindi – Sad, but true depiction of life in a big city.
4. Strangers – Hindi - Scary – good move.
5. Atma Katha - Malayalam – I cried so much- more so after I met Ajay Prakash Dhanak – see my blog about him. Great movie. In fact, Bengali and Malayalam movies are the best.
6. Chupke Chupke – Hindi – For old times’ sake I saw this nearly 40 year old movie with Dharmendra, Sharmila Tagore, Amithabh and Jaya Bahaduri. Good, clean comedy. If you have not seen it, just see it.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
My Astrologer
My astrologer
From a very young age I have been fascinated with the science of astrology. I use the word science very deliberately. At every opportunity I would consult an astrologer to peer into the future. What is in store for me, my wife, my family, and my children? Even on this trip to India (between July and August 2011), I had the horoscopes of the Kumar family. Though I am choosy as to whom I show my family horoscopes to, I was on the lookout for a “one on one” with an astrologer but to no avail. I don’t think my father ever consulted an astrologer. My mother has always discouraged from seeing an astrologer. I have no idea where I get this trait from.
Our family astrologer, Sri Agni Sharma passed away a few years ago. His predictions were so good that if I start talking about them now, it would be hard to believe. That’s OK. By a strange set of circumstances, I was introduced to and met my present astrologer, Sri Jagannatha Swami. Sri Swami is based in Coimbatore, Tamilnadu. He holds a PhD in astrology. Fortunately for me, he is internet savvy and understands my needs. He is very well versed in English.
As a service to my friends, I introduce Sri Swami to anyone who wants to consult with him. Strict confidentiality is maintained and I bow out as soon as I send the first e mail. I am pleased that many of our folks, both here and in India have contacted him. Before you jump to any conclusions about this, just look around you and examine your own life. I have had my share of ups and downs. If I am going thru a rough patch, I like to know how long this will last. I can’t say what role astrology played in my life. But this much I know: The late Agni Sharma was always on target and told me how long any phase would last. For example, if someone is going thru Sade Saath sani, or Ashtamatthil Sani, they would wish they were spared of the troubles they are enduring. I don’t know of a single person (except Kanchi Paramachrya, who is no different from Lord Rama or Bhagavan Sri Krishna) who has not had his share of misery in his journey of life.
About a decade ago, I met a friend of mine in Hyderabad, who quit his job as a software engineer and is engaged in fulltime research on Indian Astrology. According to him, Indian astrology is based on statistics. The way he explained Indian Astrology to me, it made absolute sense. While it was great to hear that from my very rational friend, I was always hooked on astrology.
At my age, I don’t ask too much about my life. I know I am not going to become a race car driver or the President of IBM or a Hindi movie star or a “Bada Vakil”. I want to know about my children.
From a very young age I have been fascinated with the science of astrology. I use the word science very deliberately. At every opportunity I would consult an astrologer to peer into the future. What is in store for me, my wife, my family, and my children? Even on this trip to India (between July and August 2011), I had the horoscopes of the Kumar family. Though I am choosy as to whom I show my family horoscopes to, I was on the lookout for a “one on one” with an astrologer but to no avail. I don’t think my father ever consulted an astrologer. My mother has always discouraged from seeing an astrologer. I have no idea where I get this trait from.
Our family astrologer, Sri Agni Sharma passed away a few years ago. His predictions were so good that if I start talking about them now, it would be hard to believe. That’s OK. By a strange set of circumstances, I was introduced to and met my present astrologer, Sri Jagannatha Swami. Sri Swami is based in Coimbatore, Tamilnadu. He holds a PhD in astrology. Fortunately for me, he is internet savvy and understands my needs. He is very well versed in English.
As a service to my friends, I introduce Sri Swami to anyone who wants to consult with him. Strict confidentiality is maintained and I bow out as soon as I send the first e mail. I am pleased that many of our folks, both here and in India have contacted him. Before you jump to any conclusions about this, just look around you and examine your own life. I have had my share of ups and downs. If I am going thru a rough patch, I like to know how long this will last. I can’t say what role astrology played in my life. But this much I know: The late Agni Sharma was always on target and told me how long any phase would last. For example, if someone is going thru Sade Saath sani, or Ashtamatthil Sani, they would wish they were spared of the troubles they are enduring. I don’t know of a single person (except Kanchi Paramachrya, who is no different from Lord Rama or Bhagavan Sri Krishna) who has not had his share of misery in his journey of life.
About a decade ago, I met a friend of mine in Hyderabad, who quit his job as a software engineer and is engaged in fulltime research on Indian Astrology. According to him, Indian astrology is based on statistics. The way he explained Indian Astrology to me, it made absolute sense. While it was great to hear that from my very rational friend, I was always hooked on astrology.
At my age, I don’t ask too much about my life. I know I am not going to become a race car driver or the President of IBM or a Hindi movie star or a “Bada Vakil”. I want to know about my children.
Dr S R S Varadhan
Dr Varadhan is one of the founders of Kanchi Kamakoti Seva Foundation. He is "Saraswathi" incarnate. I have never met a humbler person than him. Below is the article you will find on NYU's website. (There is no Nobel prize for mathematics. The Abel is the "Nobel" for mathematics.
September 27, 2011
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S.R. Srinivasa Varadhan, a professor at New York University’s Courant Institute of Mathematical Sciences, was today named a recipient of the National Medal of Science, the highest honor bestowed by the United States government on scientists and engineers. Varadhan and the six other recipients of this year’s National Medal of Science will receive their awards at a White House ceremony later this year.
Varadhan, who has been recognized for his crucial work on probability theory, is the Frank Jay Gould Professor of Science and professor of mathematics at NYU’s Courant Institute of Mathematical Sciences. His scholarship has centered on the theory of large deviations—the probability of rare events. Varadhan’s contributions have provided a method for understanding a range of phenomena and his work has been employed in a variety of fields, including finance, traffic engineering, and biology.
In 2007, Varadhan was awarded the Abel Prize in Mathematics by the Norwegian Academy of Science and Letters for “his fundamental contributions to probability theory,” which the Academy characterized as “hugely influential” and lauded for its “great conceptual strength and ageless beauty.” Varadhan is one of three Courant mathematicians to win the Abel Prize, which many consider to be the “Nobel Prize of Mathematics.” Professor Peter Lax was selected in 2005 and Professor Mikhail Leonidovich Gromov won in 2009.
Varadhan—a member of the National Academy of Sciences, the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, the Royal Society and the Third World Academy of Sciences—has been the recipient of other awards and honors, including the Birkhoff Prize (1994), the Margaret and Herman Sokol Award of NYU’s Faculty of Arts and Science (1995), and the American Mathematical Society’s Leroy Steele Prize (1996), an Alfred P. Sloan Fellowship, and a Guggenheim Fellowship. He is a fellow of the Institute of Mathematical Statistics and the Indian Academy of Sciences.
Varadhan received his B.Sc. honors degree and M.A. from Madras University, and his Ph.D. from the Indian Statistical Institute in Calcutta. He first came to Courant as a post-doctoral fellow in 1963 and has spent his entire professional life there, serving two terms as its director (1980-1984 and 1992-94).
The National Medal of Science was created by statute in 1959 and is administered for the White House by the National Science Foundation. Awarded annually, the Medal recognizes individuals who have made outstanding contributions to science and engineering. Nominees are selected by a committee of Presidential appointees based on their extraordinary knowledge in, and contributions to, the biological, behavioral/social, and physical sciences, as well as chemistry, engineering, computing, and mathematics.
September 27, 2011
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S.R. Srinivasa Varadhan, a professor at New York University’s Courant Institute of Mathematical Sciences, was today named a recipient of the National Medal of Science, the highest honor bestowed by the United States government on scientists and engineers. Varadhan and the six other recipients of this year’s National Medal of Science will receive their awards at a White House ceremony later this year.
Varadhan, who has been recognized for his crucial work on probability theory, is the Frank Jay Gould Professor of Science and professor of mathematics at NYU’s Courant Institute of Mathematical Sciences. His scholarship has centered on the theory of large deviations—the probability of rare events. Varadhan’s contributions have provided a method for understanding a range of phenomena and his work has been employed in a variety of fields, including finance, traffic engineering, and biology.
In 2007, Varadhan was awarded the Abel Prize in Mathematics by the Norwegian Academy of Science and Letters for “his fundamental contributions to probability theory,” which the Academy characterized as “hugely influential” and lauded for its “great conceptual strength and ageless beauty.” Varadhan is one of three Courant mathematicians to win the Abel Prize, which many consider to be the “Nobel Prize of Mathematics.” Professor Peter Lax was selected in 2005 and Professor Mikhail Leonidovich Gromov won in 2009.
Varadhan—a member of the National Academy of Sciences, the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, the Royal Society and the Third World Academy of Sciences—has been the recipient of other awards and honors, including the Birkhoff Prize (1994), the Margaret and Herman Sokol Award of NYU’s Faculty of Arts and Science (1995), and the American Mathematical Society’s Leroy Steele Prize (1996), an Alfred P. Sloan Fellowship, and a Guggenheim Fellowship. He is a fellow of the Institute of Mathematical Statistics and the Indian Academy of Sciences.
Varadhan received his B.Sc. honors degree and M.A. from Madras University, and his Ph.D. from the Indian Statistical Institute in Calcutta. He first came to Courant as a post-doctoral fellow in 1963 and has spent his entire professional life there, serving two terms as its director (1980-1984 and 1992-94).
The National Medal of Science was created by statute in 1959 and is administered for the White House by the National Science Foundation. Awarded annually, the Medal recognizes individuals who have made outstanding contributions to science and engineering. Nominees are selected by a committee of Presidential appointees based on their extraordinary knowledge in, and contributions to, the biological, behavioral/social, and physical sciences, as well as chemistry, engineering, computing, and mathematics.
Ramu Uncle
Ramu Uncle
Many of you have heard me speak about my social work in India. I have often mentioned that all my work is done through my “cousin”, Ramu Uncle. Well, he is not my cousin. He is a relative of mine. (His younger brother, K S Srinivasan (Cheenu) is married to my younger sister, Bhanu.) Ramu Uncle is a friend of mine. A role model of mine. I know Ramu Uncle from 1960, when I was just a twelve year old boy. His brother married my sister much later.
K S Ramamurthy (Ramu Uncle) is seventy eight years old and comes from a family of Gandhians. He is a social worker, extraordinaire. Having worked in New Delhi in USAID (part of the US Government), in Zambia and then in Botswana as Post Master General, he returned to India at the young age of fifty two.
This summer when I was in India for two months I spent almost three weeks staying with Ramu Uncle in Yelagiri, a forty five minute car ride from Jolarpet Railway station. Jolarpet is half way between Chennai and Bangalore.
Ramu Uncle was telling me many incidents about his life. I suggested to him that he should write his own blogs and let the world see it. There have been days when, as a young boy, he has gone to bed hungry. How he overcame the most difficult economic conditions and adopted the communist manifesto is fascinating. He is one of the most secular people I have met. He is a Brahmin by birth. He renounced anything based on religion or the caste system as a young man. He does not wear a Poonal and calls himself an Atheist. When I heard that, I looked up the word Atheist. The dictionary defines an Atheist as “a person who does not believe in God or gods”. If you do some more research, you will find that an Atheist is one who does not believe in God as defined by the”organized religions” of the world. In that case, all who call themselves as Advaitins are Atheists. The organized religions go one step further and say that those who do not believe in God as defined by them will go to “hell”. If you take it to its logical conclusion, Ramu Uncle will end up in hell. How is that possible, you may ask? The man has done to more help his fellow human beings than anyone I know personally. A “sinner”, even after committing the worst deeds, has to accept the God of the organized religions and he goes to heaven. If that be true, I would rather not go to such a heaven which will exclude Ramu Uncle.
Ramu Uncle may not go inside a temple and be a fake, but he will be a good host. When he was younger, he drove my whole family to many temples and waited patiently till we finished our darshan. I can go on about Ramu Uncle but I am going to let him speak for himself and I will keep posting more of his story as and when I receive it from him.
Education is his passion. Eradicating the remnants of the abuse of the caste system by ignorant folks. Many of them claim to be “God fearing”. He is the driving force behind the Society for the Development of the Weaker Section (SODEWS.org). I strongly suggest that if any one of you is visiting India, please feel free to go to Yelagiri and see for yourself the extraordinary work being done by SODEWS and their team. Ramu Uncle is ably assisted by Poornima Athreya, an ex – PayPal employee. The work done by SODEWS continues to touch the lives of thousands of the less fortunate amongst us.
What has SODEWS done? Here is my take:
SODEWS presently operates in Vellore District of Tamilnadu. In addition, as a special favor to me, they have taken up “saving” and running a school in Netala, Uttarakhand.
• SODEWS operates 4 (Four) Residential Bridge Schools (RBC). These RBC’s are run with the assistance of the Government of Tamilnadu under the Sarva Shisksha Abhiyan program. The primary goal of these RBC’s is to stop and eradicate child labor.
• Intensive coaching / tuition for children who are not performing as well as their peers in 150 (One hundred and fifty) Government Schools.
• Increasing enrollment of children in Anganwadis by increasing interaction with their families and assist overcome long standing challenges. Anganwadis are pre primary school centers established under the Integrated Child Development Services (ICDS). Good, nutritional food is provided .Interest in and the need for education and information on child care are disseminated.
• Health education and awareness for mothers and adolescent girls
• Impart Computer Literacy / Education in High Schools
• SODEWS has been instrumental in creating “Livelihood Programs” for the poor by setting up Small Industries, the first one of which has been the production of Sanitary Pads. SODEWS provides Technical training, Management Know How and Marketing Techniques.
• Provide strategic and operational support to a school with 120 (One Hundred and twenty) students in Netala, Uttarakhand. This includes periodic visits by Management of SODEWS, introduction of financial controls, generating local financial support, setting of a Parent – Teacher Association.
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Many of you have heard me speak about my social work in India. I have often mentioned that all my work is done through my “cousin”, Ramu Uncle. Well, he is not my cousin. He is a relative of mine. (His younger brother, K S Srinivasan (Cheenu) is married to my younger sister, Bhanu.) Ramu Uncle is a friend of mine. A role model of mine. I know Ramu Uncle from 1960, when I was just a twelve year old boy. His brother married my sister much later.
K S Ramamurthy (Ramu Uncle) is seventy eight years old and comes from a family of Gandhians. He is a social worker, extraordinaire. Having worked in New Delhi in USAID (part of the US Government), in Zambia and then in Botswana as Post Master General, he returned to India at the young age of fifty two.
This summer when I was in India for two months I spent almost three weeks staying with Ramu Uncle in Yelagiri, a forty five minute car ride from Jolarpet Railway station. Jolarpet is half way between Chennai and Bangalore.
Ramu Uncle was telling me many incidents about his life. I suggested to him that he should write his own blogs and let the world see it. There have been days when, as a young boy, he has gone to bed hungry. How he overcame the most difficult economic conditions and adopted the communist manifesto is fascinating. He is one of the most secular people I have met. He is a Brahmin by birth. He renounced anything based on religion or the caste system as a young man. He does not wear a Poonal and calls himself an Atheist. When I heard that, I looked up the word Atheist. The dictionary defines an Atheist as “a person who does not believe in God or gods”. If you do some more research, you will find that an Atheist is one who does not believe in God as defined by the”organized religions” of the world. In that case, all who call themselves as Advaitins are Atheists. The organized religions go one step further and say that those who do not believe in God as defined by them will go to “hell”. If you take it to its logical conclusion, Ramu Uncle will end up in hell. How is that possible, you may ask? The man has done to more help his fellow human beings than anyone I know personally. A “sinner”, even after committing the worst deeds, has to accept the God of the organized religions and he goes to heaven. If that be true, I would rather not go to such a heaven which will exclude Ramu Uncle.
Ramu Uncle may not go inside a temple and be a fake, but he will be a good host. When he was younger, he drove my whole family to many temples and waited patiently till we finished our darshan. I can go on about Ramu Uncle but I am going to let him speak for himself and I will keep posting more of his story as and when I receive it from him.
Education is his passion. Eradicating the remnants of the abuse of the caste system by ignorant folks. Many of them claim to be “God fearing”. He is the driving force behind the Society for the Development of the Weaker Section (SODEWS.org). I strongly suggest that if any one of you is visiting India, please feel free to go to Yelagiri and see for yourself the extraordinary work being done by SODEWS and their team. Ramu Uncle is ably assisted by Poornima Athreya, an ex – PayPal employee. The work done by SODEWS continues to touch the lives of thousands of the less fortunate amongst us.
What has SODEWS done? Here is my take:
SODEWS presently operates in Vellore District of Tamilnadu. In addition, as a special favor to me, they have taken up “saving” and running a school in Netala, Uttarakhand.
• SODEWS operates 4 (Four) Residential Bridge Schools (RBC). These RBC’s are run with the assistance of the Government of Tamilnadu under the Sarva Shisksha Abhiyan program. The primary goal of these RBC’s is to stop and eradicate child labor.
• Intensive coaching / tuition for children who are not performing as well as their peers in 150 (One hundred and fifty) Government Schools.
• Increasing enrollment of children in Anganwadis by increasing interaction with their families and assist overcome long standing challenges. Anganwadis are pre primary school centers established under the Integrated Child Development Services (ICDS). Good, nutritional food is provided .Interest in and the need for education and information on child care are disseminated.
• Health education and awareness for mothers and adolescent girls
• Impart Computer Literacy / Education in High Schools
• SODEWS has been instrumental in creating “Livelihood Programs” for the poor by setting up Small Industries, the first one of which has been the production of Sanitary Pads. SODEWS provides Technical training, Management Know How and Marketing Techniques.
• Provide strategic and operational support to a school with 120 (One Hundred and twenty) students in Netala, Uttarakhand. This includes periodic visits by Management of SODEWS, introduction of financial controls, generating local financial support, setting of a Parent – Teacher Association.
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011
A Life Well Spent
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
A Life well spent.
Camp: Yelagiri, Tamilnadu
I was expecting to meet my friend, V. Satyanarayanan (Satya) , at Yelagiri on Thursday, August 4th, 2011 and spend a few days with him. In addition to seeing his mother in Tirupattur, about ten Kilometers away, he was to discuss our charitable work. Instead, he called from Chennai to tell us that he has postponed his trip by a day.
Satya came to Yelagiri on Friday August, 5th. The reason he did not come on Wednesday was that his mother, who is eighty five years old, told him that she was busy and can’t meet with him on the day suggested by Satya. The minute I heard that his eighty five year old mother was so busy that she could not meet with her son, I said to him I have to meet her. I like the fact that she has a life, a busy life at that. Not your typical, counting the days, mami.
So, on Friday we were off to see this eighty five year old lady. She is independent, lives by herself, has a very active political and social life. She wears a Kosaam Podavai, the typical south Indian Brahmin style traditional saree.
In the State of Tamilnadu, anti Brahmin rhetoric is the very basis of the rise of many a political party for over fifty years. The fact that a lady who has by her dress code made no secret of her caste and rose to become a city councillor, for twenty three years, is no small feat. When we reached her home, there were three people discussing their problems. I am sure they were seeking her help in navigating the bureaucracy.
She is well known to all the powers to be in the government machinery. In India, the maxim “who you know is more important than what you know” is very apt.
This sprightly lady has no problem putting her contacts to good use. She was immediately on the phone talking to people to help these folks. I am quite sure that only because she has a great track record of getting things done, people still keep coming to her. Politics and government offices are now dominated by non Brahmins or sometimes even Brahmin haters. It is her zeal to help those in need, regardless of the caste or creed of the person, that comes through. That is why a phone call, a push, a nudge, a plea from her works. Even a die hard anti Brahmin has to heed her call, knowing she has nothing to gain, personally. All she wants is to help her “friends”.
She is very clear what she wants to do with her life. She can teach all a thing or two about priorities. She is not one of those waiting for death. I am convinced that it is her interaction with so many people that keeps her young. She has no time for Alzheimer’s, Dementia and other old age related phenomena generally seen in people of her age.
She inspires me. May the Lord bless her with good health.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
A Life well spent.
Camp: Yelagiri, Tamilnadu
I was expecting to meet my friend, V. Satyanarayanan (Satya) , at Yelagiri on Thursday, August 4th, 2011 and spend a few days with him. In addition to seeing his mother in Tirupattur, about ten Kilometers away, he was to discuss our charitable work. Instead, he called from Chennai to tell us that he has postponed his trip by a day.
Satya came to Yelagiri on Friday August, 5th. The reason he did not come on Wednesday was that his mother, who is eighty five years old, told him that she was busy and can’t meet with him on the day suggested by Satya. The minute I heard that his eighty five year old mother was so busy that she could not meet with her son, I said to him I have to meet her. I like the fact that she has a life, a busy life at that. Not your typical, counting the days, mami.
So, on Friday we were off to see this eighty five year old lady. She is independent, lives by herself, has a very active political and social life. She wears a Kosaam Podavai, the typical south Indian Brahmin style traditional saree.
In the State of Tamilnadu, anti Brahmin rhetoric is the very basis of the rise of many a political party for over fifty years. The fact that a lady who has by her dress code made no secret of her caste and rose to become a city councillor, for twenty three years, is no small feat. When we reached her home, there were three people discussing their problems. I am sure they were seeking her help in navigating the bureaucracy.
She is well known to all the powers to be in the government machinery. In India, the maxim “who you know is more important than what you know” is very apt.
This sprightly lady has no problem putting her contacts to good use. She was immediately on the phone talking to people to help these folks. I am quite sure that only because she has a great track record of getting things done, people still keep coming to her. Politics and government offices are now dominated by non Brahmins or sometimes even Brahmin haters. It is her zeal to help those in need, regardless of the caste or creed of the person, that comes through. That is why a phone call, a push, a nudge, a plea from her works. Even a die hard anti Brahmin has to heed her call, knowing she has nothing to gain, personally. All she wants is to help her “friends”.
She is very clear what she wants to do with her life. She can teach all a thing or two about priorities. She is not one of those waiting for death. I am convinced that it is her interaction with so many people that keeps her young. She has no time for Alzheimer’s, Dementia and other old age related phenomena generally seen in people of her age.
She inspires me. May the Lord bless her with good health.
Use your connections
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good and some not so good.
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
The Power of Networking and a side story.
My cousin T.A Sridhar (Chinnappa), called me on Thursday, August 18th , 2011 at 9.00 p.m. He sought my help in a challenge that he had.
His daughter was getting married on Friday, September 2nd, 2011. His (late) brother’s son, Vasu, who lives in New Jersey had already arrived in Bangalore for the wedding. Vasu’s wife, Meena, is a citizen of Sri Lanka and carries a Sri Lankan passport. She was not getting an Indian visa and may therefore not be able to attend the wedding. Can I do something ?
I have no contacts in the Indian Consulate. But, I know people who know people in the Consulate.
I told him to get in touch with my friend, Ramesh Ramanathan, in New York. An engineer by profession, Ramesh works for the State of New York. But I know he has excellent contacts in the Indian Consulate in New York. I remember taking his help in some prior situation.
I have no idea what transpired next. Remember, I am on vacation. Relaxing. Doing nothing. Silence is the theme.
I got a phone call from Chinnappa on Friday, August 26th at 10.00 a.m. He told me Meena was in Bangalore and thanked me for all the help. What help ? It is all Bhagawan’s grace. The hero in this whole drama is Ramesh Ramanathan. I call him the silent hero. The Power of Networking at its best.
While narrating this story to, (I guess) a true Indian,not an NRI, I was trying to make a case for the power of networking. Instead, the moral of the story, I was told by this true Indian was that Indians are a very helpful lot and it is in their nature to help.
You are free to draw your own conclusions.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good and some not so good.
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
The Power of Networking and a side story.
My cousin T.A Sridhar (Chinnappa), called me on Thursday, August 18th , 2011 at 9.00 p.m. He sought my help in a challenge that he had.
His daughter was getting married on Friday, September 2nd, 2011. His (late) brother’s son, Vasu, who lives in New Jersey had already arrived in Bangalore for the wedding. Vasu’s wife, Meena, is a citizen of Sri Lanka and carries a Sri Lankan passport. She was not getting an Indian visa and may therefore not be able to attend the wedding. Can I do something ?
I have no contacts in the Indian Consulate. But, I know people who know people in the Consulate.
I told him to get in touch with my friend, Ramesh Ramanathan, in New York. An engineer by profession, Ramesh works for the State of New York. But I know he has excellent contacts in the Indian Consulate in New York. I remember taking his help in some prior situation.
I have no idea what transpired next. Remember, I am on vacation. Relaxing. Doing nothing. Silence is the theme.
I got a phone call from Chinnappa on Friday, August 26th at 10.00 a.m. He told me Meena was in Bangalore and thanked me for all the help. What help ? It is all Bhagawan’s grace. The hero in this whole drama is Ramesh Ramanathan. I call him the silent hero. The Power of Networking at its best.
While narrating this story to, (I guess) a true Indian,not an NRI, I was trying to make a case for the power of networking. Instead, the moral of the story, I was told by this true Indian was that Indians are a very helpful lot and it is in their nature to help.
You are free to draw your own conclusions.
Bhakthi at its best
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Gokulasthami in India
The birth of Lord Krishna is celebrated in many parts of India with prayers, bhajans and dancing. Lord Krishna says in the Bhagavtgita, even if you offer me a leaf, with devotion, I am pleased. I interpret that to mean Bhakthi is more important than the show of scholarship or outward signs of devotion. True Bhakthi comes from the heart
During my stay in my mom’s home in Hyderabad, the watchman in the apartment complex across the street, came and requested my mom, and my two sisters to conduct the bhajans on Gokulashtami day. Immediately my younger sister got on the phone and called every one in the neighborhood and requested them to join her on the evening of August 21st for a bhajan session.
I was so pleased that the attendance was beyond the watchman’s expectation, considering it was raining. It was not one of those functions arranged by well educated people. It was arranged by a watchman. In the social ladder and in the scheme of things ,which influences many a decision, it was definitely not a “I have to be seen” event.
The Bhakthi and fervor of devotion I saw in that watchman and his family and the less educated people in the crowd brought tears to my eyes. If Lord Krishna was going to be present anywhere, that was the place. No doubt in my mind. The watchman’s Bhakthi was evident. The preparations, the love, the devotion and spirit of oneness was appreciated by one and all. Caste played no role.
Unfortunately, with the advent of technologies like the internet and the proliferation of teachers who claim to teach our scriptures, we have many students of Vedanta walking around. I call them pseudo Vedantins. Bhakthi is rarely talked about. They do more harm to Hinduism, their families and themselves. In this atmosphere, you meet a person like the watchman and see true Bhakthi. So beautiful, so refreshing, so unsophisticated. Bhakthi at its best.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Gokulasthami in India
The birth of Lord Krishna is celebrated in many parts of India with prayers, bhajans and dancing. Lord Krishna says in the Bhagavtgita, even if you offer me a leaf, with devotion, I am pleased. I interpret that to mean Bhakthi is more important than the show of scholarship or outward signs of devotion. True Bhakthi comes from the heart
During my stay in my mom’s home in Hyderabad, the watchman in the apartment complex across the street, came and requested my mom, and my two sisters to conduct the bhajans on Gokulashtami day. Immediately my younger sister got on the phone and called every one in the neighborhood and requested them to join her on the evening of August 21st for a bhajan session.
I was so pleased that the attendance was beyond the watchman’s expectation, considering it was raining. It was not one of those functions arranged by well educated people. It was arranged by a watchman. In the social ladder and in the scheme of things ,which influences many a decision, it was definitely not a “I have to be seen” event.
The Bhakthi and fervor of devotion I saw in that watchman and his family and the less educated people in the crowd brought tears to my eyes. If Lord Krishna was going to be present anywhere, that was the place. No doubt in my mind. The watchman’s Bhakthi was evident. The preparations, the love, the devotion and spirit of oneness was appreciated by one and all. Caste played no role.
Unfortunately, with the advent of technologies like the internet and the proliferation of teachers who claim to teach our scriptures, we have many students of Vedanta walking around. I call them pseudo Vedantins. Bhakthi is rarely talked about. They do more harm to Hinduism, their families and themselves. In this atmosphere, you meet a person like the watchman and see true Bhakthi. So beautiful, so refreshing, so unsophisticated. Bhakthi at its best.
The story of a Satya Sai Volunteer
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Living with a Sense of Abundance
Three years ago, I called up my cousin, Chinnappa, younger than me by a few years, and requested to meet with him to know more about why he took the decision he took. A decision most of us only dream of taking. At least fifteen years ago, he decided to quit the rat race of chasing the almighty Dollar/ Rupee and instead become a full time, unpaid volunteer. It should be noted that Chinnappa , his wife and daughters are all devotees of Satya Sai Baba.
T A Sridhar (Chinnappa) is a volunteer in the truest sense of the word.
He is married, and has two daughters. His older daughter is married and the younger one is getting married on September 2, 2011.
Now, about 60 years old, he volunteers his services at the Satya Sai Hospital in Whitefield, Bangalore. Though a software engineer by training, he coordinates communication between patients and doctors at the hospital.
In response to one of my questions, he said “ I am the happiest person in the world”. Coming from a Samsari, with his share of challenges in life, it is a truly profound statement. That is why as a serious student of Vedanta, I salute him.
During a conversation I had with him last week, I mentioned his great “sacrifice” in the service of the less fortunate amongst us. Immediately he corrected me. “Shanti, the minute I think I have made a sacrifice, my ego has come into play. There is no sacrifice. It is all Bhagawan’s doing”. Chinnappa is a true, practicing Vedantin.
When it comes to money matters, either you operate from a sense of scarcity or a sense of abundance. The amount of wealth one owns has no bearing on how you operate. Chinnappa operates from a sense of abundance. I have no idea what his savings were when he decided to get off the rat race or how he plans to meet the expenses of his daughter’s wedding. He operates from a sense of abundance. Mankind is fortunate. The sick and the needy are fortunate to have a person like Chinnappa championing their cause.
Long live Chinnappa.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Living with a Sense of Abundance
Three years ago, I called up my cousin, Chinnappa, younger than me by a few years, and requested to meet with him to know more about why he took the decision he took. A decision most of us only dream of taking. At least fifteen years ago, he decided to quit the rat race of chasing the almighty Dollar/ Rupee and instead become a full time, unpaid volunteer. It should be noted that Chinnappa , his wife and daughters are all devotees of Satya Sai Baba.
T A Sridhar (Chinnappa) is a volunteer in the truest sense of the word.
He is married, and has two daughters. His older daughter is married and the younger one is getting married on September 2, 2011.
Now, about 60 years old, he volunteers his services at the Satya Sai Hospital in Whitefield, Bangalore. Though a software engineer by training, he coordinates communication between patients and doctors at the hospital.
In response to one of my questions, he said “ I am the happiest person in the world”. Coming from a Samsari, with his share of challenges in life, it is a truly profound statement. That is why as a serious student of Vedanta, I salute him.
During a conversation I had with him last week, I mentioned his great “sacrifice” in the service of the less fortunate amongst us. Immediately he corrected me. “Shanti, the minute I think I have made a sacrifice, my ego has come into play. There is no sacrifice. It is all Bhagawan’s doing”. Chinnappa is a true, practicing Vedantin.
When it comes to money matters, either you operate from a sense of scarcity or a sense of abundance. The amount of wealth one owns has no bearing on how you operate. Chinnappa operates from a sense of abundance. I have no idea what his savings were when he decided to get off the rat race or how he plans to meet the expenses of his daughter’s wedding. He operates from a sense of abundance. Mankind is fortunate. The sick and the needy are fortunate to have a person like Chinnappa championing their cause.
Long live Chinnappa.
Hey, This is India
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Visit to the Courier Office
I had to send a document to Chennai. I was advised, by people who know better than me about conditions on the ground, that if it was important, send it by courier and not by the Indian Postal Service. I had the right address of the recipient, mobile number and the document to be sent in hand. But, it was not in an envelope. No problem, I’ll buy one in the courier office. I was met by a very courteous lady at the office of one of the franchisees of DTDC, one of India’s largest courier companies. I asked the lady if I can buy an envelope. She said they have run out of envelopes and suggested we go to a stationery store nearby and buy one for our use. My first reaction was “How can a courier company run out of envelopes. Is it not a revenue source”. I had to remind myself that is how things work. Don’t say anything. Don’t compare. Stop being a smarty pants. Fortunately, my young assistant, Puran, who took this in stride, and is used to this kind of running around, ran to the nearby store and got me a few envelopes. Problem solved. No tension.
Moral of the story: Just accept. Or work to make a change. Stop complaining.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Visit to the Courier Office
I had to send a document to Chennai. I was advised, by people who know better than me about conditions on the ground, that if it was important, send it by courier and not by the Indian Postal Service. I had the right address of the recipient, mobile number and the document to be sent in hand. But, it was not in an envelope. No problem, I’ll buy one in the courier office. I was met by a very courteous lady at the office of one of the franchisees of DTDC, one of India’s largest courier companies. I asked the lady if I can buy an envelope. She said they have run out of envelopes and suggested we go to a stationery store nearby and buy one for our use. My first reaction was “How can a courier company run out of envelopes. Is it not a revenue source”. I had to remind myself that is how things work. Don’t say anything. Don’t compare. Stop being a smarty pants. Fortunately, my young assistant, Puran, who took this in stride, and is used to this kind of running around, ran to the nearby store and got me a few envelopes. Problem solved. No tension.
Moral of the story: Just accept. Or work to make a change. Stop complaining.
True signs of Kali Yuga
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
True signs of Kali Yuga/ Demand for a separate Telangana
Our Puranas say that we now live in the age of Kali. Right conduct, a sense of morality, doing what is good for the society and the country will not factor into the decisions of the citizens at large.
To maintain my physical and mental health, I generally do not read newspapers. In fact, my mother was very surprised that I do not want the Hindu newspaper or The Indian Express delivered to our home as I do not intend to read them.
However, I noticed that on some days traveling around Hyderabad was not easy. The Telangana agitation was back. Crowds were everywhere. Slogan chanting, flag waving, compulsory shut down of businesses, public transportation at a standstill. Utter chaos. I lost one year of my life as I could not attend college in Secunderabad back in 1969. After almost forty two years, it is the same demand. The separatists, do not appear to take into account the plight of students, workers who need to feed their families, the businesses who lose revenue everyday or how the world looks at an unstable Andhra Pradesh. To make matters worse, The Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI) decides to investigate the “disproportionate “ assets accumulated by Jaganmohan Reddy, son of the late Chief Minister, YSR Reddy. The net worth of the Reddy family is said to be around USD five billion. However shrewd a businessman the son claims to be, given the worldwide economic downturn, I am sure that this fortune did not suddenly materialize after the death of his father a few years ago.
Twenty nine MLA’s threatened to resign en masse. The result of such a resignation would be the fall of the State Government. The reason for the threatened resignation was simple: any investigation by the CBI of the “disproportionate” wealth of the Reddy family was clearly an attempt to “tarnish” the image and the “good name” of the late Chief Minister.
Now, you go figure this out. I can’t.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
True signs of Kali Yuga/ Demand for a separate Telangana
Our Puranas say that we now live in the age of Kali. Right conduct, a sense of morality, doing what is good for the society and the country will not factor into the decisions of the citizens at large.
To maintain my physical and mental health, I generally do not read newspapers. In fact, my mother was very surprised that I do not want the Hindu newspaper or The Indian Express delivered to our home as I do not intend to read them.
However, I noticed that on some days traveling around Hyderabad was not easy. The Telangana agitation was back. Crowds were everywhere. Slogan chanting, flag waving, compulsory shut down of businesses, public transportation at a standstill. Utter chaos. I lost one year of my life as I could not attend college in Secunderabad back in 1969. After almost forty two years, it is the same demand. The separatists, do not appear to take into account the plight of students, workers who need to feed their families, the businesses who lose revenue everyday or how the world looks at an unstable Andhra Pradesh. To make matters worse, The Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI) decides to investigate the “disproportionate “ assets accumulated by Jaganmohan Reddy, son of the late Chief Minister, YSR Reddy. The net worth of the Reddy family is said to be around USD five billion. However shrewd a businessman the son claims to be, given the worldwide economic downturn, I am sure that this fortune did not suddenly materialize after the death of his father a few years ago.
Twenty nine MLA’s threatened to resign en masse. The result of such a resignation would be the fall of the State Government. The reason for the threatened resignation was simple: any investigation by the CBI of the “disproportionate” wealth of the Reddy family was clearly an attempt to “tarnish” the image and the “good name” of the late Chief Minister.
Now, you go figure this out. I can’t.
Saving a School/ The story of Vani Niketan School
Vani Niketan School – Netala, Uttarakhand
Where in the world is Netala ? Well, that is the question I had when Nirmala Ramasubramaniam, a student of Swamini Pramananda (a disciple of Pujya Swami Dayananda Saraswathi) brought to my attention the plight of Vani Niketan School.
Vani Niketan School is in Netala, about twenty kilometers north of Uttara Kashi, in the Himalayas. From Hardwar / Rishikesh it is a five hour drive by Jeep. Everywhere you turn, you see the Himalayas. All the roads are maintained by the Border Roads Organization, a Military unit of the Government of India. The roads are a major supply route to the troops stationed higher up in the Himalayas to protect the borders with China and Pakistan. Swamini Pramananda has an Ashram in Netala, on the banks of the river Bhagirathi.
Vani Niketan School, with 120 students, fell into hard times when the man behind the school, at age eighty three, left Netala. I have no idea what prompted that decision and I did not really care to know. My only thought was “what do we do now”?
Swamini Pramananda, whose Ashram is near the school was apprised of the situation. She immediately called Nirmala Ramasubramaniam and asked her if she can coordinate a relief program to rescue the school from imminent closure. NIrmala called me because of my affiliation with Kanchi Kamakoti Seva Foundation Inc. (KKSF)
My first reaction was that if children’s education was involved, we adults have a moral responsibility to ensure that the school is never closed and we have to do all we have to to strengthen the school. I requested Dr.A. V. Raghunath, my co volunteer in KKSF and Niramala’s husband (an MBA from Columibia Unvesity), Mr. M.K. Ramasubramniam (Ramesh) to lead the effort in generating support here in the US. I also requested my “go to guy” in India, Mr. K.S Ramamurthy,( Ramu Uncle) a young 78 year old to go to Netala and assess the situation first hand. Ramu Uncle is a Gandhian in the truest sense. (Pl visit SODEWS.org) . Ramu Uncle lives in Yelagiri, about 120 miles from Chennai. Netala is at least 1200 miles away from Yelagiri. But he went, in February 2010, because he loves kids so much. Thanks to noble souls here in the US, who supported this cause, the school did well in the academic year 2010-2011 and KKSF has agreed to and is supporting the school for the academic year 2011 – 2012. I am pleased to report that the school is functioning well and we can all give ourselves a pat on the back.
Ramu Uncle insisted that there be local support for the school. I am pleased to report that we have received matching grants from the people of India, mainly from the contacts of RamuUncle. Ramu Uncle will be going to the school at the end of October 2011 to evaluate the progress. I visited the school in July 2011 and my plans for the school were written in a memo I sent to the various stakeholders, which is copied below.
Any help you can render is greatly appreciated.
Visit to Vani Niketan School, Netala, Uttarakhand.
My wife, Geetha and I returned to Rishikesh, from our first trip to Netala. We stayed at the Ashram of Swamini Pramananda. The place, the people, and the warmth shown by the folks in the Ashram and at the school are beyond description. The Ashram is located on the banks of Bhagirathi River, a tributary of Ganga. Any direction you turn, you will see the Himalayas. You have to see it to believe it. Fortunately for us, the Bhagirathi was flowing incessantly. In the winter months, when there is no water in the Bhagirathi, Tigers have been spotted at the Ashram and in the town, from the forest across the river.
Given the harsh weather, terrain, and the financial meltdown of Vani Niketan School finances, my respect and admiration for the work done by Swamini Amma, Ramu Uncle, Poornima and Mr. M K Ramasubramaniam (Ramesh) in saving this school from extinction or falling into the hands of those who may not have the same passion for education as these volunteers do, is commendable.
The work we are all doing is but a small first step in the service of the children, the most vulnerable amongst us. When we see these young students, the dedicated teachers, the Principal Rajmathi Panwar, we will realize that we are not only fortunate to be helping, but assisting in the cause of education. (Ramu Uncle has firsthand knowledge of the power of education.) Uttarakhand in general is one of the most backward States in education in India. One of the most telling moments for me was when Rajmathi’s husband, a school teacher in the Government School nearby, implored with me to send two teachers from South India. He categorically said that teachers from South India have a good command of the English language and will teach the sciences better than the local teachers.
My observations of what needs to be done (not necessarily in any order) during the next 3 years is:
1. Form a very active Parent Teacher Association.
2. Full implementation of Purna Vidya at all grade levels and training of teachers in Purna Vidya.
3. Prepare a (Wish List) Capital Budget, including Computers; Play ground, Play Equipment, Science Equipment, Infrastructure Improvements, Approach Steps to the School, School Bus.
4. Duplicate a “KUMON” style home work system for all grades. Pl visit www.kumon.com
5. Use of Online / off line educational materials.
6. Creation of a strong / active School Board of Trustees.
7. Create a formal Plan for Shram Dhan, particularly the men.
8. Arrange School trips.
9. Teacher training.
10. Look for two dedicated teachers knowledgeable in English / Sciences.
11. Internet Connectivity
12. Staff training in computer literacy.
13. Foreign involvement of ex - Uttarakhand residents.
14. Creation of Face book account.
15. Explore how other NGO’s like Rotary, Lions, etc. can help.
16. Creation of a formal plan for NRI volunteers to teach / assist in the School.
17. Creation of a formal reporting system about student performance, finances, compliance matters.
18. Role of donors and level of commitment for the next three years.
19. Sustainability of the school for the next decade.
20. Pursue contact with Uttarakhand Association of North America.
21. Creation of “Adopt a Student” program
22. Generate funds within India
23. School lunch program
I seek your input in all matters involving the school. I am confident that with Mohan Murali on board and under the guidance of Mr. M K Ramasubramaniam’s (Ramesh) leadership, we can get 120 donors at $250 per donor (Rs.11,250) for a total of $30,000 or Rs.13,50,000.
Where in the world is Netala ? Well, that is the question I had when Nirmala Ramasubramaniam, a student of Swamini Pramananda (a disciple of Pujya Swami Dayananda Saraswathi) brought to my attention the plight of Vani Niketan School.
Vani Niketan School is in Netala, about twenty kilometers north of Uttara Kashi, in the Himalayas. From Hardwar / Rishikesh it is a five hour drive by Jeep. Everywhere you turn, you see the Himalayas. All the roads are maintained by the Border Roads Organization, a Military unit of the Government of India. The roads are a major supply route to the troops stationed higher up in the Himalayas to protect the borders with China and Pakistan. Swamini Pramananda has an Ashram in Netala, on the banks of the river Bhagirathi.
Vani Niketan School, with 120 students, fell into hard times when the man behind the school, at age eighty three, left Netala. I have no idea what prompted that decision and I did not really care to know. My only thought was “what do we do now”?
Swamini Pramananda, whose Ashram is near the school was apprised of the situation. She immediately called Nirmala Ramasubramaniam and asked her if she can coordinate a relief program to rescue the school from imminent closure. NIrmala called me because of my affiliation with Kanchi Kamakoti Seva Foundation Inc. (KKSF)
My first reaction was that if children’s education was involved, we adults have a moral responsibility to ensure that the school is never closed and we have to do all we have to to strengthen the school. I requested Dr.A. V. Raghunath, my co volunteer in KKSF and Niramala’s husband (an MBA from Columibia Unvesity), Mr. M.K. Ramasubramniam (Ramesh) to lead the effort in generating support here in the US. I also requested my “go to guy” in India, Mr. K.S Ramamurthy,( Ramu Uncle) a young 78 year old to go to Netala and assess the situation first hand. Ramu Uncle is a Gandhian in the truest sense. (Pl visit SODEWS.org) . Ramu Uncle lives in Yelagiri, about 120 miles from Chennai. Netala is at least 1200 miles away from Yelagiri. But he went, in February 2010, because he loves kids so much. Thanks to noble souls here in the US, who supported this cause, the school did well in the academic year 2010-2011 and KKSF has agreed to and is supporting the school for the academic year 2011 – 2012. I am pleased to report that the school is functioning well and we can all give ourselves a pat on the back.
Ramu Uncle insisted that there be local support for the school. I am pleased to report that we have received matching grants from the people of India, mainly from the contacts of RamuUncle. Ramu Uncle will be going to the school at the end of October 2011 to evaluate the progress. I visited the school in July 2011 and my plans for the school were written in a memo I sent to the various stakeholders, which is copied below.
Any help you can render is greatly appreciated.
Visit to Vani Niketan School, Netala, Uttarakhand.
My wife, Geetha and I returned to Rishikesh, from our first trip to Netala. We stayed at the Ashram of Swamini Pramananda. The place, the people, and the warmth shown by the folks in the Ashram and at the school are beyond description. The Ashram is located on the banks of Bhagirathi River, a tributary of Ganga. Any direction you turn, you will see the Himalayas. You have to see it to believe it. Fortunately for us, the Bhagirathi was flowing incessantly. In the winter months, when there is no water in the Bhagirathi, Tigers have been spotted at the Ashram and in the town, from the forest across the river.
Given the harsh weather, terrain, and the financial meltdown of Vani Niketan School finances, my respect and admiration for the work done by Swamini Amma, Ramu Uncle, Poornima and Mr. M K Ramasubramaniam (Ramesh) in saving this school from extinction or falling into the hands of those who may not have the same passion for education as these volunteers do, is commendable.
The work we are all doing is but a small first step in the service of the children, the most vulnerable amongst us. When we see these young students, the dedicated teachers, the Principal Rajmathi Panwar, we will realize that we are not only fortunate to be helping, but assisting in the cause of education. (Ramu Uncle has firsthand knowledge of the power of education.) Uttarakhand in general is one of the most backward States in education in India. One of the most telling moments for me was when Rajmathi’s husband, a school teacher in the Government School nearby, implored with me to send two teachers from South India. He categorically said that teachers from South India have a good command of the English language and will teach the sciences better than the local teachers.
My observations of what needs to be done (not necessarily in any order) during the next 3 years is:
1. Form a very active Parent Teacher Association.
2. Full implementation of Purna Vidya at all grade levels and training of teachers in Purna Vidya.
3. Prepare a (Wish List) Capital Budget, including Computers; Play ground, Play Equipment, Science Equipment, Infrastructure Improvements, Approach Steps to the School, School Bus.
4. Duplicate a “KUMON” style home work system for all grades. Pl visit www.kumon.com
5. Use of Online / off line educational materials.
6. Creation of a strong / active School Board of Trustees.
7. Create a formal Plan for Shram Dhan, particularly the men.
8. Arrange School trips.
9. Teacher training.
10. Look for two dedicated teachers knowledgeable in English / Sciences.
11. Internet Connectivity
12. Staff training in computer literacy.
13. Foreign involvement of ex - Uttarakhand residents.
14. Creation of Face book account.
15. Explore how other NGO’s like Rotary, Lions, etc. can help.
16. Creation of a formal plan for NRI volunteers to teach / assist in the School.
17. Creation of a formal reporting system about student performance, finances, compliance matters.
18. Role of donors and level of commitment for the next three years.
19. Sustainability of the school for the next decade.
20. Pursue contact with Uttarakhand Association of North America.
21. Creation of “Adopt a Student” program
22. Generate funds within India
23. School lunch program
I seek your input in all matters involving the school. I am confident that with Mohan Murali on board and under the guidance of Mr. M K Ramasubramaniam’s (Ramesh) leadership, we can get 120 donors at $250 per donor (Rs.11,250) for a total of $30,000 or Rs.13,50,000.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Communal relations in India
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Communal Relations in India
It is quite amazing that when living or traveling in India, you will notice the fact that for the most part, people of different religions live, work and pray, together, seemingly in harmony. You will notice Hindu and Muslim children, holding hands, walking to and from school, carrying on innocent conversation. The political landscape and the workplace give you a sense of respect and tolerance for all religions. You will not miss the mosques and churches, the call of prayer from mosques on loud speakers five times a day. Roads are closed on high holy days and all Fridays for Namaz. Churches are cropping up every where. There are political leaders with Hindu sounding names who belong to Christianity, with all the outward signs of a Hindu. Case in point. The Late Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, Y.S Rajasekara Reddy. Unfortunately, just as in the rest of the world, there is a dark, unspoken, undercurrent.
People are reluctant to talk about religion, especially the ugly side which divides us all and is at the root of most of the conflicts for centuries. During my two months stay and travel in India, I heard or noticed a few things.
In Taj Mahal, Agra, most tourists do not look at the Taj as a “Muslim” monument. There is enough history thrown around by the tour guides, mostly muslims, which puts the mughal invasion of India in a not so good light. It hardly causes any grief. When you to go to Fathehpur Sikri, there is a Dargah, a place where muslim saints are buried and venerated. I joined many other Hindus and muslims and prayed for miracles. I suspect that many staunch Hindus, the fundamentalists, would not have prayed there.
In New Delhi, Anna Hazare, a modern day Gandhi, was on fast, demanding that the Central Government take the lead in eradicating corruption in India. The response, particularly the young, was beyond anything the Government expected. One of the leading Imams of New Delhi, told his followers not to lend support to the anti corruption crusade. His reason: The crusaders for the eradication of corruption in India start their day or rallies with ‘Vande Mataram” ( Blessings to the Mother land) and “Jai Hind” (Victory to Hindustan or India). The fact is that corruption in India touches the life of every person in India, be it a Hindu or a Muslim or a Christian. Even ordinary Hindus, not the fundamentalist type, notice this anomaly of the so called Muslim leaders and Imams and comment on the role of Muslims. Fortunately, some of my close friends and acquaintances are Muslims. Therefore, I concluded that the Imam or his types do not speak on behalf of all Muslims. In spite of this call for a boycott, many young Indian Muslims were supportive of this anti corruption crusade by showing up in large numbers and vociferously supporting a tough stand by politicians on the issue of corruption.
In the state of Kerala, with a one hundred percent literacy rate, the population is roughly divided equally between the three major religions of India, Hinduism, Christianity and Islam. It is the State with the least amount of corruption and very rarely you will hear of communal riots or tension.
A few months ago, a high history school teacher’s hands were chopped off for having said in class something about Prophet Mohammed. The teacher was a Christian. What to make of this ? This issue raises a lot of questions and offers few answers.
Did the Muslim leaders and Imam’s condemn this ? Does the right to free speech give one the right to speak about history, even if it is not very flattering ? Should the teaching of history, leave out the British invasion of India ? Should the books not discuss the British policy of divide and rule ? Should the Mughal history be factual or sugarcoated ? The caste system and its ill effects. The Quota /Reservation system. Should the destruction of Hindu temples not be mentioned in history text books. Should teachers be afraid to teach history or encourage debate for fear of getiing killed ? Is it fair to put all Muslims in the same bucket ?. After all, one of the richest men in India and a few of the former Presidents of India were Muslims. What about the “average” muslim ?. Will there be a Fatwa against the people who chopped of the hands of the teacher ? Will the NRI’s condemn this ? Or demand a fair investigation ?
I was in Yelagiri, a hill station, in Tamilnadu, staying with Ramu Uncle. Yelagiri has a population of thirty six thousand, with many tribals inhabiting the land. Some of the best schools are run by Christian missionaries. In the local YMCA, they offer additional coaching for all grades and a good meal in the evenings. A Christian “School” or the “YMCA” are not bad words.
In this environment lives Gracie. (I don’t know her Hindu name). Gracie’s husband, a person who has a few cows and makes his living by selling fresh milk. He was diagnosed with Tuberculosis. A good Samaritan offered to help him with his medicine and also offered to pray for three hours a day. Sitting right next to his bed. Only one condition though. All pictures of Hindu Gods had to be thrown out. As a Christian nun, it would be against her religion to offer her prayers when pictures of any deity other than the picture of Jesus was in the room, nay in the house. If Gracie or her husband agree to be “converted”, given their financial and health condition, can you blame them ? How come no Hindu organization has this kind of network to help the sick and the poor ? Who, actually is behind this concerted effort to “convert”. Is Gracie really “converted”.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Communal Relations in India
It is quite amazing that when living or traveling in India, you will notice the fact that for the most part, people of different religions live, work and pray, together, seemingly in harmony. You will notice Hindu and Muslim children, holding hands, walking to and from school, carrying on innocent conversation. The political landscape and the workplace give you a sense of respect and tolerance for all religions. You will not miss the mosques and churches, the call of prayer from mosques on loud speakers five times a day. Roads are closed on high holy days and all Fridays for Namaz. Churches are cropping up every where. There are political leaders with Hindu sounding names who belong to Christianity, with all the outward signs of a Hindu. Case in point. The Late Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, Y.S Rajasekara Reddy. Unfortunately, just as in the rest of the world, there is a dark, unspoken, undercurrent.
People are reluctant to talk about religion, especially the ugly side which divides us all and is at the root of most of the conflicts for centuries. During my two months stay and travel in India, I heard or noticed a few things.
In Taj Mahal, Agra, most tourists do not look at the Taj as a “Muslim” monument. There is enough history thrown around by the tour guides, mostly muslims, which puts the mughal invasion of India in a not so good light. It hardly causes any grief. When you to go to Fathehpur Sikri, there is a Dargah, a place where muslim saints are buried and venerated. I joined many other Hindus and muslims and prayed for miracles. I suspect that many staunch Hindus, the fundamentalists, would not have prayed there.
In New Delhi, Anna Hazare, a modern day Gandhi, was on fast, demanding that the Central Government take the lead in eradicating corruption in India. The response, particularly the young, was beyond anything the Government expected. One of the leading Imams of New Delhi, told his followers not to lend support to the anti corruption crusade. His reason: The crusaders for the eradication of corruption in India start their day or rallies with ‘Vande Mataram” ( Blessings to the Mother land) and “Jai Hind” (Victory to Hindustan or India). The fact is that corruption in India touches the life of every person in India, be it a Hindu or a Muslim or a Christian. Even ordinary Hindus, not the fundamentalist type, notice this anomaly of the so called Muslim leaders and Imams and comment on the role of Muslims. Fortunately, some of my close friends and acquaintances are Muslims. Therefore, I concluded that the Imam or his types do not speak on behalf of all Muslims. In spite of this call for a boycott, many young Indian Muslims were supportive of this anti corruption crusade by showing up in large numbers and vociferously supporting a tough stand by politicians on the issue of corruption.
In the state of Kerala, with a one hundred percent literacy rate, the population is roughly divided equally between the three major religions of India, Hinduism, Christianity and Islam. It is the State with the least amount of corruption and very rarely you will hear of communal riots or tension.
A few months ago, a high history school teacher’s hands were chopped off for having said in class something about Prophet Mohammed. The teacher was a Christian. What to make of this ? This issue raises a lot of questions and offers few answers.
Did the Muslim leaders and Imam’s condemn this ? Does the right to free speech give one the right to speak about history, even if it is not very flattering ? Should the teaching of history, leave out the British invasion of India ? Should the books not discuss the British policy of divide and rule ? Should the Mughal history be factual or sugarcoated ? The caste system and its ill effects. The Quota /Reservation system. Should the destruction of Hindu temples not be mentioned in history text books. Should teachers be afraid to teach history or encourage debate for fear of getiing killed ? Is it fair to put all Muslims in the same bucket ?. After all, one of the richest men in India and a few of the former Presidents of India were Muslims. What about the “average” muslim ?. Will there be a Fatwa against the people who chopped of the hands of the teacher ? Will the NRI’s condemn this ? Or demand a fair investigation ?
I was in Yelagiri, a hill station, in Tamilnadu, staying with Ramu Uncle. Yelagiri has a population of thirty six thousand, with many tribals inhabiting the land. Some of the best schools are run by Christian missionaries. In the local YMCA, they offer additional coaching for all grades and a good meal in the evenings. A Christian “School” or the “YMCA” are not bad words.
In this environment lives Gracie. (I don’t know her Hindu name). Gracie’s husband, a person who has a few cows and makes his living by selling fresh milk. He was diagnosed with Tuberculosis. A good Samaritan offered to help him with his medicine and also offered to pray for three hours a day. Sitting right next to his bed. Only one condition though. All pictures of Hindu Gods had to be thrown out. As a Christian nun, it would be against her religion to offer her prayers when pictures of any deity other than the picture of Jesus was in the room, nay in the house. If Gracie or her husband agree to be “converted”, given their financial and health condition, can you blame them ? How come no Hindu organization has this kind of network to help the sick and the poor ? Who, actually is behind this concerted effort to “convert”. Is Gracie really “converted”.
In search of the truth
Shri Kailas Ashram Brahmavidya Peeth – Rishikesh - Uttarakashi
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations
India is still a land where you can find true Yogis and God men, Avatara Purushas and enlightened souls. We were very fortunate that we met some and read about some. Kutti Swami is one such. Sri M (Mr. Mumtaz Ali Khan from Kerala http://satsang-foundation.org) is the other. Please read his autobiography, ‘Apprenticed to A Himalayan Master – A Yogi’s Autobiography’.
We visited the Vani Niketan School in Netala, Uttarakhand. We stayed at the Ashram of Swamini Pramananda, on the banks of the Bhagirathi river. It was our good fortune that Bramhachari Shankar, an Israeli Jew, who we met at the Sivananda Asharam in Bahamas a few months ago, was also staying at the Ashram. Br.Shankar offered that he would be our tour guide to go around Uttarakashi. I am so glad that we went with him. He is not only very familiar with the place, having been a student himself there, but knows all the Ashrams and the life stories of many of the Mahatmas living there. He took us to Kailash Ashram Brahmavidya Peeth.
Kailash Ashram Vidya Peeth is a 115 year old institution. Here, Sanyasins and Brahmacharis study Brahmavidya according to Sampradaya Parampara (Guru-shishya tradition). Today over 110 Sannyasins from all over India study there. All of them are provided with boarding and lodging facilities.
Great Saints, like Swami Vivekananda, Swami Abhedananda, Swami Ramatirtha
Swami Shivananda, Swami Chinmayananda and Swami Dayananda of ArshaVidyaGurukulam have studied in Kailash Ashram.
For a variety of reasons, Brahmavidya Peeth fell into disrepair and needed significant funds to meet operating expenses. Swami Dayananda and other noble souls like him stepped in and the institution is going to be able to continue doing what it does, educating future generations of brahmacharis. Here we briefly met Kutti Swami, a Sanyasi about thirty one years of age. His story is fascinating.
Kutti Swami is from Kerala. His father was working in the Sivananda Ashram as a landscaper. When Kutti Swami was about seven years old, he had a vision of a Mahatma who taught him how to do certain poojas and also how to help the sick with rituals dedicated to that. Kutti Swami did this for seven years. Kutti Swami’s name and fame spread through out Kerala. When he was fourteen, the same Mahatma again appeared and instructed him to give up everything and go to the Himalayas. He did just that, at age fourteen and came to Uttarakashi. He was a student at the Kailash Ashram Brahmavidya Peeth. When he was about sixteen years of age, the same unseen Mahatma who has been his guiding force, gave him Sanyasa Diksha. He is now the Acharya of the Peetham. The youngest to shoulder this responsibility.
This is land of the divine and the incredible, the supernatural and extra terrestrial. Think Adi Sankara, Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, Ramana Maharshi, Kanchi Paramacharya, Shirdi and Satya Baba, Mahatma Gandhi or the great mathematician, Ramanujan. India offers everything. It depends on what we are looking for.
I am glad and proud to be an Indian.
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations
India is still a land where you can find true Yogis and God men, Avatara Purushas and enlightened souls. We were very fortunate that we met some and read about some. Kutti Swami is one such. Sri M (Mr. Mumtaz Ali Khan from Kerala http://satsang-foundation.org) is the other. Please read his autobiography, ‘Apprenticed to A Himalayan Master – A Yogi’s Autobiography’.
We visited the Vani Niketan School in Netala, Uttarakhand. We stayed at the Ashram of Swamini Pramananda, on the banks of the Bhagirathi river. It was our good fortune that Bramhachari Shankar, an Israeli Jew, who we met at the Sivananda Asharam in Bahamas a few months ago, was also staying at the Ashram. Br.Shankar offered that he would be our tour guide to go around Uttarakashi. I am so glad that we went with him. He is not only very familiar with the place, having been a student himself there, but knows all the Ashrams and the life stories of many of the Mahatmas living there. He took us to Kailash Ashram Brahmavidya Peeth.
Kailash Ashram Vidya Peeth is a 115 year old institution. Here, Sanyasins and Brahmacharis study Brahmavidya according to Sampradaya Parampara (Guru-shishya tradition). Today over 110 Sannyasins from all over India study there. All of them are provided with boarding and lodging facilities.
Great Saints, like Swami Vivekananda, Swami Abhedananda, Swami Ramatirtha
Swami Shivananda, Swami Chinmayananda and Swami Dayananda of ArshaVidyaGurukulam have studied in Kailash Ashram.
For a variety of reasons, Brahmavidya Peeth fell into disrepair and needed significant funds to meet operating expenses. Swami Dayananda and other noble souls like him stepped in and the institution is going to be able to continue doing what it does, educating future generations of brahmacharis. Here we briefly met Kutti Swami, a Sanyasi about thirty one years of age. His story is fascinating.
Kutti Swami is from Kerala. His father was working in the Sivananda Ashram as a landscaper. When Kutti Swami was about seven years old, he had a vision of a Mahatma who taught him how to do certain poojas and also how to help the sick with rituals dedicated to that. Kutti Swami did this for seven years. Kutti Swami’s name and fame spread through out Kerala. When he was fourteen, the same Mahatma again appeared and instructed him to give up everything and go to the Himalayas. He did just that, at age fourteen and came to Uttarakashi. He was a student at the Kailash Ashram Brahmavidya Peeth. When he was about sixteen years of age, the same unseen Mahatma who has been his guiding force, gave him Sanyasa Diksha. He is now the Acharya of the Peetham. The youngest to shoulder this responsibility.
This is land of the divine and the incredible, the supernatural and extra terrestrial. Think Adi Sankara, Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, Ramana Maharshi, Kanchi Paramacharya, Shirdi and Satya Baba, Mahatma Gandhi or the great mathematician, Ramanujan. India offers everything. It depends on what we are looking for.
I am glad and proud to be an Indian.
A different way to look at life
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
The Power of Positive Thinking in Action
The Story of Ajay Prakash Dhanak.
While I was asking Puran Joshi, who works in my mom’s home in Hyderabad, about the people that he meets regularly he told me about Ajay and his life. I told Puran I had to meet Ajay. Puran was not sure why I would want to meet Ajay. When you are 62 years of age, studied Vedanta from the best teachers, believe in reincarnation, read about the lives of many famous and not so famous people, have had your share of ups and downs in life, you see things differently. You want to meet people who inspire you. Ajay is one such person. Yes, he is different from most of us. He is blind.
Ajay, born in 1984, is from Haldwani in Uttarakhand. He has two younger brothers. His dad, Shyam Dhanak, has been running an Not for Profit Organization since 2003 for the visually challenged people, helping people in his home State of Uttarakhand. The NGO is the State Chapter of the National Association for the Blind. Prior to 2003, he was operating his own business. He administers a residential school serving 38 visually challenged persons in Haldwani.
Ajay was nine years old, in the third standard, when he began going blind. His parents took him to some of the best eye hospitals in India, including AIIMS, New Delhi. His problem was not diagnosed. This phase lasted two years. One of his dad’s friends recommended they go to Sankara Nethralaya, in Chennai. (God, in the form of Kanchi Paramacharya Pujya Sri Chandrasekarendra Saraswathi, Sankaracharya of Kanchi Kamakoti Peetam (1894-1994) inspired Dr.S. S Badrinath to start Sankara Nethralaya www.sankaranethralaya.org They not only diagnosed Ajay’s deteriorating vision as Retinitis pigmentosa but explained everything about this incurable disease, why he should be carrying a white cane, where to get help, which NGO’s to get in touch with, how to learn Braille and how his entire family should start the process of adjusting to a very different life.
Ajay finished eighth Standard. His school in Haldwani was not equipped to have a visually challenged person in ninth grade and therefore refused admission. In two months, Ajay learnt Braille and also the use of a computer with special software for the visually challenged. St. Mary’s High school, which is very well equipped to handle special needs children and has a demanding entrance examination, accepted Ajay in the ninth Standard. Ajay finished his tenth standard in St. Mary’s and joined Delhi Public School, (DPS) RK Puram, New Delhi. He was given a personal Laptop Computer with speech output software. The teachers at DPS were “very good”. After finishing his twelfth Standard, Ajay went on to get a B.A (Honors) degree in English from St. Stephens College in New Delhi. St. Stephens is one of the best liberal arts colleges in India. Alumni include Montek Ahluwalia, Shashi Tharoor, Khushwant Singh, Kapil Sibal, Arun Shourie, Salman Khurshid, Mani Shankar Aiyer, Navin Chawla, SY Qureshi, RAW chief KC Verma, NK Singh, Prime Minister Manmohan Singh’s daughter Upinder Singh and Sachin Pilot.
He later went on to Symbiosis Institute of Business Management in Pune, where he got an MBA in Human Resource Management and Marketing.
Dr.Reddy Laboratories, with revenues of $1.565 billion and offices in many countries around the globe, recruited Ajay through the campus placement program. He is presently Assistant Manager, Learning and Development in the training department of Dr.Reddy Laboratories. He has traveled to other locations of his company and does not consider his blindness to be an impediment in doing his job.
When I asked him whether he considers his blindness in this birth as a result of past Karma, his answer was very categorical, “ I do not know enough about the theory of Karma to attribute a cause and effect relationship”. He went on to say that he does not consider his blindness as a “curse” but actually a blessing. According to Ajay, if it were not for his being blind, he would probably be working in a retail store in Haldwani. His determination to overcome his challenges motivated him to attend one of the best schools in India, go on to complete an MBA degree and live a very independent life.
Ajay’s attitude made me think about all the small pleasures I take for granted. For that I thank him. May the Lord bless Ajay with a long, healthy and purpose driven life.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
The Power of Positive Thinking in Action
The Story of Ajay Prakash Dhanak.
While I was asking Puran Joshi, who works in my mom’s home in Hyderabad, about the people that he meets regularly he told me about Ajay and his life. I told Puran I had to meet Ajay. Puran was not sure why I would want to meet Ajay. When you are 62 years of age, studied Vedanta from the best teachers, believe in reincarnation, read about the lives of many famous and not so famous people, have had your share of ups and downs in life, you see things differently. You want to meet people who inspire you. Ajay is one such person. Yes, he is different from most of us. He is blind.
Ajay, born in 1984, is from Haldwani in Uttarakhand. He has two younger brothers. His dad, Shyam Dhanak, has been running an Not for Profit Organization since 2003 for the visually challenged people, helping people in his home State of Uttarakhand. The NGO is the State Chapter of the National Association for the Blind. Prior to 2003, he was operating his own business. He administers a residential school serving 38 visually challenged persons in Haldwani.
Ajay was nine years old, in the third standard, when he began going blind. His parents took him to some of the best eye hospitals in India, including AIIMS, New Delhi. His problem was not diagnosed. This phase lasted two years. One of his dad’s friends recommended they go to Sankara Nethralaya, in Chennai. (God, in the form of Kanchi Paramacharya Pujya Sri Chandrasekarendra Saraswathi, Sankaracharya of Kanchi Kamakoti Peetam (1894-1994) inspired Dr.S. S Badrinath to start Sankara Nethralaya www.sankaranethralaya.org They not only diagnosed Ajay’s deteriorating vision as Retinitis pigmentosa but explained everything about this incurable disease, why he should be carrying a white cane, where to get help, which NGO’s to get in touch with, how to learn Braille and how his entire family should start the process of adjusting to a very different life.
Ajay finished eighth Standard. His school in Haldwani was not equipped to have a visually challenged person in ninth grade and therefore refused admission. In two months, Ajay learnt Braille and also the use of a computer with special software for the visually challenged. St. Mary’s High school, which is very well equipped to handle special needs children and has a demanding entrance examination, accepted Ajay in the ninth Standard. Ajay finished his tenth standard in St. Mary’s and joined Delhi Public School, (DPS) RK Puram, New Delhi. He was given a personal Laptop Computer with speech output software. The teachers at DPS were “very good”. After finishing his twelfth Standard, Ajay went on to get a B.A (Honors) degree in English from St. Stephens College in New Delhi. St. Stephens is one of the best liberal arts colleges in India. Alumni include Montek Ahluwalia, Shashi Tharoor, Khushwant Singh, Kapil Sibal, Arun Shourie, Salman Khurshid, Mani Shankar Aiyer, Navin Chawla, SY Qureshi, RAW chief KC Verma, NK Singh, Prime Minister Manmohan Singh’s daughter Upinder Singh and Sachin Pilot.
He later went on to Symbiosis Institute of Business Management in Pune, where he got an MBA in Human Resource Management and Marketing.
Dr.Reddy Laboratories, with revenues of $1.565 billion and offices in many countries around the globe, recruited Ajay through the campus placement program. He is presently Assistant Manager, Learning and Development in the training department of Dr.Reddy Laboratories. He has traveled to other locations of his company and does not consider his blindness to be an impediment in doing his job.
When I asked him whether he considers his blindness in this birth as a result of past Karma, his answer was very categorical, “ I do not know enough about the theory of Karma to attribute a cause and effect relationship”. He went on to say that he does not consider his blindness as a “curse” but actually a blessing. According to Ajay, if it were not for his being blind, he would probably be working in a retail store in Haldwani. His determination to overcome his challenges motivated him to attend one of the best schools in India, go on to complete an MBA degree and live a very independent life.
Ajay’s attitude made me think about all the small pleasures I take for granted. For that I thank him. May the Lord bless Ajay with a long, healthy and purpose driven life.
A healthy Meal
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
A healthy meal ?
My wife Geetha and I visited the Vani Niketan School in Netala, Uttarakhand. This school, which was facing a complete closure due to a variety of reasons, is now being heavily subsidized by the generous donations of NRI’s in the US. Thanks to Kanchi Kamakoti seva Foundation Inc, NY, K S Ramamurty (Ramu Uncle) and Poornima Athreya the school is going to survive.
When I saw what the kids brought for lunch ( actually I was planning to help myself with their food), I was moved. Disappointed. Angry at the parents and society in general. Mad as hell at the Government. Shame on all of us.
Some of the kids brought just boiled potato. With some seasoning, I suspect. No Roti, no Dal or rice. Nothing. Just boiled potatoes. Later, I was told that for the extremely poor, that is a whole meal. I guess when you are poor, that is all you can afford.
I have requested Ramu Uncle, who will be in Netala from end of October to the first week of November to implement a school lunch program. That is the least we can do to help the cause of education. A hungry child cannot learn, even if you provide the best environment and teachers.
India -Take it or Leave it
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Dominos Pizza
While driving around Hyderabad, I spotted a Dominos Pizza. Having left New York almost two months ago, and not having had a slice of pizza, I went home and told my folks at home that we are all going to have Pizza and bread sticks for dinner. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was for a pizza pie.
At 4.00 p.m., I Googled and found the phone number of the exact Dominos Pizza that would deliver to my home. I placed the order around 4.15 p.m. with specific instructions to deliver between 8.00 p.m. and 8.30 p.m. I was told to expect a phone call within two minutes confirming my order. In less than two minutes, I got a call. I could not have been happier. Things were working great in India. Do not ask for more.
Around 8.00 p.m., I started getting hungry and was craving for the pizza and bread sticks. At 8.25 p.m. I called Dominos. I heard a lot of clicking of the computer keyboard and was finally told that they have no record of my order. But, the Dominos guy told me I should have my order in less than thirty minutes. Perfect. Shirdi Baba always says “Saburi”, patience, is a good thing. So, I told my very hungry folks to be a little patient.
Lo and behold, in less than five minutes, say 8.28 p.m. I got a call from Dominos asking me how the delivery boy can locate my apartment as he is in the vicinity with my order. Too good to be true. Well, they had the original order, “in the system”, found it was being delivered as we spoke. The order was delivered by 8.30 p.m. All ended well.
Please don’t ask me too many “why” questions. Have Sraddha – faith. The system may be flawed, but it works.
Moral of the story: This is how India works - just accept it. Take it easy. No tension.
Reincarnation ? Premonition ? Karma ?
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Is it Premonition? An episode in Netala
Geetha and I were traveling from Rishikesh to Netala by Jeep. If the road conditions are good, the travel time will be about six hours. We were going to visit the Vani Niketan School in Netala and also enjoy our stay at the Ashram of Swamini Pramananda, on the banks of the river Bhagirathi. Throughout the drive, you are surrounded by the Himalayas. An amazing sight.
About twelve miles before Uttarakashi, all vehicles were stopped due to a landslide. It was about 12.30 p.m. and the sun was beating down hard. A motor cycle pulled up alongside our jeep. A lady of approximately thirty eight years, Deepa, with her nine month old daughter, Siya, was riding in the rear of the motor cycle driven by her brother. Deepa had visited her friends and was going back to her home.
We asked Deepa to wait out the road reopening by sitting in the shelter of our jeep. Geetha had heard that you should not name a child Siya (Sita).The character in Ramayana did suffer a lot. Geetha did not say anything. I have never seen Geetha interact with so much love and abandon with a child, other than her own, the way she did. Siya is one of the most beautiful children. I have the pictures to prove it.
After almost two hours, the roads were reopened. Siya, safely in her mother’s arms, Deepa and her brother were on their way in the motor cycle. The roads were bad. Less than ten minutes later, our driver, Vinod, suddenly stopped the Jeep and started running behind our vehicle. He had seen in his rear view mirror that the mother had fallen off the two wheeler along with Siya. It was a bumpy road and she just slipped off. The motor cycle did not fall nor did the brother. Deepa had apparently hit her head on the road and was not responding to her brother’s calls. She was in a coma.
Vinod decided that Deepa, Siya and Deepa’s brother were going in our jeep to the nearest hospital. Vinod drove as fast as he could. Deepa was not responding to her brother’s calls and Siya was crying as she was hurt in the process In the meanwhile, Geetha was crying hysterically at the plight of Deepa and Siya. All I could do was pray. I prayed as hard as I could. I started chanting the Dhanvantari sloka. Remember, we are now in the Himalayas. Forget your idea of a hospital emergency room. Ambulance. First responders. ER physician. Calling 911. It does not exist.
After what seemed like an eternity, we went to the first “hospital”. To make matters worse, I was wearing my shorts and looked more like a tourist (bum?) than a man with an emergency on his hand. I was desperate for a Doctor. I was told by one of the staff members to take the stretcher and bring the patient in. With the brother’s help, I brought Deepa into the hospital. The Doctor told me that they are not equipped to handle these kind of head injuries. All he can do is to stabilize the patient and we should take her to Uttarakashi, a much bigger town with a hospital that can handle this type of emergency. The Doctor inserted an IV. I have no idea what it does.
Vinod, God bless him, drove as fast as he can to Uttarakashi Hospital. I grabbed the stretcher myself and wheeled the patient in to meet the Doctor. In the midst of this commotion, where we were dealing with life and death, it suddenly occurred to me that if I stay too long in the hospital, and the police were to get involved, I will quickly go from being a Good Samaritan to the person responsible for the head injury of Deepa. I asked Vinod what he would do in these circumstances. I think he is more realistic about the local dynamics. He said, now that she in the hands of the Doctor, we should leave. We did just that. We were very relieved to see that Siya had just a surface wound and she was going to be alright. It was Deepa we were not sure about.
The next three days of our stay in Netala were spent praying for the welfare of Deepa. I had instructed Vinod not to tell me or Geetha if Deepa’s condition took a turn for the worse. It was not possible to get them out of our mind. Geetha was asking herself, over and over again, whether she should have said something to convince Deepa that she should not go by the motor cycle but with us in our Jeep. It appears that Vinod did ask Deepa and offered them a ride in our jeep. For reasons best known to them, they decided to continue their journey by motor cycle.
It is all pre ordained. How can we change the script? The thought coming into Geetha’s head, Vinod’s offer being turned down, the falling down from the two wheeler and the state of the emergency rooms is all part of the script. We are just witnesses. Accepting our limitations in the big scheme of things and a complete surrender to God is a very emancipating feeling. While it sounds defeatist or downright cruel, that is Vairagya. Taken to its logical conclusion, that feeling of freedom, when applied to our personal situations, is maturity. No drama, no fuss. Just doing what needs to be done, with love, but with complete surrender to God. Faith in God. It simply means that we have to accept our Karmic responsibilities.
Three days later, when Vinod came to pick us up for our trip back to Rishikesh at 7.00 a.m. his first words were that Deepa and Siya were discharged from the hospital and we have nothing to worry. I can’t tell you how much that meant to us.
Looking back, surely, Deepa and Siya were connected to both of us in some previous life.
Telangana Agitation- Really ?
After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between June 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
True signs of Kali Yuga/ Demand for a separate Telangana
Our Puranas say that we now live in the age of Kali. Right conduct, a sense of morality, doing what is good for the society and the country will not factor into the decisions of the citizens at large.
To maintain my physical and mental health, I generally do not read newspapers. In fact, my mother was very surprised that I do not want the Hindu newspaper or The Indian Express delivered to our home as I do not intend to read them.
However, I noticed that on some days traveling around Hyderabad was not easy. TheTelangana agitation was back. Crowds were everywhere. Slogan chanting, flag waving, compulsory shut down of businesses, public transportation at a standstill. Utter chaos. I lost one year of my life as I could not attend college in Secunderabad back in 1969. After almost forty two years, it is the same demand. The separatists, do not appear to take into account the plight of students, workers who need to feed their families, the businesses who lose revenue everyday or how the world looks at an unstable Andhra Pradesh. To make matters worse, The Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI) decides to investigate the “disproportionate “ assets accumulated by Jaganmohan Reddy, son of the late Chief Minister, YSR Reddy. The net worth of the Reddy family is said to be around USD five billion. However shrewd a businessman the son claims to be, given the worldwide economic downturn, I am sure that this fortune did not suddenly materialize after the death of his father a few years ago.
Twenty nine MLA’s threatened to resign en masse. The result of such a resignation would be the fall of the State Government. The reason for the threatened resignation was simple: any investigation by the CBI of the “disproportionate” wealth of the Reddy family was clearly an attempt to “tarnish” the image and the “good name” of the late Chief Minister.
Now, you go figure this out. I can’t.
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