‘Every child that is born brings with it the hope that God has not yet despaired of mankind.’ 2 January 2008
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- Rabindranath Tagore, Indian literary icon.
For J & S. Whose lovely daughter, A, was born to J before 2007’s end.
The 2007 that was 2 January 2008
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a. Fantastic. Probably the best year I have ever had in my entire life yet. Everything fell into its proper place; often even without me trying too hard. I love life!
b. Had immense fun at work; my career is looking up and definitely know that this is what I should be doing as a profession. Saw new places, met new people, did things I never even knew I could, ate exotic food. But still haven’t found what I’m looking for in that thing they call love.
c. Fell head over heels in love (with someone who fell head over heels in love with me too); he/she is the one, we are made for each other. Making future plans for domestic life. But I do dread getting up in the morning to go to work; I need to seriously think about a career shift.
d. Ho-hum. Neither here nor there. Every day was just like another, I didn’t even feel like greeting anyone ‘Happy new year!’ for what’s the point? 2008 will only be like 2007.
e. Please, don’t ask me how the year was. I just want to forget 2007.
e. Doesn’t matter how 2007 was. I just know that 2008 will be better. No matter what did or didn’t happen, I love life!
f. None of the above, I think. But can’t think, really. Don’t want to. Bad hangover.
The Tao of Amazing Race 21 December 2007
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FrenchBeard and I are convinced that The Amazing Race has a lot of lessons to teach people on how to be more decent human beings. Our top three:
Karma. However you wish to call it — You reap what you sow, What goes around, comes around, What you give off, you get back — karma works. It just does. And often, the show’s racers have had to learn this the hard way. And when it does come around, they are the first to utter the words: “Karma hit us, man!” Then they begin to send off more positive vibes to the Universe, and stop stealing other team’s taxis or speaking ill of competitors or showing disrespect to ‘ordinary’ people.
Que sera sera. What will be, will be. In all the show’s seasons that we’ve seen, one of the biggest lessons has always been that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you just don’t know what’s going to happen next. You could be the most physically agile, and the smartest with map-reading, and you set out on the confusing streets of Lithuania to do the Roadblock convinced you’ll be the first to step on the Pit Stop mat — but then your cab runs out of petrol and of course decides to make a 5-minute stopover, quickly changing your fortune and that of the team behind you. What else could you do?
Be kind. Not be a doormat that people can step over, but, be kind. Do not barge into a local market in Kenya and, without regard for any other, holler, ‘Does anybody speak English!?!?!’ If there were shoppers right then who in fact knew English, it shouldn’t surprise you that they’d choose to ignore you instead of dignifying your queenly demand. And kindness is not only for people, but for other beings too. Do not cuss the donkey and slap his ass if he chooses to stop for a slow munch of the lovely hay instead of helping you win your million dollars by carrying your haul onto the finish line. That donkey has a soul, too, and should be treated as such. In the end, kindness does pay, and brings us back to the lesson of karma.
Be thankful 5 December 2007
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(Fewer kids are dying, thanks to simple solutions such as vaccination and breastfeeding. Photograph by bornonacusp.)
Excerpt from Foreign Policy, Five Reasons to be Thankful This Holiday Season:
Your Plane Isn’t Going to Crash: 2006 was the safest year on record for air travel.
Last year, there were just 77 major commercial plane crashes worldwide, the lowest number ever recorded. Of those, only 20 were fatal crashes, resulting in 855 people killed. That’s an amazing safety record, given that 2.1 billion passengers boarded flights last year.
Why: Better safety standards. Planes themselves have gotten far safer.
Fewer Kids Are Dying: Mortality rates for young children are at a record low.
The number of children younger than 5 who died worldwide in 2006 fell to 9.7 million, the first time that figure dropped below 10 million since such records have been kept.
Why: More kids are getting vaccinated. More kids are avoiding malaria by sleeping under insecticide-treated bed nets. Higher rates of breast-feeding and vitamin A supplements. Safer water, better nutrition, more cash for public health, and more community health workers.
Wars Are History: The number of wars involving states, and the deaths they directly cause, has decreased dramatically.
Between 1992 and 2003, the number of armed conflicts involving a government fell more than 40 percent, and the worst of those—conflicts with more than 1,000 deaths—decreased by 80 percent. The post-1945 period is the longest stretch in centuries that hasn’t featured a war between major world powers.
Why: With the end of the Cold War came the end of developing-world proxy wars between the USSR and the United States. As the colonial era waned, so did the wars of independence from colonial rule, which accounted for more than 60 percent of international conflicts from the 1950s to early 1980s.
Poverty Is Down: Fewer people are living on less than $1 a day.
In 1981, 1.5 billion people were living on less than $1 a day. By 1990, that figure had fallen to 1.25 billion people. By 2004, the extreme poverty rate had fallen to 18.4 percent, or just 985 million people. If current trends continue, the world will achieve the Millennium Development Goal of cutting in half—from 32 percent in 1990 to 16 percent in 2015—the portion of the population in the developing world that ekes by on less than $1 a day.
Why: One word: Asia. From 1981 to 2001, the number of people living in extreme poverty in East and South Asia dropped by half a billion people. By 2004, the extreme poverty rate in East Asia was down to just 9 percent. China gets most of the credit, with an annual economic growth rate of 8.5 percent for two decades, but other Asian countries, such as India, have also translated high growth rates into less poverty.
You’re Living to Retirement: People are living longer than ever.
A child born 50 years ago could expect to live about 49 years. A child born today, however, can expect to live 18 more years, to age 67. China and India, with their billion-plus populations, account for much of those gains.
Why: Modern medicine. In the early 1950s, 50 million people contracted smallpox each year. By 1979, the disease had been eradicated. In developing countries, improved sanitation and water quality has helped people avoid coming into contact with deadly microbes in the first place. And in the developed world, medical advances are bringing down death rates of three major killers—heart disease, cancer, and strokes.
(Read entire Foreign Policy article here.)
A curfew is a curfew. Maybe not in India. 30 November 2007
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I was ranting to FrenchBeard about the curfew imposed by the Philippines President Arroyo following yesterday’s aborted coup attempt. He cuts in, obviously concerned, “A curfew, really? For how long?”
“12 midnight to 5am.” (Puzzled as to why he was asking for how long, defining ‘curfew’ in my head to be a period of time, usually in the evening, when people are required to be tucked inside their homes.)
“That’s it?”
“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’”
“Here in India, if a curfew is imposed, it lasts for many weeks. That’s our curfew.”
The last time there were riots in Delhi in 1984, for instance, after the assassination of then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi, there was a curfew, and it was the sort of weeks-long curfew. Not the Philippines kind. People were allowed out for a couple of hours to buy food. To this day, in places where communal riots take place, it is also the kind of curfew enforced by authorities.
Not that Filipinos should be thankful that the curfew in the capital and surrounding regions is “only” for five hours. A restriction is a restriction and, for freedom-loving people, something to sound the alarm about.
I was simply reminded once again of how little the Philippines is, if you sit it against India.
Philip-pines 101 14 November 2007
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This post is less about the bomb blast that happened last night at the Philippines’ House of Representatives. Based on what I’ve read in the last couple of hours from Manila news online, as things are, there is so much speculation going around about the incident that has counted four deaths so far. And simply catching up with the twists and turns of the investigations can give one a headache: A month ago, for example, a powerful explosion hit one of the most popular shopping malls in the Philippines’ financial district; there, 11 people died, and over a hundred were injured. Since then, the police and their back-up foreign experts, and the mall owners and their own back-up foreign experts, have been trading their respective “theories” and “scientific findings”: it was an accident caused by the accumulation of methane gas (say the police); or ‘That’s impossible, our malls have sophisticated waste systems, the terrorist-attack angle must be pursued’ (say the mall owners).
After that long digression, however, I finally come to what really prompted this blog: As a TV news program was voicing over clips of last night’s bombing at the parliament, she mispronounced the name of the country as Philip-pines (as in plural pine, the tree). Nobody’s perfect, we all know that, but are news people not supposed to make sure they know of the correct pronunciation for whatever names and places they’re reporting on?
But it’s also less of the mispronunciation, and more of the fact that this reporter got me to thinking once again of how little most Indians know about the Philippines.
When I’m introduced as being from the Philippines, I have more than once gotten a variation of such conversational response as, “Oh, Philippines. We have a friend, whose son, is married to an Indonesian.” Uh, okay. Or, “I’ve been to Thailand, it’s such a wonderful place.”
Not that I expect everyone to know the Philippines like they know their favourite holiday destination. Of course, with all the knowledge that is out there for the picking, no one can be expected to know everything.
But even how to pronounce ‘Philippines’? Really?
I’m more wondering, less complaining. After all, I’ve seen it in other places too. On one of my earliest days of living in the UK a few years back, I had gone to post snail-mail for my mother in one of the shops at the university. I remember the conversation as if it happened yesterday:
Me: I need stamps for ordinary mail to the Philippines, please.
Girl at counter, taking my letter from my hand and reading it aloud: Philippines.
Philippines. Right, this is local, so that’s 70 pence.
Me: Ahhh … Philippines?
Girl #2, fixing some stock in a corner, and quickly rushing to the counter: Philippines? Philippines? That’s in Asia! That’s not local!! (And to me): I am terribly sorry about my colleague.
The answer to life’s most profound question 7 November 2007
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The Dalai Lama and Burt Bacharach 5 November 2007
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“What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of
What the world needs now is love, sweet love,
No not just for some but for everyone.”
That’s a really old song by Burt Bacharach, and for some might be a bit trite. But if you think about it, it says something profound.
This was the song that kept running through my head while reading a recent essay by the Dalai Lama, Tibet’s spiritual leader. In his piece, copied below, the Dalai Lama tells of his optimism about the future.
“As late as the 1950s and ’60s,” he writes, “people believed that war was an inevitable condition of mankind and that conflicts must be solved through the use of force. Today, despite ongoing conflicts and the threat of terrorism, most people are genuinely concerned about world peace, far less interested in propounding ideology and far more committed to coexistence.”
But how do you build compassion? From where will people derive the inspiration to be more kind, to care about the rest of humanity and desire a better world?
The Dalai Lama says we can start by seeing that we all are one: “Today, more than ever, we need to make this fundamental recognition of the basic oneness of humanity the foundation of our perspective on the world and its challenges.” It does not matter what your religion is — or whether you are a believer or not, to begin with.
“What matters is that one be a good, kind and warmhearted person. A deep sense of caring for others, based on a profound sense of interconnection, is the essence of the teachings of all great religions of the world. In my travels, I always consider my foremost mission to be the promotion of basic human qualities of goodness — the need for and appreciation of the value of love, our natural capacity for compassion and the need for genuine fellow feeling. No matter how new the face or how different the dress and behavior, there is no significant division between us and other people.”
Read his essay below, or here, in Washington Post online.
My Vision of a Compassionate Future
By The Dalai Lama
Brute force can never subdue the basic human desire for freedom. The thousands of people who marched in the cities of Eastern Europe in recent decades, the unwavering determination of the people in my homeland of Tibet and the recent demonstrations in Burma are powerful reminders of this truth. Freedom is the very source of creativity and human development. It is not enough, as communist systems assumed, to provide people with food, shelter and clothing. If we have these things but lack the precious air of liberty to sustain our deeper nature, we remain only half human.
The world’s many tongues: going, going, gone. 20 September 2007
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How many languages are spoken by the world’s six billion people? At least 7,000.
Of these languages, how many are likely to disappear within this century, according to a new linguistics research? Half of them.
Every two weeks, one language somewhere in the world dies. Never to be spoken again, lost either instantly upon the death of its last surviving speaker, or slowly as it gets overwhelmed by another more dominant language.
Scary, right?
The researchers say the world may be losing a diverse range of languages at extinction rates that are higher than those of plants and animals. Some regions are losing their languages at an ever faster rate: northern Australia, central South America, North America’s upper Pacific coastal area, eastern Siberia, and Oklahoma and the southwestern United States. Indigenous communities in these regions are falling in numbers; as these populations die out, they take with them their mother tongue, for most of them leaving behind no text or record.
One of the researchers, Prof. K. David Harrison, says losing languages translates to nothing less than losing knowledge. “When we lose a language, we lose centuries of human thinking about time, seasons, sea creatures, reindeer, edible flowers, mathematics, landscapes, myths, music, the unknown and the everyday.”
Just note the divide: 83 languages with “global” influence are spoken and written by 80 percent of the world’s population.
So will those 83 soon become the only ones among the current 7,000 languages that will survive? What a sad, sad prospect.
I have no problem with, say, the English language (surely one of those 83 that will endure). Being one-half of an inter-racial marriage, how can I not appreciate the language that the two of us use to bridge our Hindi-Filipino speaking/writing gap? (At this time, at least, when his Filipino and my Hindi are laughable.)
And I do understand that there’s a variety of cultural and anthropological processes involved in the manner of how a specific language may be slowly overwhelmed by a dominant one. People move around, interact with other cultures, and can lose out on their indigenous traits along the way.
But won’t it be a far less interesting world, to have just a paltry diversity of languages to read and hear?
And that’s why there are these groups that are working double-time to “revitalize” endangered languages. They find elderly indigenous speakers, make recordings of their speech, translate those into written text, and do many other things in the hope of giving these dying languages a fighting chance.
See these links:
A map of the language hotspots
Enduring Voices project of the National Geographic, also the organisation that initiated this recent research.
Living Tongues Institute for Endangered Languages

