When I was a child, I had a friend in the neighborhood. A smart (and slightly nerdy) kid, not unlike myself. We used to hang out, play badminton and do physics experiments. By the time we were teenagers, we kind of drifted apart, as our paths diverged. Más tarde, I went the IIT-USA, global-citizen-route and ended up in Singapore. He, of more modest ambitions, stayed back at home, and got a job roughly similar to what my father used to do. I kept hearing of him, although I never really ran into him. He got married, probably had a couple of kids, and everything must have been going smoothly, even a bit dully. But a couple of years ago he suddenly died of leukemia.
Another day, another American school shooting. The predictable aftermath will be “thoughts and prayers” (although people use different words now because of the current climate of skepticism), another pointless debate over gun laws, and a few “never agains” and “never forgets”. Instead of those exercises in futility, I thought I would write about some other curious aspects of America’s deadly romance with guns.
Life is full of contradictions.
I am attending a research retreat on mindfulness and contemplative practices at the beautiful Garrison Institute. I am learning a lot of interesting things, and meeting a lot of like-minded and excellent people – the kind of people with whom I could have deep conversation about the unreal nature of reality, unlike most people from other walks of life would politely and tactfully excuse themselves when I get a bit unreal.
At some point in our life, we come to accept the fact we are closer to death than life. What lies ahead is definitely less significant than what is left behind. These are the twilight years, and I have come to accept them. With darkness descending over the horizons, and the long shadows of misspent years and evaded human conditions slithering all around me, I peer into the void, into an eternity of silence and dreamlessness. Es almost time.
Entre los textos religiosos del hinduismo, the Bhagavad Gita is the most revered one. Literalmente presentada como la Palabra de Dios, the Bhagavad Gita enjoys a stature similar to the Bible or the Koran. Al igual que todas las escrituras, the Bhagavad Gita also can be read, no sólo como un acto de devoción, sino como un discurso filosófico, así. Presenta una postura filosófica para entender el mundo, que formas (para aquellos de la India) los supuestos básicos y fundamentales en el trato con la vida, y la realidad que les rodea incognoscible. De hecho, es algo más que suposiciones e hipótesis; que es la base del sentido común transmitido de generación en generación. Se trata de los fundamentos de la inteligencia, que constituyen la comprensión instintiva y emocional de la realidad que se asimila antes de la lógica y no puede ser tocado o se analiza con la racionalidad. Ellos son los mitos que Trump logos cada vez.
I used to have a pretty sharp mind, particularly when it came to simple arithmetic. I think age has begun to dull it. Case in point: recently I had to check a friend’s pulse rate. So I felt his pulse for 15 seconds and got 17 beats. En ese momento,, I wanted to call out the heart beats per minute. And at that point, my mind suddenly went blank. It started going through this chain, “Okay, I got 17 para 15 segundos. So what is it for a minute? It should be, qué, 60 seconds over 15 veces 17. Hold it, where is my iPhone? I need a calculator. No wait, it is 17 for a quarter of a minute. Así 17 veces 4. Where is my calculator, dammit?!” Granted, it was a slightly stressful situation. But this is not at all the way my mind used to work.
I read on BBC yesterday that the richest 62 people in the world now earn as much as the poorest half, which would be about 3.5 billion people! Although there is some confusion about the methodology, it is clear that the wealth and income have been getting more and more polarized. The rich are certainly getting richer. Income inequality is more acute than ever.
I haven’t heard many concrete arguments against the conspiracy theories except those based on the belief that the government wouldn’t do it, and some emotional ones. The latter boils down to name-calling and accusing the conspiracy theorists of insensitivity, lack of compassion for the victims and their loved ones, lack of patriotism etc.
It has been a while since I posted a new article in this series on 9/11. Recent terror events have made it unpalatable to dwell on the 9/11 conspiracy theme. Nevertheless, one has stand up for what one believes to be true, even when the stance is unpopular. So I will press on with the series, and wrap it up with two more articles, despite the warning from a friend that I will never be able to visit the US again without risking a lengthy interview at the airport. Or worse. Sin embargo, some truths have to be told, even when they are too true.
Pensé que había terminado con esta serie el ateísmo. Sin embargo, Me encontré con este pasaje del libro de Wayne Tintoreros, Tu Vida Sagrada. Un amigo mío lo que minó como una especie de advertencia para aquellos de nosotros que no creen.