Archives de la catégorie: La vie et la mort

De la vie célébrant, même dans la mort — cette catégorie contient certains de mes messages plus personnels.


When my mother gave birth to me, it was a touch-and-go sitiuation. I was created with an abnormally huge head, which I would like to insist is filled with a brain the size of a small planet. Whether because of the head or some other medical reason, my mother had to undergo an emergency c-section. Remember, this was more than half a century ago in a remote hill station near Munnar in Kerala.
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Childhood Friend

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. Plus tard, 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.

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American School Shooting

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.

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contradictions,,en,La vie est pleine de contradictions,,en,Je participe à une retraite de recherche sur les pratiques de pleine conscience et contemplatives à la belle,,en,Institut Garrison,,en,J'apprends beaucoup de choses intéressantes,,en,et rencontrer beaucoup de,,en,comme d'esprit et d'excellentes personnes,,en,le genre de personnes avec qui je pouvais avoir une conversation profonde sur la nature irréelle de la réalité,,en,contrairement à la plupart des gens d'autres horizons de la vie serait poliment et avec tact s'excuser quand je suis un peu irréel,,en,Une expérience pédagogique,,en,Je viens de terminer mon premier mandat en tant que professeur à l'Université de gestion de Singapour,,en,J'ai enseigné un cours de premier cycle appelé ordinateur comme un outil d'analyse,,en,qui est sur la modélisation des entreprises et aide à la décision axée sur les données,,en,J'avais sur,,en,élèves,,en,en trois sections de trois heures de cours par semaine chacun,,en

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.

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Twilight Years

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. Il est almost time.

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Bhagavad Gita

Parmi les textes religieux de l'hindouisme, the Bhagavad Gita is the most revered one. Littéralement présenté comme le la parole de Dieu, the Bhagavad Gita enjoys a stature similar to the Bible or the Koran. Comme toutes les écritures, the Bhagavad Gita also can be read, non pas seulement comme un acte de dévotion, mais comme un discours philosophique ainsi. Il présente une position philosophique pour comprendre le monde, qui forme (pour ceux de l'Inde) les hypothèses de base et fondamentaux dans le traitement de la vie, et la réalité inconnaissable autour d'eux. En fait, il est plus que de simples suppositions et des hypothèses; il est à la base de bon sens transmis de génération en génération. Ce sont les fondements de l'intelligence, qui forment la compréhension instinctive et émotionnelle de la réalité qui est assimilé avant la logique et ne peut pas être touché ou analysé avec la rationalité. Ils sont le mythe que Trump logos chaque fois.

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Aging Mind

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. À ce moment, 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, “Dáccord, I got 17 pour 15 seconds. So what is it for a minute? It should be, what, 60 seconds over 15 fois 17. Hold it, where is my iPhone? I need a calculator. No wait, il est 17 for a quarter of a minute. Si 17 fois 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.

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Income Inequality

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.

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9/11 – Too True to Tell

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. Cependant, some truths have to be told, even when they are too true.

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