Saturday, February 23, 2013

Candles

<<knock at the door>>

Younger Me: Hello? (Sees two men in suits) I'm sorry, can I help you?

Man: Hello we're from (Religion's name confidential).  Is there an adult at home? We were hoping to speak with someone.

Appa (appearing behind me): Oh hello there! Come in!

<<After an hour of entertaining, feeding, and making coffee for the two men and getting copies of pamphlets>>

Me: (Closing the door) Appa, why do you entertain these people? You know they're trying to convert us, right?

Appa: It's wrong to turn away people who have come searching out your home, especially those who have your best intentions.  Veedu thedi vandhuvangakku oru pacha thanni kodu tharulana, namallukku miringukku yenna vidyaasam?  If we don't give even a cup of water to someone who seeks out our home, what difference does it make between us and animals?

Me: (Rolling eyes) But do you accept what they preach?

Appa: Sure, why not?  There's nothing wrong with what they believe.

Me: They why don't we just accept their faith and their teachings and cast away our own?

Appa: Religion. Faith. Belief. These aren't questions on an examination with right or wrong answers.  The human experience makes each of our views on the divine different.  They can vary from adoration to confusion to rejection.  None of these experiences are "right" or "wrong".

Me: So we are all free to live as we choose?

Appa: We are all free to live as we choose as long as we cause no harm and share love.  God is love personified, no? That love is why, whether they are a missionary or not, I always welcome a well-intentioned stranger into my home.

If we are candles, then we all burn at varying levels of brightness with different amounts of oil and wick.  But when the wind of love blows, we must bow in that direction.  It is in our nature to do so.  As long as we listen to those values of love and fraternity, there really is no "wrong" answer in regards to the question of God.

There is no "wrong" way for a candle to burn.







Monday, February 18, 2013

Zombies

Zombie movies! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!
1. Shaun of the Dead
2. 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later
3. Zombieland
4. Dawn of the Dead Series
(not in any particular order...love 'em all)

As World War Z comes out, I recently started wondering where the fascination for zombies started for me.  It could be that my family temple was in Penn Hills, PA and each visit always was followed by a trip to the Monroeville Mall.  That's where the Dawn of the Dead movie was filmed.  Or perhaps it goes back to my fascination with Ancient Egyptian Mummys and all the scary movies where they come back to life and escape the museum exhibits.

Or perhaps, it's something inherent in human culture.

The Andaman and Nicobar Islands.

In many ways, they are "India's Hawaii".  The group of islands are only 93 miles from Indonesia, but have been a part of Indian culture since time immemorial.  Both the ancient Tamil Chola kings and the Marathas of medieval India used the site as a naval base. Today, two-thirds of the population consist of Bengalis, Tamils, and Telegus...all ethnic groups that have migrated from mainland India. 

However, although the islands have become part of the mainstream Indian culture through migration, assimilation, and acculturation, there are two significant groups of natives that to this day have resisted any contact with the outside world: The Sentinelese and the Jarawa. 

In 2006, two outside fishermen who were fishing illegally within range of protected islands were killed by the Sentinelese. The archers from the tribe drove off the helicopter that came to retrieve the bodies.  The Indian Supreme Court, protecting the right of the indigenous population, ordered no force to be used and the bodies of the fishermen were never recovered. 

That sort of fear...that sort of rejection of others that seem human...that sort of aggression against fellow men...

Are we the Sentinelese's zombies?  

Or are the Sentinelese really that different from the rest of us? Don't we have thousands of examples in our history of people who have feared "humans" that have supposedly ceased to be "human"?  Or that are "human-like", but different from us, and therefore to be feared?

I remember learning a word first from a 7th grade social studies teacher who discussed how the fall of the Roman Empire impacted various groups throughout the land.  The fall of a centralized government was a "Zombie-apocalypse" in their time.  But the "zombies" were simply other ethnic groups vying for the others lands.  Their fear of zombies had another term...

Xenophobia: The fear of others.  After the Western Roman Empire collapsed, various groups unified in their fear of everything else. I am not saying this is a "Western European" mindset.  I'm stating that, perhaps, this is the status quo with which we see anything that is slightly different.


Because what else would drive the fury behind the Salem Witch Trials or the Inquisition? Or the horror behind the destruction of the native populations of the Americas?  The social-purity laws of the Hindu caste system that killed and undermined millions? The decimation of the Greek populations of Asia minor?  The horrors faced by Jews during the Holocaust?  The discrimination faced by South African aboriginals, Palestinians, and the Ainu?  The reason that the French Constitution to this day disenfranchises persons who speak a language that is not "French".

Side-point:  The name "French" comes from "Frankish" or the language spoken by the Franks/French.  This, in turn, means the language spoken by the "Freemen".  To disenfranchise come from the same root words.  It means to deprive a "Freeman" of a legal right or of some privilege or immunity.  So what actually happens when the French government decides to "disenfranchise", their own French citizens who speak Alsatian, Breton, Basque, Provencal, the various Langue D'oil, Picard, Occitan, etc....because they're not speak "Francais".  How much fucking wood could a woodchuck chuck, if he disliked other woodchucks who could wood chuck like he could...with a lot of irony?


Anyway, I describe this hatred and disgust of others to be a "Zombie-affect".  I call that whenever any group of people experiences a hatred, fear, or anger towards another group of people because they see the others as "formerly-human" or "human-like".


I had a Hindu Guru in my hometown who told me about Hindu-Muslim riots when he was young.  He told me about an incident when he was young when his family heard loud noises on their street, right outside their home.  A Hindu mob was going to burn down the home and bakery of a local Muslim family.  His brother marched out into the street. 

The Muslim family cowered in a corner of a street, terrified for their lives.  My Guru's brother said: "Before you burn this bakery. You must burn me."

There were catcalls and angry voices.  There were scoldings that he was not a Muslim, but a Hindu and he should step aside.  My Guru's brother never moved an inch.  In time, the gang dispersed and everything was left unharmed.


My Guru's brother saw things differently from the mobsters: We are all humans. We are all deserving of life, freedom, respect, and love.

But we can also choose to live a life where every interaction with someone different from us is a "Zombie Movie".  That they are people to be feared or reviled.

In the Hindu story of creation, like most religions, Man is created from both earth and divine inspiration.  And as humans, we are born with a choice of which set of eyes we will choose to the world.

We can either choose to see things at face-value and fear what we do not recognize.  Or we can choose to see things with divine eyes. We can choose to see the spirit that moves us all.

If we choose the former, we will always be plagued by zombies.   Gays, Lesbians, Christians, Atheists, Hindus, Buddhists, Agnostics, Blacks, Whites, Asians, Hispanics, etc.

Perhaps until we get over our own zombies...we have no reason to expect anything but fear from the Sentinelese and the Jarawa.

 For how can we prove to a people that there is nothing to fear, if we are our own zombies?

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Cereal

Women of the world!


Do not just sit there. Call your lawmakers.  Start protests. Have sit-ins. Push for ballot measures. Riot in the streets. Picket, scream, shout...make sure that your voices are heard.  For the time.. is now.  It is time...



It is time...for female characters on cereal boxes.

For too long, only men have been represented on the covers of these colorful breakfast food boxes.  Children see these faces nearly immediately after waking up and it shapes their beliefs and understanding of the world around them.  However, almost none of the faces they see have double X chromosomes.

This needs to end....NOW.


Names of various examples from the male dominated industry:
The Rooster from "Corn Flakes"
Cookie Crook, Officer Crumb from “Cookie Crisp
Cap’n Crunch from “Cap n’ Crunch”
Trix Rabbit from "Trix" Cereal
Snap, Crackle, and Pop from “Rice Crispies” (while it is nice that these three do not follow macho stereotypes, they still do not count as females)
Chef from “Cinnamon Toast Crunch”
Count from “Count Chocula”
Buzz from “Honey Nut Cheerios”
Lucky the Leprechaun from “Lucky Charms”
Sonny from “Cocoa Puffs”
Toucan Sam and his three Nephews from “Froot Loops”
Tony the Tiger from “Frosted Flakes”
Barney and Fred from “Pebbles”

Monday, February 4, 2013

Neti, Neti

Once upon a time a man approached Adi Shankaracharya, a famous priest, and asked him to help him "see God". The priest smiled and asked the man to close his eyes and imagine the most powerful object or person. The man closed his eyes and saw the strength of ten elephants.  The man smiled and said "I see!"


The priest's voice sharply cut through his thoughts. "NO! That's not it.  Think harder!"

The man closed his eyes and saw the power of an earthquake.

The priest abruptly interrupted him before he could even speak. "NO! It is not that either!"

The man closed his eyes and just imagined pure, faceless strength.  Strength and power in its grandest form.  A strength to move universes, a power to touch stars, an ability to create....

Once more, the priest interrupted him: "NO, you fool! That is dust in comparison to God."

The man, fed up and irritated, asked the priest, "What is the point of this?  I'm obviously incapable of knowing what God is."

The priest smiled and said knowingly, "Maybe that is true, but you are definitely capable of understanding what god ISN'T."



"How will that help me in my search?"

The priest spoke, "When you have stripped all worldly attributes from Him.  When you have cut away all that "is" from Him.  When you have carved away even "Him" from Him.  When you have removed all of reality and you are blind even though your eyes are open.  In that dark place you will find God...Nirguna Brahman."

There's a commonly told story about when Michelangelo carved "David".  The Pope, mesmerized by the beauty and elegance of the statue, asked Michelangelo:  “How are you able to cut away from a block of stone, this beautiful image of David?”
 
Michelangelo replied, “It’s simple. I just remove everything that doesn’t look like David.”

People of faith often assert and try and define what God is.  What books he wrote, which people he fathered, which sacrifices he sponsored, which languages he spoke, which decisions he made.

But he is neither a writer, nor a progenitor. Neither a master of ceremonies, nor an orator. Neither a politician, nor anything that we can imagine with our mortal minds.

He is...in Sanskrit...Na. Iti. Na. Iti.  Neti, Neti. Neither this, nor that.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Correction

A music festival was held to honor Illayaraja, a great Tamil composer.  Musicians from all over India came to perform his greatest hits. Shreya Ghoshal, a nationally acclaimed singer, came to sing the song, "Kaatril endhan geetham."  Shreya has a talent of having impeccable pronunciation when she sings in languages she doesn't understand...like Tamil.

While most of the song was flawless, she made an error in the chorus.  Instead of singing the line "Kaanaatha ontrai thEduthey." she sang, "Kaanatha ontrai thOduthe." As the line falls in the chorus, the line was repeated incorrectly each time she sang it.




Shreya must have realized something was wrong.  She caught the error and the final time she sang the chorus, she corrected herself and gestured to Illayaraja.  The audience went wild and started clapping while Shreya laughed to herself as she completed the song.

Illayaraja after the song was over, referred to a popular Tamil saying.  I'll give you the gist of it.


People say that there are many reasons for why one can change to be a better person.  I argue that there are really just two reasons.  One reason is when one changes for someone else or something else.  The other is when one realizes one's mistake and aspires to change for only the sake of wanting to be better.  The latter is the more respectable of the two options.  Because unless you actually want to be a better person, you will always find yourself slipping back into the routine of who you were.  Like Shreya, we should all try and correct our own mistakes.  By ourselves and for ourselves.

If you want to see the scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjGKa9-dGS0