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April 16 Star Wars - The Clone Wars - Wild SpaceI got a book from Audible ... Star Wars - The Clone Wars - Wild Space (by Karen Miller). Nothing too extraordinary, just another story involving Jedi, Sith, Senators, during the clone wars. But I came across a very nice part of the book, which either the author is smart enough to understand the Star Wars mythos or she just inadvertently did something which created a nice piece. Fieldwork first. Bail Organa, Leia Organa's adoptive father, seemed to gain step ups in fame during the Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones and Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. In fact the Jedi end up actually giving him one of the twins - baby Leia. He has been in and out of the prequel trilogy, but still how he became such an integral part where Jedi, the way Obi-Wan and Yoda trusted him so much, always evaded me. And that is where this book comes in handy. I have read (rather heard) of Bail's exploits in other books, but I think this is the book which actually shows how he becomes a trustworthy partner of the Jedi. The incident in the book involves Bail getting an intelligence that Sith are planning something on some planet (I forget the name of the planet). Bail informs Ben Kenobi who finds that the planet ... does not exist. Bail's source will not talk to anyone else and he needs a Jedi (Ben) for the mission, so in a very wonderfully written scene, the two end up going on a mission. But that's where the fun begins. Two very powerful charterers from the Star Wars universe - one the Jedi master and other one of the honest senators from Alderaan. They are stuck together for the duration of the mission. They mistrust each other (rather never have had reasons to trust one another). Stuck on a small plane, and hopping from one place to another over days, they are seen constantly bickering to respecting to trusting each other over the course of journey. This part is very well written, and the interaction between them is amazingly described. How they do not know each other to the point where they got to work together. The conversation is the highlight of this whole section. It also bridges part of the gap between how Bail from being a Senator from Alderaan became trustworthy partner of the Jedi that eventually leads to him becoming the father of Princess Leia. An ordinary book with an extra ordinary section. "Senator Organa" "Yes, master" "Rise" Must read for everyone. ![]() October 16 Tiger, Tiger, burning brightTiger, Tiger, burning bright In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, Tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? - William Blake (1757-1827) October 15 The parable of a Wise ManLong time back, two brothers came to a wise man to get their dispute resolved. The wise man, being wise, asked each of them to relate their story individually and asked the other to keep quiet when one was speaking. The elder brother started, "Our father was a crook and a thief". The other nodded at his brothers statement, but kept quiet. The wise man asked the elder brother to explain his statement. He continued, "We were a poor family when we were growing up. Our father worked in a train and locomotive workshop. After his shift was over, our father would take pieces of scrap metal like copper, brass, steel etc and bring them home by hiding them in his lunch box". The younger brother, kept quiet but he nodded at the right statements, showing his agreement to what his elder brother was saying. "The metal that our father brought home, was sometimes sold to buy food, clothes or other things for the family", elder brother said. "Over time, some extra pieces of metal started accumulating in one of the old rooms downstairs. And by the time our father retired, the room was half full of scrap metal which was worth a fortune. Our father died few months back and we now have a dispute on division of the scrap metal. We would like you to help us". The wise man looked at the younger brother and asked if he had anything to add to his brothers statement. The younger brother said, "Nothing much, except that we would really like this to get resolved soon". After much thinking, the wise man told them that it is up to them to do what they want. He added that they can divide using a third person to evaluate the worth and then divide accordingly or just divide on faith that even if one of them gets a bigger chuck, it is going to his own blood and not worry too much about the money. The two brothers left and the wise man went deep into thought. After recollecting his thoughts for few minutes, he stood up as if made his mind about something and walked away. He never met the two brothers again. Now, if you are with me so far, then this parable may sound incomplete. I will complete it for you. This incident actually occurred circa 1977, and it deeply moved the wise man. Years later, when the wise man's son grew up, he told him what decision he made that day. He told his son, "The two brothers started their case by stating that their father was a crook and a thief. This is the most disrespecting way in which they remembered their father. Their father’s act may be wrong, but his intentions were selfless. He killed his conscious to make sure his kids do not see the hardships they would". "That day, my son, I made up my mind that I want you to remember me in good light and never feel ashamed of how I led my life. I also made another decision that I will not let a single penny be spent on my son which I have not earned legitimately. My actions should never be cause of shame to my descendants. Through my actions, I want you to remember me with pride that I am your father and you are my son". Allow me to add another twist to the story. The wise man I am referring to is my father (yes ... I think he is very wise). Of course, you may have figured out, it was me to whom he said these things. Who were the two brothers, you ask. Well, I will keep that to myself. Every time I think about this incident and look back, I am filled with pride and respect for my dad as to how he made that decision and changed his entire life around me. He has always (yes always) been my conscience - told me the right thing, whether I wanted to do it or not. Now, I have my own kids. Every time I look at them, my heart fills with the fire that burnt in my dad’s heart. I am motivated to be like my him. Barring the teenage years of my kids (where I am expecting they would hate me anyways), I hope they feel a sense of pride in me as I do for my dad, when they grow up. A friend once asked me, "What makes you a good parent?" After thinking about it for few minutes, I answered, "The fear. The fear that you may fail as a good parent, makes you a good parent". Find that special little devil in your life, give them a hug. If you don't have one yet, remember ... they are little angels. October 04 "Badi Waddi Chipak Hai"The title of this section is the dialogue from Akshay Kumar starrer "Singh is Kinng". If I tell some of you to go watch this movie, many of you (as in the past) are going to criticize me for recommending such a brainless movie. But hey, that’s the whole thing. If in today's stressful life, if you can get 2.5 hours of brainless fun and laughter, it is worth it. Don't raise those eyebrows. If you do not agree to the above statement, check out the ka-ching that this movie has brought in. Singh is Kinng is one of the highest grosser of this year in India. That’s saying something. What exactly worked for the movie? First, there are not many movies about sardars (no, I am not being biased, it is just an outsider opinion). On the contrary, Akshay may have started a trend – Salman is playing a farmer from Punjab in Heroes. Second, the movie has this "fantastic" story - journey of a simpleton to come of age and bring an end to evil, one of the oldest formula in the greatest of stories (Lord of the Rings, Eragon, Journey to the Center of the Earth, Count of Monte Cristo, to name a few). Third, the movie was made a little more authentically - in terms of the Punjabi language and the dialect that was used. You can easily get the feel for the “fake” dialect. Fourth, an amazing marketing campaign. The marketing campaign reminds of Sony Picture's marketing of Spiderman which they did so well that the movie was the biggest hit of the year too. Finally, Singh is Kinng never took itself seriously. The crew never aimed at making a critically acclaimed movie, they just made a fun movie. And the Box Office collections speak for itself. Ka-ching. As much as I enjoyed the movie, still I cannot watch it more than 50 times (which I have). Yes … I have seen the movies more than 50 times now. The dialogs have become part of jokes between me and Gitanjali lately. When Danish is always trailing Gitanjali, I tell her that Danish "chhoti moti nahin, badi waddi chipak hai". So why did I end up watching it 50 times - because of Khushi. If you have kids, you will probably know what I am going to tell you. Give them a DVD, and they watch it over and over and over and over and over again. If I am watching an hour long movie, it might take about 2 hours to finish since Khushi will skip forward, go back, repeat scenes over and over again. Don't get me wrong, this is the way kids learn; in fact this is the way everyone learns - repetition (remember when your mom told you to learn the tables by repetition). Back to our movie, some very memorable dialogues: "Kar lai $%#@ kar lai, bhaaa" "Angrayiyaan lai riha kanjar" "Lai, kar lao gheo nu bhanda" "Kinng, thonu nahin pata, eh koi chhoti moti nahin, badi waddi chipak hai" To add to the whole mix, music is modern - reggae, R&B, rap mixed into Indian instruments. Daler Mehndi, Mika, Hard Kaur, Shreya Ghoshal, Labh Janjua and last but not least Rahat Fateh Ali Khan and Snoop Dogg have provided some vocals to the soundtrack. Movie is shot across three continents, some really nice wide angle scenes of Egyptian Pyramids can be seen. I will close this with saying that if you are looking for a thought provoking film, please look somewhere else. If you want 2.5 hours of fun, watch this movie. If you have, you would know what I am mean. If not, maybe this email will make you want to watch. Ayez un reste gentil du week-end et au revoir. October 01 The Lay of the Last Minstrelby Sir Walter Scott Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored , and unsung. September 30 Time TravelWill man one day have the ability to travel through time? Let us begin by examining the effects of such an accomplishment. If we could travel to various time periods, we would most likely alter the entire time line irreparably. To put it simply, our existence would be a mess! There would be disruptions in temporal continuity. Many people would probably be "wiped out of existence" all together! There are still many other paradoxes that I have not yet mentioned, but shall explain in what follows. If one was to travel back in time and meet himself, what would happen? Would this individual be divided into 2 separate, yet identical beings? Or would the person grow rapidly younger and maybe even loose his memory of the time in which he was originally living? Could a person go back to a time before he was born? I believe that many problems would arise if this were attempted. First of all, how could the person exist, yet not exist at the same time? Here again is the possibility of growing younger while time traveling; going from your current age to a single cell, and then into NONEXISTENCE. Let us say, for example, that someone CAN travel to another time. This raises another question. If someone was in another time for 2 days and decided to go back to the time period from which he came, would 2 days have passed in his original time? Or, would he "disappear", spend these 2 days in the other time, and "reappear" instantaneously? I believe that it would be NEARLY instantaneous, though there may be a millisecond or microsecond difference. And what about the sensation of time travel? How could one handle the extreme conditions and sensations of it? Unless there is some sort of protective shield, I do not believe a human could handle the transient period from one time to another. Another thing; if time travel WERE created, wouldn't this present time line be messed up already. It seems that there are no massive sudden disappearances of people or parts of the time line for that matter that I know of! Unless, that is, these temporal paradoxes that we're all so worried about never happen. Maybe there are people right now walking among us from other times, and not saying anything about it. Maybe Tesla & Einstein were from other times! The next topic that comes to mind is the future. First of all, is/ are future events presently indefinite? I don't believe they are. I think that many major events in time are "planned" and definite, though we cannot know them now. Let's just say they WERE indefinite, just for the sake of argument. If we attempt to go into the future, we may just hit some kind of barrier. If we try to go past this barrier, we may be plummeted head-on into eternal non-existence in this plane. If the time line is planned, the alteration of it would have drastic repercussions. In my opinion, I believe that time travel shall never come into being. Let's leave the time line up to the supreme being. September 19 Nagi - The New SoundTHE BEGINNING Nagi – The New Sound Music is a universal language. It crosses the boundaries of language, religion and race. This is a humble collection of sounds from around the world, inspired by situations, places, actions, elements and feelings. It is a small first step in creating an international sound, hence the name - The Beginning. - JPS Nagi All the tracks listed below can be listened to and downloaded for free at http://www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp?AID=156858 The download may require you to sign up for a free account. If you do not wish to sign up, and still need the tracks, email me at jpsnagi@hotmail.com with preference of the format (MP3, iPod-AAC, WMA or OGG) and I can arrange to send it to you. Track List and Inspirations 1. The Fire and The Water Both Fire and Water are two very powerful and complimentary elements. These are awe inspiring. Sometimes they work against each other, sometimes they work together. They are woven into the very thread of life’s sustenance. This composition I have tried to capture my sense and feelings for these elements. It has a lot of complimentary sounds and effects that work in harmony. 2. Getaway The idea of a getaway came from the fact that I miss the idle country life around me. We are living in concrete jungles that we call cities. And then we look forward to run away to that special place where we feel complete. Getaway is my version of getaway from this jungle. The music is sharp and crisp that reminds me of running away from our busy lives and go to that special place we feel at home. This is slow number and has a soothing notes in the background. 3. Deja Vu How many times have we felt déjà vu. We think we have lived the same moment but at a different time. The actions seems to be same and familiar. But the events are displaced in time. This thought led to this composition. It has notes that are displaced in time, pitch and scale. It is like ... Deja Vu. 4. The Escape I composed The Escape with a thought in my mind. I was thinking of a man imprisoned (physically or mentally). And he wants to break away and fly from his cage. The idea of a breakaway from this prison, with pursuit, resistance and run that is closely followed is what provides the visual images in this track. The variations in the composition follow the very essence of escaping. I was thinking of high speed chases and finally reaching to safety. But then … is he safe yet? 5. World Percussion World Percussion is an experiment, a composition that uses the sounds from various countries, continents of the world. It unites world in a universal language of music. I have used sounds of modern and ancient percussions sounds known to man. I have tried to harmonize the beats of the native Congo drums with the modern Techno beat, the beats from the natives of Arabian and Thar Deserts with Jazz drums, Chinese Yang Chin with the Native American Apache Shaker. You will get sounds from the Tibetan Drums follow the beats of modern Acid Jazz drums. All the various percussions when put together seems to create an atmosphere which seems so harmonious and speaks in a language that does not need words. 6. Mriga Trishna - The Illusion Mriga Trishna - The Illusion: Mriga Trishna is the Hindi word for Mirage. The inspiration is the thirst of a deer who wanders about the desert in search of water but all he gets is just mirages and illusions of water. He sees a small pool of water and runs towards it only to find that it is nothing but sand. The pool is moved farther away. And it again runs for it. It can't give up; as neither its thirst nor will will let him. 7. Club Groove Club Groove. The name says it all. This is a mix with synths, drum and beats. Can be best enjoyed on a high volume and high bass. 8. The Himalayas Imagine being on the top of the world - The Himalayas, the highest mountain range. The place where the temperatures drop way below freezing point. Where survival becomes a challenge. But a place that is a wonder of the world, nothing but pure nature. Take a deep breath and join on a ride that traverse through the Great Himalayan Range and appreciate the sheer geographic diversity - from the verdant, forested valleys to the tropical jungles. 9. Phoenix (Track from next un-named album) Two beings did rise from the ashes of the Phoenix. They were the first two firebirds. All firebirds which are or were are their children. So, love breeds its own immortality. All things considered, that's the sort of immortality I'd rather have ... Tabbe le Fauve, Xanadu: Phelia's Tale Humne to Nisaar Kar Diya Dil (Here I offer my heart)Hum ne to nisaar kar diya dil, Here I offer my heart to her, This was the ibteda (beginning) of my love. A very important phase of my life; for this will decide my fate. If my heart is accepted, then aafreen, otherwise my name will join the list of aashiqs whose love story ended before it ever began. I have lost the count of days since I first saw her. It must have been years and years, I believe. I still remember when I saw that beauteous face for the first time. And all I could say was, Aap ko dekh kar dekhta rah gaya, I saw you and couldn’t take my eyes off, I have no words to tell you how beautiful she is. Her glowing face, her long raven tresses, her honey dripping voice, her graceful gait like a gazelle, and her hazel eyes. Yeh jafaaen gham ka chara, woh nijaat-e-dil ka aalam, This cures oppressive griefs, that delivers the heart, And not to forget those ruby red lips, Gharq-e-shaqar hue hain kaam-o-zabaan, My palate and tongue get honey drenched, And in this way my infatuation began. A strange feeling was all over me, Dil-e-nadaan tujhe hua kya hai? What ails thee, my silly heart? I was surrounded by her. She was in my dreams. She still is. I was restless. I started looking forward to seeing her each day; Wali has rightly said, Dekhna har subah tujh rukhsaar ka, To see your face every morn, One is highly intoxicated when in love. Radiance of light of love spreads its aura all around you. Iqbal farmaate hain, Anokhi waza hai saare zamaane se niraale hain, Strange are their looks, out-of-this world they seem! I then thought of expressing myself. And thanks to the “Benevolent Lord of the Three Worlds” who arranged that also, Baam par aane lage woh, samna hone laga, She now comes on roof top, face to face we stand, But these encounters were unable to put my restless heart to rest. I then pumped all my blood into my heart and approached her, one day. I stopped her. She stopped. Smiled. I opened my mouth and ark! nothing came out of it. Them I stammered & stuttered. Her beautiful radiant face and equally beautiful smile had left me speechless. And before she left, all I could think was, Mere dil ko kiya be-khud teri ankhion ne aakhir kon, Your eyes,at last, have entranced my heart, And all I could see was a drop of sweat, from her tresses trickled on her cheek and lo, how wondrous to see sun splashed over with dew. She again smiled and ran away. I stood there. Standing there. Still. And I told myself, Ibtadaae ishq hai, rota hai kya, It’s only the beginning, why dost thou groan? I was captured by the long and deadly roots of love. More I tried to free myself, more I got entangled in them, Yaad karna har ghari us yaar ka, Remembering my Love all the time, I was then avoided, tracks, streets, bazaars, changed on seeing me. I was sad, Muddat hui sajan ne dikhaya nahin jamaal, For long hasn’t my Love shown her beauteous face, And I wailed, Husn-e-be parwah ko khud bin-o-khud aara kar diya, Beauty self-oblivious has turned self- aware, The days were tiring; the nights long, Tum aae ho na shab-e-intzaar guzri hai, You haven’t come, nor has the night of waiting gone, Nobody heard my cry, but nothingness. All words were lost there. Days passed. Months passed. And even did the years. Nothing was exchanged between us. There was vast, immense, dark and dead silence. My heart was crushed, that was the first time I realized it. Tujhiko jo yaan jalwa farma na dekha, If here we see thee not immanent in thy grace, I had initiated. She had taken a step back. So I coiled all my feelings around myself. Meetings became scanty. On those rare occasions when we used to see each other, I would often think, Roya karenge aap bhi pahron isi tarah, You too shall weep for hours on end, if your Then the sky fell down on my head. She was in love with someone else. The sky had fallen over my head. The world must have reached qayaamat (end of the world). But, I could spare a smile for her, Donon jahaan teri mohabbat mein haar ke, Having lost both worlds in the game of love, Once, when I met her, I told her, Mera ji hai jab tak, teri justju hai, Your quest is my objective, as long as I live, And I was reminded of Ghalib’s great ghazal, Hazaaron khwaaeshen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle, Thousand of desires tantalizing one and all, And, with what else can I end but, Hum parwarsh-e-loh-o-qalam karte rahenge, We’ll keep on plying the pen on the page,
August 05 Policies and Procedures ...A study placed eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling. Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable. Sooner enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed with cold water, set upon him and beat him up. Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.
(This was sent as a part of those annoying chain mails, which I never forward. But this was too good not to be shared with the world. Thanks to the original author.) February 03 Richard Bach and Me (and her)What if space shifted and time bent and we could meet ourselves as we'll be twenty years from now? What if we could talk face-to-face with the people we were in the past, with the people we are in the parallel lifetimes, in alternate worlds? What would we tell them, and what would we ask? How would we change if we knew what waits beyond space and time? Heavy? Don’t worry, I’ll lighten everything up. The last time I wrote was when I fell in love … … with 'a book' … … and that too of philosophy of Plato. And my friend Ashu Garg, he wrote recently to me, saying so. My falling in and out of love is a story that stretches far back in time. I have fallen in love number of times and (luckily) fallen out of it till I found Gitanjali. Anyway, flashback. I recall one incident on the time-line during which my heart would skip a beat on seeing her. She was (and is) somewhat of a whizz-kid. The settings this time are shifted to the beautiful and serene Chandigarh. And that’s here that I fell in love for the second time (yes, it was my second crush). The city is beautiful, the climate – just right and she was absolutely stunning. What else is required? … … Richard Bach? … … Did I hear someone mention a name that sounded like some classical music composer of olden times whom my friend Misha would very often impress upon me to listen? And what the hell was this Richard Bach doing in my private and personal love story? Well, he was there. No way out of it and no denying of it. Richard Bach. The lines in the beginning of this piece are by him. I was studying in the local engineering school and she was there too. my junior (I hope everybody has guessed her by now). I fell in love with her, not at the first sight or first bite (as my good friend Mols would put it). But this happened over time, with some encouragement from Mols and other. she was his classmate. Slowly and steadily, the poison of love entered my thought my heart and into my head. “What a girl!” Lets skip some details of how I got to know her and all the stuff I did to make her notice me which she did, we’ll go directly to one incident of me with her. So flash-forward a little. I was sitting with her at her place, and we started talking about books (Oh my God! Save me.). I became an avid reader after that encounter, but at that time I would say I was … not a great reader and was likely not very comfortable discussing about them books. But anything for her. “Do you read?”, she asked. What a question. Of course I read. I did my schooling in a British Convent School, and yes ma’am I do read. “Yeah.” “What do you prefer in fiction?”, now wait a minute, what is fiction … … my mind was running its horses; fiction … fiction … yes - stories. “I prefer pulp.” In my mind I silently thanked Quentin Tarantino for making Pulp Fiction. If many of you have not guessed, I’m a movie-buff too. “Do you? What all authors have you read?” “I don’t read much. I prefer music and movies. But sometimes I read. I’ll tell you about the first novel I read (apart from my school). That was Sidney Sheldon’s If Tomorrow Comes. One of our family friends suggested it.” “So you like Sheldon in pulp?” Hmmm. OK, so Sheldon writes pulp … … “Yeah.” “Sonu, I’ve read many authors and many styles. Now I would like to read philosophy and some more meaningful writings. Have you heard of Richard Bach.” That was the first time in my life I heard about Richard Bach. Who was this Bach. Misha would often come to my hostel and put Bach’s compositions at very high volume … boring the hell out of all of us. But same man cannot be a philosophical or meaningful writer and a great composer at the same time (or could be, you never know). Richard must be someone else. “Yeah.” I was trying to be ecstatic, “Richard Bach. O my God! You should have told me; rather we should have talked about him earlier. Do you know my father reads a lot and Richard Bach is one of his favorite authors? Do you know that he has all of his famous books? I think 5 or 6 of them. But personally I would have skipped though 1 or 2, but his writing do not impress me much. Actually, I am more practical, so I prefer staying away from all that needs brains.” I was trying everything to win her. Now that I have made an easy way out of all the discussions that I could have gotten myself into, I’ll tell you about my father. Well he reads a lot … he reads jokes, newspapers and his immense collection of advanced calculus books. If you would ask him, he would say who is Richard Bach. He is all logic and no philosophy. He doesn’t even know if a man with such a name ever existed. “O really? Do you have all the Bachs? Well that’s wonderful. Have you read Jonaston Livingstone Seagull? Oh, I have read it long time back. It’s beautiful!” Jonaston Livingstone Seagull? Now what is this? Must be some seagull. “Oh yeah, it’s different. Unlike many stories we read in our day to day lives.” This is the most appropriate answer. For those articulate people who are very good in discussion, I think they would understand that at this point I must give discussion a new turn. “Yes Sonu, this small book really makes a difference in one’s life. After reading the book, one thing has become pretty clear in my mind, we are not here for mere earning our bread and butter. Life is all about exploring new heights, think about them till you reel under the pressure, dream about them and nurture them.” God help me. “I read it long time back. I was younger. So I never perceived it like that. Would you like to read it? I can get it to you.” Let’s get out of this seagull business, I was thinking myself. “I can get you the book. I have it in Amritsar.” “Can you?” there was twinkle in the eye and a beautiful smile on the face. I could have done anything at that time. “Sure. But its in Amritsar. Rather, I’ll get all his books, next time I’ll go to Amritsar. You can read them all.” “Oh thank you, Sonu. That’s so nice of you”. Oh yes, I am nice. And henceforth this man … … what’s his name – Richard Bach came to my young life. Well I stayed for some time and had some pakoras (fried fritters) with her while I was being given this dhobi patkaa about Richard Bach. Before taking leave, I promised her that next time I’ll go to Amritsar, I’ll get all of Bachs. It was 4’o clock in the afternoon when I left her place and it was Thursday. On my way back, I stopped in Sector 17 at Capital Book Depot. My friend Ajay’s dad is the owner of that shop (he became my friend after this Bach). I went to him and asked for Bach … Richard Bach. He looked at me from head to toe (“Don’t I look like one of those Richard Bach guys?”). He showed me to the shelf and I could see was a rack in front of me with all the Bach. He suggested Kahlil Gibran, if I was about to start with this kind of writings but I told him that I’d buy only Bach. He went away and I counted that six of the titles of this author were lying there. I brought all the six of them on the counter and asked Ajay for the price of all. He said they’d all cost me around Rs 800. And I had none in my pocket. I told him that I have no money with me but I would like to buy all of these tomorrow and he can keep a set aside for me. He said that would be no problem at all and that I can come anytime to buy them. Now to arrange Rs 800. In the evening, my parents called (they used to call me everyday, even today they call me almost everyday) and I told them that I was out of money and needed to pay some hostel dues and I also need to buy few books. My father never questioned me about money. He said that I can collect the money from the driver of a local bus service (Maharaja Travels) that runs between Amritsar and Chandigarh. Wonderful. The very next day around half past 10, I got the money. Two thousand rupees. Hit Capital Book Depot. Ajay recognized me, I think it was easy for him since I was wearing the same clothes that I was wearing the day before. He was surprised that I have come back for Bach. Many people do not turn out after they have asked the bookseller to keep some books aside for them. I bought the books, made the payments. That’s when Ajay and me came to know each other. I have bought many books after that from him. Over the weekend, I read Jonathan Livingston Seagull, One, There's No Such Place As Far Away. So now I knew who is Richard Bach. Then I started with Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah and then later after 3 days I started with Biplane. Well I was through with five of his books. And then the one that remained was The Bridge Across Forever: A Love Story. On Friday Misha came. Misha’s eyes twinkled at the sight of these books. He saw all the books lying scattered in my room. His expression was of a clown who gets struck by a baseball (or cricket) bat and passes out with the smug happy expression on his face. “Sardarji, theek thaak ho (surdy, are you alright)?” was his instant question. After much dodging around, I ended up telling him the truth. Now it was easy to talk to him. Needless to say, Misha had read almost all the books. We had a nice discussion. “After reading the book, one thing has become pretty clear in my mind. we are not here for mere earning our bread and butter. Life is all about exploring new heights, think about them till you reel under the pressure, dream about them and nurture them.” I repeated what she had said to me. Misha had his own ideas, “ It also tells us that to follow freely the promptings of heart, one must not conceal from oneself that life is coarse and ruthless in its own wayward course. The book is a bid to rekindle the sleeping Jonathan Livingston Seagull in all of us. Through the seagull, the author explains this to us and takes us to the finer nuances of life. What does a man need? We always think of common things - bread, butter and a bed to sleep on. After reading the book, you will see that there is more to life than those. You don't have to simply live for them. How about bringing a pose of roses for your beloved from the stiff cliffs of Alpine, when roses are out of season. This book will teach and prompt you to do that.” I was impressed. Misha, the great. Now I can talk about this author. “This book packs into a few short pages a plethora of universal truths. It is a simply written tale of the nature of purpose and of perfection. It’s a story of freedom and thought and immortality that ought to inspire even the most stubborn pessimists and nay-sayers.”, I added as now I understood it better. Misha made himself comfortable in my room (as he always used to do). Many ideas were exchanged over lunch and over evening tea. Misha wore the same smug expression and was also enjoying every moment of it. He started another thread of discussion, “There's No Such Place as Far Away, now that is an amazing piece. When she was about to turn five, a little girl named Rae Hansen invited Richard Bach to her birthday party. Though deserts, storms, mountains, and a thousand miles separated them, Rae was confident that her friend would appear. There's No Such Place As Far Away chronicles the exhilarating spiritual journey that delivered Rae's anxiously awaited guest to her side on that special day – and tells of the powerful and enduring gift that would keep him forever close to her heart. Richard Bach's inspiring, now – classic tale is a profound reminder that miles cannot truly separate us from friends ... that those we love are always with us – every moment of the infinite celebration we call life.” I was getting ideas too. as I said, “This is one of those rare books that has a timeless message and a simple beauty which belie its brevity. You can read this book in ten minutes. And, you can re-read it a hundred times and feel differently about it each time. Consider it the abridged Jonathon Livingston Seagull or Illusions, but don't think of it as leaving out anything of importance. I particularly like this book because, in a few minutes, it helps me remember some of the simple truths of life – that time and space cannot separate us from the one's we love. Besides that, it has some fantastic water-color illustrations which I found enjoyable to simply view.” “Yes, exactly. Very true, very true”, Misha said sipping his tea. I wanted to explore more. “And Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. In the cloud-washed airspace between the cornfields of Illinois and blue infinity, a man puts his faith in the propeller of his biplane. For disillusioned writer and itinerant barnstormer Richard Bach, belief is as real as a full tank of gas and sparks firing in the cylinders...until he meets Donald Shimoda--former mechanic and self-described messiah who can make wrenches fly and Richard's imagination soar.... In Illusions, the unforgettable follow-up to his Richard Bach takes to the air to discover the ageless truths that give our souls wings: that people don't need airplanes to soar...that even the darkest clouds have meaning once we lift ourselves above them... and that messiahs can be found in the unlikeliest places--like hay fields, one-traffic-light midwestern towns, and most of all, deep within ourselves.” Misha had something to say too. “The best part is the thought-provoking dialogue between a guy named Richard and a real Messiah. This story will change you if it ever get into your head.” Misha left for home later in the evening. That night, I finished Biplane. It was first time in my life I felt there is more than Sidney Sheldon to life. There is Richard Bach. Oh what a writer. I was doing it all because of her. Did you guys think I forgot her, talking about Misha and Richard Bach? Of course not. And all these days, I must tell you, I was meeting her everyday and we talked and chatted a bit – but not Richard Bach. During the next weekend I finished with The Bridge Across Forever: A Love Story. Bach wrote of a man haunted by the ghost of a wise, mystical, lovely lady who lived just around the corner in time. This story tells of his quest to find her. His search for his dreamed-of soulmate, his detour into wealth and success, and his ultimate meeting with the woman with whom he has found love and enchantment. If you've ever felt alone in a world of strangers, missing someone you've never met, you'll find a message from your love in this book. Isn't it amazing how our life is so in our faces yet we are too blind to see? This reconnects to the hummings from my inner self and not the moaning of the outside world. When we are finally at one, awake, and aware who knows maybe we can all have it. We get the answers all the time but we push them away for whatever reason. An inspiration to love beyond this life. Well, I had read it all and was ready to talk to anyone about this author. All this to get the attention of that someone special. Over the next weekend, I went to Amritsar to meet my parents. Spent some time with them. Met couple of friends. Missed her. Travelled back to Chandigarh. On Monday, I met her in the department. After daily greetings, I told her that I had brought the books she wanted. She was happy to know that and seeing her happy, I was happy too. That evening I took the books to her place and gave it to her. And even suggested the one’s she should read first and the one’s that are to be savored last. She read them in about 10-12 days time. I had continued to meet her wherever I could and even discussed the books individully with her (thanks to Misha). She was happy to know that I had read them all. She was impressed by my versions and understanding of these writings (I think). Afterwards, she suggested many more books to me and many more she demanded (the one’s she wanted to read and Ajay happily supplied me with them (of course not free). And that how I came to know about Richard Bach. As I write this, I see that set of books in front of me. As I look back, sometimes I think I was making a fool of myself, and at other times, I think that she has to be thanked at some point for making me a more ferocious reader. I have read hundreds of books since, needless to say even more heavier than Richard Bach. But these books have a special place in the time line of my life. It was fate, destiny or her, but in the end, she did make a difference in my life, and my reading. Wherever she is in the world, I hope she is reading some new book, or maybe she is reading the ‘life’ itself. June 1999, February 2008 Copyright JPS Nagi, 2008 Black DogsThe ambience is New Delhi and the time - the summer of 97. A year earlier, I was new to Delhi. Fate brought me to the big city to seek better career. Then I got a job. I was working as Marketing Executive in Siemens Ltd. I was lucky enough to start my career in such a big company. Gave me immense confidence and an open outlook. I being new to the work culture and in an attempt to prove my mettle, worked hard. Sometimes I would work as much as two people. I would work till the late hours. I was challenging mine and my boss's limits of working. So my boss was happy with me. Since I had not developed a habit of saying no to anyone, I was often given more work than my share. So this would lead to be overwhelmed at times with my work. Few times was fine and then I realized that I had to say 'no' and I took courage and said so. My boss didn't take it well and frowned a little. For next few days, the tension between both of us rose and we were both feeling uneasy in each other's presence. I talked to my father about it (who happens to call me every night wherever I am till today). On that night I was even thinking about resigning. I was really upset. That day onwards, I started having what is called as bad-days in the corporate slang. At times, my spirits would be down when I reach home. I was living in Delhi with my brothers. Had couple of Bhabhi's (sisters-in-law). So the middle one of my bhabhi's was really concerned (they were three). She would often say, "Forget about him (the boss) and sleep now."; but I guess she started sensing the troubled times I was going through. One day a cousin of mine lands up in Delhi who has a fine knowledge of palmistry and astrology. Our family generally seeks his help in many occasions (yes it is a common in India). I was in the office and my bhabhi told him about my problem with my boss and asks if he can be of some help. He gives a call to me at my office and after salutations and all, he asks about my time of birth. I tell him. That night when I reach home, my bhabhi and my cousin were waiting for me. After freshening up and dinner, I sat with my nephews for their homework. That’s when my bhabhi who is in the other room calls me, "Sonu, idhar aanaa. (come here)" As I look back, I laugh at the scene in the room. My cousin with all his papers and stuff spread in front of him, with some weird kind of charts drawn on the sheets of paper filled with some strange symbols. I knew it was someone’s janampatri (horoscope). Eventually, I found that that it was mine. My bhabhi starts telling me that she talked to my cousin about my difficulty to get along with my boss and has asked my cousin to find some upaaye (an astrological solution). For the whole day my cousin worked on it and made all the calculations for me. I told them that I was fine and it is just a phase, will pass. and don’t really needed an upaaye. But … I was rendered speechless. I sat there with a blank face. I was telling myself that this may be a thicker soup than it seems that I have finally found myself in. It was almost quarter to 11 at night and I was getting bored looking at my cousin doing some calculations, referring to his red book and asking me few small questions now and then. Besides that whenever I would try to say something, my bhabhi would signal me to keep quiet and not to disturb my cousin in his calculation. Then around 11:30 at night, my cousin lifts his head and I was looking at a face that was very happy and confident that he shall be able to help me out of it. He tells me that my present boss and I do not get along very well. Wow, thats was very psychic, I thought. He further explained, it was due to that fact that we do not have astrological compatibility (yes the compatibility in India is tested at every point). And he made a prediction, that I will ultimately quit this job. I was quiet amused and surprised and filed with slight feeling of frustration. He was telling me what everyone knew and maybe predicted that if the things continue the way they were, I would quit this job. My cousin noticed my uncanny expression, but ignoring it he carries on and explains to me that my boss is a "dog" who is barking and pushing my good fortune away from me. I argue against him being a dog, he explains that he has the astrological characteristics of a dog. And I'll have to pacify that dog inside him and then he shall be most helpful to me for my career. Otherwise, he will continue the way he was. On and on he went for next 20 minutes or so. And finally after all the details, he suggests upaaye. He suggested that I should every morning feed few black dogs with biscuits (Indian cookies) and things will be fine. I thought it was funny, and at the same time, a part of me what thinking ... hmmm this could be fun, and I can test the theories out (or maybe I thought this would be a good story someday to write about). Anyway, I tried to hide what was on my mind. I owed it to my bhabhi for the concern she has shown. I patiently listened to my cousin. I also argued that in the morning I have to drive 2 hours to my office, and I'm not not going to look for a black dogs and be doing any such thing as feeding them biscuits. I would get late for work. My bhabhi tells me to keep mum and listen to my cousin. I listened. In the end my cousin suggests bhabhi that if I'm little reluctant in doing so, she should keep some biscuits aside after I touch them in the morning and feed them to the passing dogs in the street. She agreed that this may work out to be the best option. It was way past my bedtime and I was feeling sleepy and so all of us retire to bed. The next morning dawns. I get ready for the day and when I'm about to leave, my bhabhi stops me and hands over a packet of Glucogold biscuits and asks me to throw it to some black dog I encounter on my way. This was getting a little out of hand I thought. When I said that I'm not going to do it, she opens the packet and takes my hand, and puts it on all the biscuits, and keeps the biscuits in a separate bowl. I wipe off my hand and drive off. This carried on for about a month and everything was fine. As far as boss was concerned, I think the tension had subsided a bit and it was better than before. If it was due to the black dogs enjoying the Glucogold biscuits or anything else, I can not say. Then probably the stray black dogs stopped coming to our street and that's when my trouble started. One fine morning, she told me to take the biscuit packet with me. I was quiet reluctant to do it. So she tried her brahmastra (ultimate weapon), and asked me if I would do the same if my mother asked. If anyone has grown up in India, you would understand that there is no way out of this brahmastra. I then took the packet from her and went on my way to work. I think it was a lucky day as I encountered a lonely (maybe hungry) black dog within few yards from home. I gave it whole of the packet. It was quiet embarrassing as there were couple of elderly people stopped and stared at me. We all smiled and I went on my way to work. This was the starting of it. Every morning bhabhi would give me a packet of Glucogold biscuits to feed the black dogs. She, somehow or the other, would make me take it and let the stray black dogs have a party every morning. Mind it, that sometimes these dogs also get to enjoy the Krackjack, or Monaco or some other brand. I am sure they were all getting healthier, to get at least one guaranteed square meal everyday. There would always be more than just the black dogs. There would be browns, the grays, the spotted and many other colors. Within few days most of these dogs became familiar with me and would wag their tails when I approached them. It was not just the dogs, even some of the bystanders, elderly folks, some shopkeepers, and others who knew me by now. My nephews and nieces had started calling me Kaale Kutton Waale Chacha Ji (Uncle with black dogs). It was amusing, most of the time. Above all, my relations with my boss were improving. Then one day, the municipal corporation (local city administration) came and took all the stray dogs to the pound. That was the day which filled my life with some difficulties to find the black dogs. Every morning, I would ride on my scooter, formally dressed, hunting for the black dogs. It was getting difficult to find them, I was waking up earlier every morning so that I get to reach office in time. Then I started to carpool to office with one of my friends. It was quiet hilarious the first time I told him what all was going on with biscuits and black dogs. we had a blast laughing in his car. From then on, he also started to help me spot some black dogs if he saw one. If we happen to find no black dog, we would eat the biscuits by ourselves. Once my friend even suggested that I should give them to my boss for he is the ultimate dog we are trying to tame. I listened and did offer few biscuits to my boss; and he did eat few. It was very funny. On my way to my friend’s place, I would see a black dog and would stop my scooter near it. Now hearing the screech of brakes, the dog would get scared and run away. I would put my scooter on stand and run after the dog and seeing me running after them some of them used to run far away and faster. Few of them would growl back and bark at me. Other times, they would not let me come closer to them and few even ran after me and I would run towards my scooter. At times, I threw the biscuits they would get frightened and run away (maybe thinking I am trying to hit them with something). I couldn't help in such cases as the biscuits were plied on by cars or scooters. Some of the dogs would stay there only and I would throw them some biscuits. Couple of dogs would run after me wanting more. Ultimately I was getting a familiar figure in the dog society. Once I almost got bitten by a dog who wanted more. Now that I think about it all it is very funny especially for people watching someone running after the dogs to feed them, early each morning. People on the street would stop to see this formally dressed executive looking guy dealing with the dogs. Few would laugh at me and walk away. Couple of them even started recognizing me and we started exchanging greetings. The school children waiting for their bus on the roadside also started recognizing me and many would point towards some dog sitting nearby which I could not locate. The roadside beggars would say, "Bauji, abhi abhi ek kala kutta us taraf gaya hai" (Sir, a black dog ran away in that alleyway few seconds back). I would turn my scooter on that road. So my social circle was increasing, among the people and most of all, the dogs. This was carried on for about three months or so. Many times during this period, I would get late for office. I was too embarrassed to give an alibi that I was looking for and feeding black dogs. But things were carried on. When I used to get late, my boss would get upset, again. Over time, I stopped it. And even my bhabhi forgot about it. When I think about it today, I couldn't help laughing about it. It was really hilarious - specially my encounters with the black dogs. And about my boss, well he is not my boss any longer, as I left that job to find a new one. You may say it was predicted, but then, well it was very predictable. My relations with my boss did improve, and he over time also realized that there is more to life than just work. I don't know whether it was because of the biscuits or something else. He is one of the most hard working person I have met in my life so far. His passion for his work was commendable. And he also expected people working with him to give as much as him to their jobs. I learned a lot from him professionally and personally. He showed me how one can be passionate about his work, and how one person can make a difference in a company. The lessons I learned while working under him are going to last for a lifetime. I believe that I need to thank him for the path he showed me, making my life a little better, enjoyable in Delhi. Or should I say, thanks to him, few black dogs enjoyed a nice breakfast for some time. Saturday, February 20, 1999 Copyright, JPS Nagi 2008 October 04 Shaheed Bhagat SinghIn a midwinter afternoon in 1928, an Indian dressed eloquently in long overcoat, and a formal British attire of the times, walked towards the Lahore railway station. He was wearing expensive clothes, well groomed and wore a mustache as the only facial hair. The mustache was turned up on the ends showing his pride, the head was adorned by a suede hat turned on a side in style. He was closely followed by a lady carrying a small child. The lady was dressed as someone from rich Indian class. Three poor looking servants were carrying their luggage and following them. On their way from the horse cart to train station, they were stopped by the few British officers. Police asked for their identity cards, upon checking and satisfied, they let them go. One of their servants fell behind while carrying a heavy load. He was stopped by the officers. When the Sahib realized one of his servants was stopped, he turned around and kicked his servant. Follow us closely, he told him in anger. Officers were shocked at the sudden reaction by the Sahib, happy the way he was treating the poor servant, smiled at him and let the servant go. Indian Sahib asked the officers why the security is so tight on the railway station. Officers replied that they are looking for a young Sikh guy who had murdered J. P. Saunders, a Deputy Superintendent of Police few days back. The sahib bid them good luck and walked towards the train going out of Lahore smiling and amused. Earlier in 1928, the British government created a commission under Sir John Simon to report on the current political situation in India. The Simon Commission was boycotted by all Indian political parties because it did not include a single Indian as its member and it was met with protests all over the country. The commission arrived in Lahore on October 30, 1928, Lala Lajpat Rai led the non-violent march as a protest against the commission. But the police responded with violence and the police Superintended Scott beat Lala Lajpat Rai severely while the rest of the police force tried to keep the remaining protestors at bay. Lala Lajpat Rai later succumbed to his injuries. Among the people who were kept away from Lala ji was Bhagat Singh, a mere young man of 21 years of age. Bhagat Singh was born to a family of freedom fighters in 1907. In his teen years he read ferociously about the European revolutions and developed communist viewpoint. During that time he believed strongly in Gandhi's Non-Cooperation Movement. In 1922, at Chauri Chaura, few British officers attacked few members of demonstrators of for the Gandhian movement. In retaliation, the remaining party members attacked the police chowki (police station) and set it ablaze. When Gandhi heard of the incident, he called off the movement. Bhagat was about 14 years of age then, and he was disappointed when the movement was called off. He felt strongly that one should have right to defend one self. He had escaped his home to avoid an early marriage and later joined National College at Lahore where he excelled in studies and dramatics. When questioned later why he ran away from home, he told him mother that he is already married. She was shocked, and relieved when he said he is married to freedom and will one day bring home his bride. During his years at National College, he became a member of Naujawan Bharat Sabha (Youth Society of India). He became popular and joined the Hindustan Republican Association who was bringing awareness among youth to fight for their freedom. He started writing for freedom newspapers in Urdu and Punjabi. He later organized a meeting of all the revolutionaries from all over India which was held under the name Kirti Kissan Party (Working Farmers Meet). He met and got highly influenced by Lala Lajpat Rai. Bhagat was one of the eyewitnesses of Lala ji being beaten by Police Superintended Scott during the Simon Commission protest. They were shouting slogans "Simon Commission Waapis Jayo" (Simon Commission Go Back) with their banners saying the same in 4 different languages. Three weeks later, Lala ji died from the head injuries he received. Bhagat was highly moved by this incident and decided to avenge his death. Bhagat joined other revolutionaries - Shivaram Rajguru, Jai Gopal and Sukhdev Thapar in a plot to kill the police chief. They watched the movements of Scott for days. The plan was that Jai Gopal who was posing as a street side vendor, would signal when Scott comes out of the police station in Lahore and Bhagat was supposed to shoot. Sukhdev and Rajguru were supposed to cover him and shoot Scott when required. On the day of the planning, a British Police officer in a large hat came out of the police station and Jai signaled his fellows. Bhagat fired a shot and pistol rang out in the heart of Lahore. Some guards outside the police station ran in to get guns. In the mean time Sukhdev and Rajguru joined Bhagat and the three emptied their pistols in the officer lying dead on the ground. It was then that they realized that the officer was not Superintendent Scott, but it was his deputy - J.P. Saunders. The three looked around to see if Scott would come out, but they saw guards coming out of the station with guns. The three ran in different directions. Guards got confused whom to follow. and they split after them. The confusion of the police and gave them few extra minutes to escape. The days that followed, police searched almost every house in Lahore. Somehow the three of them stayed hidden to a pre planned location. When the police searches were conducted, they moved to a home of a fellow revolutionary - Batukeshwar Dutt, his wife and their kid. The three were treated as part of the family during the next few days. Police was getting strict in their searches. On one of the nights, while gazing at the heavens, Bhagat came down hurriedly, and took off his turban and cut his hair using a scissors, He asked his friends for razor and shaved off his beard. He kept his moustache and shaped it to turn up on the ends. "This is my pride" he said. Sukhdev and Rajguru were surprised, as he shaved his beard and cut his hair, a violation of one of the sacred tenets of Sikhism. His answer was "My religion is my country. What kind of religious person am I when I can not get my motherland out of the chains of slavery." He obtained some clothes that looked like upper class Indian clothes and a hat. The wife of his fellow revolutionary posed as his wife with a kid, the remaining three as their servants and they made their escape from the Lahore train station via train. The officers who checked their identities did not realize that the family of Sahib that just passed was in fact the very person they were looking for. The police searched more and found no traces of Bhagat Singh. He has excaped right under their noses. During the weeks that followed, British government enacted the Defence of India Act to give more power to the police. The Act was to combat revolutionaries like Bhagat Singh and was defeated in the council by one vote. However, the Act was then passed under the ordinance that claimed that it was in the best interest of the public. Bhagat Singh's Hindustan Socialist Republican Association planned to explode a bomb in the assembly where the ordinance was going to be passed. The idea was to create noise and make people aware of this act so that they can protest against it. Chadrashekhar Azad attempted to stop Bhagat Singh from carrying out the bombings indicating that assembly would difficult to escape from. Bhagat response was why they would want to escape, when they can get more attention and awareness. Seeing all arguments fail with Bhagat and others have made up their mind too, Azad gave up. It was decided that Bhagat Singh and Batukeshwar Dutt would throw the bombs in the assembly and then distribute pamphlets which discuss the Act to bring awareness. April 8, 1929 is when Bhagat and Batukeshwar entered the assembly silently. And when the act was brought up, they stood up, and threw noise makers in the corridors of the assembly and shouted Inquilab Zindabad! (Long Live the Revolution!). They opened the front of their overcoats which revealed colorful leaflets talking about the Act and started showering and handing out the leaflets. They stood there and waited to be arrested, as they knew the escape would surely kill them due to the security outside the assembly. The bomb neither injured nor killed anyone, Singh and Dutt claimed that they used a noisemaker, a claim later confirmed by British forensics, that the bomb was not powerful enough to kill or injure anyone. Still they were sentenced to Transportation for Life for the bombing on June 12, 1929. The trial followed for the bombings and eventual involvement with Saunders killing was brought to light too. Bhagat Singh, Rajguru, and Sukhdev were charged with the murder. The rest of the members of their party were also captured one by one and they were all tried together. Bhagat Singh decided to use the court as a tool to publicize his cause for the independence of India and bring the awareness among the youth. They admitted to the murder and made statements against the British rule during the trial which were highly publicized in both British and Indian papers. Singh would quote past European revolutions and British Law and Policies. He would argue how they were wrong and how the British should learn from the history of their continent. Due to their anti-British arguments in the trial, the case was ordered to be carried out without the convicted being present at the hearing. This decision was met with an uproar among their followers as the public was now waiting to hear his views. In jail, Bhagat and others led a hunger strike advocating for the rights of prisoners and undertrials. British jails at that time were treating murderers and thieves better than political prisoners, who, by law, were meant to be given better rights. The strike lasted more than two months and they eventually got better food for political prisoners, books and a daily newspaper. The British also agreed to provide better clothing, hygienic living conditions. He also demanded that political prisoners should not be treated to forced labor. British succumbed to their wishes which resulted in making Bhagat famous outside the prison walls beyond Punjab. His popularity grew in the subcontinent among the young Indians whom he had inspired. People started to ask to be treated better from their British masters. Being a ferocious reader from his young years, he devoured books in prison. He also kept a diary. He would read different books and note down quotations that he liked in his diary. He became friends with the jailor and other officers due to his good behavior. He befriended a homicide murderer who is said to have been influenced by him. He would sit down and have long talks with him. He turned from a heartless murderer to a person who was praying day and night to spare Bhagat's life. The numerous supporters had been protesting against the hanging. Bhagat's parents were struggling emotionally outside the jail. They had pride in their eyes from the revolution their son had started and also sadness from the upcoming loss. Bhagat had met his parents and sister earlier that day. His mother was last to see him. He asked forgiveness from his mother as he had not brought home the bride he had promised her. He also asked her not to cry when he is gone. "You are a brave mother who gave up his son to mother India for a bigger motive. You are an example of the big heart of an Indian mother who has given birth and blessed me. You might be loosing one son, but when you look up, you will see thousands more sons. And the mother of such brave sons can not be crying over the loss of just one", he had told her. To avoid any violent protest by the supporters who had camped outside the prison for few days, it was decided to hang the three of them at 7 pm the night before they were due. The hanging which used to take place in the morning, was proponed by more than 12 hours. When the jailor came to fetch him, there were tears in his eyes when he told Bhagat "It is time." Bhagat was reading Karl Marx's book and he complained that if they had decided to hang him per schedule he would have finished the book. Sukhdev and Rajguru also joined, their hands tied behind their back. As they walked, their heads were held high in esteem, and they were all singing "Mera Rang De Bansanti Chola" (Dye my clothes saffron). This song has been passed on to generation and became a cult song in the hearts and minds of Indians. When they were about to be hanged, they refused to cover their heads. Their last wish was to untie their hands so that they can embrace one another. Police obliged and they were given their last freedom. They hugged and congratulated one another on having achieved the honor of dying for their motherland. Then they stepped forward and kissed the rope when they placed it around their necks themselves. There was smile on their faces and a hope for a free nation. They held each others hand and shouted "Inquilab Zindabad". "Inquilab Zindabad" was heard from inside the jail at 7 pm on March 23, 1931. The shouts sounded happy and joyful. This was the signal of the final curtain dropping. The deathly silence that followed both inside and outside the prison was broken by his sister’s wails. Bhagat's mother and father did not cry. They held their heads high with pride to have given their son in a struggle to free their motherland. The bodies were smuggled out of the jail by the police who feared that the dead bodies will instigate violence protests. The bodies were cremated by the police (some say cut and then cremated) at Hussainiwala on banks of Sutlej River. Bhagat Singh's death had the effect that he desired and he inspired thousands of youths to assist the remainder of the Indian independence movement. After his hanging, youths in regions around Northern India rioted in protest against the British Raj. The Raj made Bhagat a martyr and wrote his name in golden letters in India's independence struggle. On the banks of Sutlej River where he was cremated, the Bhagat Singh Memorial commemorates freedom fighters of India. A ceremony is held every year there to commemorate that day. But the ceremony is celebration of youth - inspiring the new generations. There are dramatics contests, debates, singing competition, something Bhagat Singh would have enjoyed. "The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below; and not to realise truth, beauty and good only in contemplation, but also in the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment of democracy; universal brotherhood can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity - of opportunity in the social, political and individual life." - from Bhagat Singh's prison diary August 11 An Evening with Harry. Carrie and GarpCelebrated authors Stephen King, John Irving and J.K. Rowling read from their favorite works. Proceeds from the event will be shared by Doctors Without Borders and The Haven Foundation.
November 02 Lucy's Legacy: Uncovering Hadar's Most Famous HominidOn November 30, 1974, paleontologists Tom Gray and Donald Johanson were driving back to camp after mapping a site in Hadar, Ethiopia when Dr. Johanson suggested they steer through a nearby gully instead of taking the usual route. When Johanson spotted a forearm bone, he halted the truck, only to spot a skull bone, ribs, a pelvis, and a lower jaw. That night, while celebrating the discovery, someone listening to the Beatles's "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" on the radio suggested naming the find "Lucy." Her skeleton was the first of 13 discovered in the gully, each around 3.2 million years old--the oldest evidence of human-like primates living in groups.
Formally known as Australopithecus afarensis number 288-1, Lucy is among the oldest of 300 individuals discovered at the Hadar site, all of the zoological family Homindae, a group of animals, including humans, characterized by an upright stance. Johanson could tell Lucy was bipedal for several reasons: her femurs were structured to let her balance on one leg at a time; her knee joints could support her full weight; and her vertebrae showed she had the curved spine essential for bipedalism. Her small size--Lucy would have stood 3 1/2 feet tall and weighed about 65 pounds--led researchers to conclude she was female, while her wisdom teeth proved she was adult.
At the time of Lucy's discovery, Johanson was regarded as an "upstart American" in a traditionally European field; his assertion that Lucy walked upright and could be classified as Australopithecus sparked fiery debates among paleoanthropologists. Some thought that Australopithecus Africanis was the "missing link," while other scientists disputed that Lucy walked on two legs. This debate cooled in 1976, when Mary Leaky discovered A. afarensis tracks in volcanic ash. Questions about Lucy's reconstruction were cleared up in 1991, when Bill Kimbel and Yoel Rak discovered a 70 percent complete A. afarensis skeleton.
Auroras: Why the Northern and Southern Lights GlowThe breakthrough that eventually allowed scientists to explain the northern and southern lights (bands of bright color also known as aurora borealis and aurora australis), happened by accident. In 1859, English astronomer Richard Carrington was sketching sunspots when he witnessed a large solar flare. He soon learned that a British observatory measured a simultaneous fluctuation in the Earth's magnetic field caused by the flare. Eighteen hours later, one of the most dramatic displays of northern and southern lights on record began. Scientists still could not explain what caused auroras, but they were now confident it had something to do with energy from the sun. A century later, observations from spacecraft confirmed that auroras occur when electrically charged "solar wind"--a stream of electrons and protons released by the sun--disrupts the Earth's magnetic field. Some of the solar energy slips through the field and enters the upper atmosphere, causing oxygen and nitrogen molecules to glow--just as electricity makes fluorescent lamps glow. The colors in auroras vary depending on the gas that's involved, which is also true of fluorescent lamps. Oxygen molecules tend to emit the greenish light that's common in auroras. Nitrogen is responsible for red, blue, and lavender hues. Auroras are most common near the North and South Poles, because that's where it is easiest for the solar wind to break through the Earth's magnetic field (they're reported less often in the south because that part of the globe is less populated). In rare cases, the auroral displays stretch into southern parts of Europe and the United States, but that happens only a few times per century during the strongest solar bombardments. The solar flare that Carrington saw in 1859, for instance, triggered a solar storm so strong that the northern lights were visible in Puerto Rico. June 13 Art Forms in Nature: Ernst Haeckel's LegacyLike Alfred Russell Wallace, the contemporary of Darwin who independently deduced natural selection, German scientist and artist Ernst Haeckel (1834-1919) has fallen into relative obscurity. But Haeckel, a free-thinking supporter of evolution, was nevertheless a very popular figure of his time, as well as a keen and patient observer of nature. Influenced by Darwin's theories and contemporary German idealism, Haeckel offered his own variation on evolutionary theory: the belief that individual organisms "recapitulated," or replicated, every evolutionary development of the species. After studying invertebrates for nearly six years, Haeckel became convinced that as organisms evolved, they became increasingly complex, a fact that was reflected in their tissues, if not in their outward appearance. From his close anatomical study of microscopic radiolarians, Haeckel deduced that all living things--from single-celled organisms to humans--exhibited symmetrical structures, and that symmetry was nature's most fundamental principle of unity, a "formula" for all organic life. He believed that as an organism evolved, its body would demonstrate richer symmetrical patterns. Haeckel's belief that organisms became increasingly complex led him to pose the "Biogenetic Law," the theory that an individual organism's development (ontogeny) corresponded directly with the development of the species (phylogeny). For example, metazoans go through a developmental stage called a gastrula, a ball of cells with an infolding that later forms the gut. Haeckel thought that at one time an organism called a "gastraea" existed that looked much like the gastrula stage of a metazoan's development. Haeckel thought this hypothetical ancestral metazoan gave rise to the rest of the multi-celled animals. For some animals, Haeckel thought the _expression of earlier evolutionary stages was subtler, but he insisted that every organism contained a record of all the adaptations accumulated through its evolutionary history, whether visible or not. All living things, Haeckel believed, could be traced back to a single, simple primordial form. While Haeckel's ideas generally have been discarded, he left a valuable legacy of written and illustrated material, including beautiful, detailed drawings of invertebrate anatomy collected in the book Art Forms in Nature. Haeckel's plates are imaginatively arranged to emphasize the rich symmetrical patterns he perceived as nature's unifying principle, and to stress the physical beauty he saw in nature's design. Martin Luther's Music: Soundtrack for the Protestant ReformationPeople generally don't associate music with the Protestant Reformation--or with Martin Luther (1483-1546), the German priest who, in 1517, triggered that ideological rebellion within the Catholic Church by nailing his 95 Theses to a church door in Wittenberg. Luther's chief complaint centered on the Church's willingness to forgive sins for a fee, a practice known as selling indulgences. However, he also sought reforms that would make worship more accessible to the masses, and he saw music as an important means for achieving this goal. An experienced musician, Luther believed that music had the power to raise worshippers to a spiritual plane where they could better experience God. He also considered music an educational tool, composing hymns to help children learn Bible stories, and employing repetition to make his lyrics--and the lessons they contained--easier to remember. It is widely accepted that Luther composed at least 36 hymns--though the exact number remains a subject of debate--and that he asked other musicians and composers to help him add to the stock of hymns available to worshippers. In 1526, he helped write a Mass in German for rural churches, where people knew little or no Latin, noting his desire to include as many German songs as possible and speculating that singing and worshipping in their native tongue would strengthen the faith of rural Germans by helping them to better understand Christian teachings. Luther composed one of his most enduring hymns, "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God," in the 1520s, at a time when he personally needed spiritual support. He feared that his son, Hans, and his pregnant wife, Katharina von Bora, would succumb to Bubonic Plague, the so-called Black Death that devastated Europe during the Middle Ages and Renaissance. As Luther composed and sang, however, he watched them gain strength, their eventual recovery helping to reinforce his belief in the spiritual value of music. Gestalt Theory: Christian von Ehrenfels Gets the Big PictureIn 1890, Austrian philosopher Christian von Ehrenfels (1859-1932) coined the term gestalt (German for "figure"), which later became the name of an important school of psychology. Ehrenfels, who had a keen interest in the arts, developed a theory that humans tend to perceive the whole over its constituent parts, a notion he had derived from observing how people appreciated music. Ehrenfels demonstrated that listeners heard more than a sequence of separate notes when a melody was played. They heard music, not discrete tones. Ehrenfels further demonstrated that listeners could recognize the same melody even when played in different keys, whereas someone just looking at the sequence of notes on paper might not. The ability to merge separate photographs into a running movie is another example of our tendency to recognize wholeness more readily than isolated fragments. Ehrenfels's System of Value Theory, published in 1898, applies his theory to human psychology. He suggests an individual's entire conscious experience (the melody) is shaped by the value a person places on various objects and his or her environment (the notes). In 1913, German psychologist Max Wertheimer developed Ehrenfels's ideas, and founded the school of Gestalt. While Ehrenfels had believed the parts were just as significant as the whole, Wertheimer believed the whole--or Gestalt--was far more important than its constituent parts. An individual's entire experience, argued Wertheimer, colors his or her thoughts and actions. Gestalt psychology, as it was developed further by Fritz Perls in the 1950s, takes into account the patient's social interactions and environment--with all of its unseen, irrational, and unknowable factors--to form a picture of the whole person. Gestalt psychology recognizes an individual's tendency to shape perception according to what he or she values; gestalt therapy encourages a patient to become conscious of the selective decisions he or she makes when assessing a situation, and to recognize what values motivate those decisions. May 19 When Continents Drift: The Implications of Wallace's LineBritish naturalist and explorer Alfred Russel Wallace independently invented the theory of evolution by natural selection in 1858, nearly scooping Charles Darwin, who published first. Nevertheless, Wallace's research led him to another important discovery, one that geologists still enshrine on their maps: Wallace's Line. While exploring the vast 2,500-mile Malay Archipelago, Wallace noticed what kinds of animals lived on each island as he traveled farther from the mainland peninsula. He found that he could draw a boundary down the narrow Macasser Straight, which runs a twisted course between the islands of Bali and Lombock, and between Borneo and the Celebes group. Wallace's Line--an ocean channel only 15 miles wide--separates tigers from marsupials and trogons from cockatoos. The animals on either side of it, he wrote in 1858, "differ as much as those of South America and Africa. Yet there is nothing on the map to mark their limits. I believe the western part to be a separated portion of continental Asia, the eastern the fragmentary prolongation of a former Pacific continent." Wallace had no way to observe the sea floor directly, and in his day nothing was known of tectonic plates. On the basis of animal distribution alone he deduced that the eastern island groups must have been separated from the western for much longer than any individual islands were separated from each other. A hundred years later, geologists and oceanographers found the reason and the proof: Wallace's Line traverses an area of intense crustal activity, where the northward-moving Australian plate interacts with the western-moving Pacific (Asian-derived) plate. In addition to bringing two different geographic clusters of animals and plants close together, the plates' enormous pressures on each other and on the Eurasian continent has given rise to the most concentrated volcanic activity on Earth. May 10 Confucius Gets FiredAfter toiling as a minor official in China for years, Confucius was named Minister of Justice in his home province, Lu, at about the age of 50. The Chinese sage, who may be best known in the West as the inspiration for trite fortune-cookie sayings, brought crime under control in the region. But his honesty angered more corrupt colleagues, who eventually forced him from office. In what may be history's longest job search, Confucius and his followers wandered China for the next 13 years in search of a patron. Confucius was born in the 6th century BC, toward the end of the Chou Dynasty. Traditional systems of control were collapsing, plunging China into one of its most violent eras, the Warring States Period. Confucius believed "moral authority" offered the key to a more ordered society, and he advocated for a set of traditional values that began with Jen, or respect for others. "Do not do to others what you don't want done to you," Confucius is quoted as saying in a passage that closely parallels the Christian Bible's Golden Rule. Confucius saw education as the only way to build strong values, and believed those in power had the greatest responsibility to behave properly. That may be why officials are said to have chased Confucius out of courts all over China, often threatening his life. Confucius never got another job, but he did get the last word on his rivals. Since the enlightened Han Dynasty, his teachings have served as basic training for Chinese officials. Compiled by followers in collections like The Analects, those teachings also became required reading for Chinese students. For two millennia, until Mao ended the practice in the 20th century, the first sentence taught to Chinese children has been Confucian: "Human beings are by nature good." |
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