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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Three Musketers!



I  met them at Yoezerling Primary school, in Paro, Bhutan. October, 2012

Bhutan has a significant number of people of Nepalese origin.  Their population is usually concentrated in southern Bhutan.  Beacuase, as is the case in any 'multiethnic/multiracial' nation people who do not fit the description of a 'native' have had to struggle for equal status.  Today if you ask someone, they will identify themselves as "Bhutanese' or at the most southern Bhutanese rather than Nepalese.  Same as Indo-Fijians often preferred to be called Fijians, rather than Indo-Fijian.  And to a great extent there is truth in that.  They are Indian, they are also Fijian.  But they are Fijian to the extent that their emotion and political loyalty remains with the land they know as home.

For example, African americans usually complain about being labelled so. They are Americans.  Bara (Just)  American!!

Once when my nephews were barely 6 years old (they are twins), I overheard them to talk to each other.

‘Brother, are you a white or a black american?*

My sister was really upset at this. ‘Who teaches them this?’ she had asked in frustration.

But I guess, living in Tennessee had made the boys consider the question as ordinary as, ‘What is your name?’

And. I was amazed at the smart answer my other nephew had given.

‘I am neither, I am a tanned American’, he had shrugged.

I have told that story several times.  

This past weekend on a train to stockholm, I sat across two ‘oriental’ siblings, chatting in Swedish.

‘Katrinaholm’ they said, when I asked them where they were from.

And I remember the two Ethiopian girls who though dressed in Ethiopian outfits, as the UN tour guides, were chatting to each other in Swedish.  

The above picture made me think of all those ideas of ‘hybridity’. 

If you notice the boys on the right, are of Nepalese, origin.  The cutie on the left is of mongoloid origin, or some mix.  So, are the boys on the right, but they are considered southern Bhutanese, or those of Nepali origin.

Why did I think that far, instead of just looking at their adorable faces?

Well, because the middle one, who had a very hindu name, was running after the one on the right, yelling at him in English.

‘Wait, wait, silly, wait’

And then when I talked to him in hindi, he responded.  He spoke to me for about 15 seconds in hindi, when his attention turned to the adorable round face on the left, who was yelling at him in Dzongha....pointing at something at the bottom of his shoes.  So in the matter of a few minutes, this five year old had communicated in three different languages without realizing what he was doing.  

I had to take their picture.  Partly to remember their adorable faces.  Partly to acknowledge the richness they live in, with this very obvious hybrid identity.  Which adds to the richness of a nation, that houses only 700,000 thousand people, but can boast about 3 main languages and several (upto 30) dialects of Dzongha.





Monday, January 21, 2013

She Knew!!


 At Thimphu Teschu, the Bhutanese festival, color was in abundance, the sun was generous, and the wind was at rest.  It was a beautiful day for taking pictures.  It was my first week in Bhutan, and I was still drunk from the beauty of the country.  I could not stop clicking my camera.  This young woman was keeping an eye of my movements.  

I smiled.

She smiled.

I pointed my camera.

She smiled back.

I took another picture.

And then casually, she looked away.  I sensed that she did not want me to look away or put my camera down.  So, I kept lingering around her.  I did not say a word, but kept watching her from the corner of my eye.  And then, she turned her head, tipped it a bit and rested her eyes.  For a few seconds she did not move.  



That was my cue.  I needed to take a picture.  That last picture that I took of her was just perfection!!  There is a glint in her eyes, her mind seems at rest but not blank, ---the thoughts have slowed down, and there is a faint smile on her lips.  If you notice, her eyes have a smile larger than one on her mouth.....





Tuesday, January 1, 2013

I am this Moment!!


It was a very easy read.  I first read it during my several visits to Barnes and Nobles.  Later I bought a used book, and shared it with friends.

Eastern philosophy chewed down, and regurgitated.  Yet, when we are in the place of ‘learning’ in the state of learning....everything becomes a clue.  These words still ring true.  I hope, I hope, I can try to live by these, this coming year.  As I hope you will consider them for at least a few days.

One of the ways of doing that is to set an alarm every hour.  And take one minute. Just one minute of meditation time and focus on this thought.

I am this moment. This moment and I are one.  The following picture was taken at a roadside in Bhutan, on my way to TakTseng Monastery. All around me was green, and there was this colorful flower slightly odd, slightly titled, not symmetric.  I smiled. It brought me to the ‘moment’.  I clicked a picture....and hopped back into my cab.





"Where are you?” 

"Here.” 

"What time is it?” 

"Now” 

"What are You?” 

This Moment. 

Peaceful Warrior--by Dan Millman