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India Week One

CTS is organized well. In addition to the teams technical abilities, they meet me each day, assigned me a driver to make sure I got to where I needed to go, brought me food, and generally took good care of me.

The only downside, and this applies to everywhere I have been so far, is that people are so service focused that I feel like I cannot do anything for myself. Someone brings me coffee. Someone brings me Coke. I seemingly offended someone yesterday because I refused to let him carry my bags to my hotel room. I have a had a couple NY moments where I thought, can I please just be left alone?!?!

This is, however, juxtaposed to just how pushy people can be at time. In the airport yesterday I had a man walk up on my shoes several times in a row in the security line. After the third time I had words with him which drew the attention of a man with a riffle who scolded him and elicited an apology. Then this morning when the elevator doors opened people rushed in like a rush hour subway. I had to push my way out. They seemed to not notice or not mind. I guess the idea here is that I can push back and they wont mind because that is normal.

The hotel is nice with a good outdoor patio where I have had breakfast each morning in the sun. The weather is warm but not too hot. At night it get slightly cool.

Traffic and driving amaze me. With trucks larger than anything we have in the US mixed with three wheeled cabs, motorbikes, cars, and even a couple ox carts people blend in and out of lanes while honking to let each other know they are there. It is so tight and weaving that you could hold conversations with people next to you and perhaps even touch them. On top of all this there are people who jump out and cross the street at seemingly random intervals.

Then there are the cows and dogs. I dont know what the dogs are doing, but they are all over, napping in the sun, eating trash, etc… The cows are funny, I see them let out in the morning by their owners or handlers. Then they wander around all day and at the end of the day they seem to wander back home. I have seen whole groups of them single file walking along the sides of roads, stopped at traffic lights, and crossing when told. I have a new fond respect for the cow.

I have not been many places outside of the hotel, CTS, airports, and working facilities. I am looking forward to wandering around a bit more.

There are 1.1 billion Indians so it is dangerous to make generalizations. However, one thing I have noticed and it is actually kind of endearing and cute is the suite of communication that happend via varios head nods. It is truly fascinating and I wonder if anyone has even, either in humor or seriously, made a catalog of these gesture. My short observation is that a quick right/left/right/left is kind of an affirmation with a thank you. I also noticed that when having a conversation it gives you an idea that the person is listening to you because sometimes it stops when she or he are talking back. I also have no idea if this is a Southern thing or how else it might break down. But in the 30 or so people I have spoken to almsot all of them move their head in one way or another. I have no idea how I never noticed this before.

The power goes of for about 15 seconds 3-5 times a day. This seems to be unnoticed by all but me. Electronics and systems must be UPSed or built to withstand the fluctuations.

I stared to think more macroscopically about Indian and Indians. These people all speak English, work hard, seemingly complain about nothing, and so on. Take this along with the non-adversarial stance of india as a nation when compared to China and what do you have India doing? All the guts of almost every bank, software company, telcom, etc… while China is sewing garments because we cannot trust them with our IP. India’s “our nation with prosper by being friendly” vs. China’s “screw you” seems to be working here. I am not sure about the rest of the country, but in Bangalore it is working. Finally on this topic, I realize that I am being exposed to only a certain segment of society. However if that is 2% of the population it is still 22 million people. Yeah, they are going to eat our lunch, but a conversation on that topic is more about how much America is screwed than how amazing India is.

The local language is called Kanada. It looks like Telgu and Tamil and I obviously wouldn’t be able to tell one from the other. All signs, I am told, have to be in Kanada and then whatever other language is needed. In most places that ins English. Amongst the people I have interacted with, who come form various linguistic backgrounds, use English as the common language, not Hindi. I asked if this was for my sake and they said not.

One last observation for now is that everything is under construction or not quite finished. It is a lot like South America. THe under construction part seems to be from India’s expansion and rapid modernization. They simply cannot build fast enough to keep up. The not quite finished part probably comes from a historical poverty, where things were done “good enough”, and no building standards, no zoning, no planning, etc… this is very common in developing nations (again like South America) and mirrors how places like Boston and London became such messes in the old parts of the city.

Overall, so far so good!

Another Three Hours?

I am working on this post on my Iphone. I am guessing it will post when I land as there is no connectivity on this 747-400. Such an old crappy jet. I am a little amazed Lufthansa is this cramped and dirty.

I have been in transit since 7pm Friday evening NYC time. I have no idea what time it is now. I think it is noon back home. That makes 17 hours of transit. Three more hours to go.

I might go mad.

Announcements are in English, German and I am guessing Hindi, but I have no ability to differentiate one Indian language from another.

Frankfurt was unremarkable. It was 3am to me and I fell asleep on the chairs. They have nice chairs there.

The map tells me we just flew east of the place where Iran is working on a way to destroy Israel. We did a round about to avoid Iraq. Soon we will head out over the Indian Ocean towards Bangalore.

India Here I Come!

In about 36 hours I will leave for Bangalore, India. This will be my first trip to India and my first trip to Asia that isn’t the Middle East. I am very excited to be traveling to meet the folks that I work with each day at CTS, see some of Southern India, and then take a tour of Delhi, Jaipur and Agra. I hope to have a lot to report along the way and test out my Flickr and Smug Mug integration (eventually I want to pick one).

In the meantime Ellie is up in Maine with Josh and Patrick feeding the fishes.

The best part is that next week Josh will fly to India to meet me and join in on the tour of the Delhi-Jaipur-Agra segment.

SNOWCATIONLAND

Hi Dad,

Just woke up form a nap and it is still snowing! It stopped for a little while last night but this is great. SNOWCATIONLAND. G-Mom promised that I would have snow and she delivered. Slobbie says that G_Mom has nothing to do with getting it to snow. She says that Kevin Mannix makes it snow. He tells G_Mom every morning what the weather will be today. Who cares. This stuff is fresh and white…..except it was snowing too hard yesterday and we had to some in. All three of us got covered within minutes and ran back to the door. Not G-Mom, who was taking snow off the car, waiting for the man to plow. She looked like a white snow person. Slobbie barked to get her attention so she would let us in.

Everything is back to the way I left it. I have everyone on the same schedule and the same rules. Look Dad, I like the snow, but I think you gave G_Mom the wrong impression. I prefer to be out in it for about 20 minutes then I want to go back in. It is a lot of work to get dry, clean my paws and fur. Have you notice how those cockers get the stuff mated in their hair? Well the three of us have a lot of work to do when we come in from playing outside so we have agreed that after about 20 minutes we are done.

Slobbie is the same old bitch. Boy things have to be her way or there is trouble. Cart is so very different. All of a sudden she has an opinion about things and tells Slobbie what she thinks. They are always arguing about who will sit where with G-Mom. Thankfully I am too big to be part of that discussion. Hopefully today we will get our marrow bones back. So have a good trip to India. I will miss you.

Love, Ellie

2010 Secular New Year Resolutions

2010 Resolutions

  1. stretch more, maybe even go to yoga class
  2. put my self on a budget and stick to it, so I can build back up my savings after my new house
  3. sleep more
  4. whiten my teeth (not all of them have to be meaningful?!?!)
  5. find someone to study with
  6. tefillin on sunday!
  7. eat better: have real meals, less salt, less junk food
  8. manage the fish tank better
  9. go to the beach more

Where Has The Humanity Gone

Let me start by saying rape is terrible and I often think it should be punished by death. I am not normally a death penalty supporter, but rape just seems so overwhelmingly wrong and perhaps worse than murder, because the victim has to endure. Having spoken to rape and beating victims there are often deep scars that are painful to observe and I can only imagine enduring them is a million times as painful.

With that, I was listening to NPR this morning and hear about the case in Richmond, CA where a girl was gang raped in her school. This is beyond terrible.

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Who Knew?

Apparently Dad, pinecones are not for chewing. You never told me, although I should have surmised that if Slobbie and Cart did not take the pinecones off the table they must not be for us to use/chew. G-Mom caught me red pawed. Slobbie and Cart were in the bedroom with her and I was just lounging in the living room, when it just struck me from no where…WOW that looks like fun. Uh HUH……..you would have thought that I broke the family crystal. I guess those things, which I might add did not taste very good, are expensive this year because they are specially cinnamon coated. Slobbie asked me if I was nuts? Of course I had to fess up since I was caught and had to reluctantly go for a “time out”.

Look Dad it is tough with all this stuff around for decorations. There is the new boxwood tree that G-Mom made along with pinecones and plants. This place is like a museum. Slobbie says it is because we spend so much time inside over the winter that the place has to look cozy. Well we got cozy going in every single corner. I try to escape to the bathroom for a break but that smells like cinnamon too. It is tough being a dog during these times. People just don’t seem to understand.

Then I looked in the refrig when G-Mom was putting food away. Wow I have never seen it that full. I guess most of it if for you to snack on while you are here. I saw the peanut butter cups before they were put away and the pretzels. We even took a ride to get the popcorn you like. Wow all we ever get is the same old dog food. G-Mom says we can have a bone on Thanksgiving and that the people food is not good for us.

So Dad I cannot waittttttttttt to see you! This place is nuts.

Love, Ellie

Romantic - A Strange Twist of Fate

I have been wondering why I am seen as not being romantic and sensitive. I think it is because I can be verbally aggressive and like to argue. People therefore assume I must be insensitive or not romantic.

I think most people seem to think there is a inverse relationship between being logical and being emotional – for the sake of simplicity I am going to say that emotional=romantic and logical=insensitive, I know this is a gross oversimplification buy hear me out so I can get to my point. I guess I think this notion flawed for me. It might be ok for most people.

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My Image of Love

It may surprise people that I am a very visual thinking. I once had a whiteboard at home and use one at work all the time. I can recall diagrams and maps simply by closing my eyes. This also leads to some interesting visualizations of complex non-concrete topics.

I also have a love for trees. They are simply the most magical and mystical things I can imagine on earth – reaching high into the sky, way down into the ground, powerful symbols of life and trouble at that same time. There is no metaphor a tree cannot be part of!

If you combine these two things, you end up with my conception of love. It is actually kind of simple and kind of gory at the same time.

You meet someone and their soul plants a seed into your soul that then grows into a tree with its roots around your soul. It is a wonderful living thing that doesn’t take from you, the host, but actually helps feed the soul, even sometimes nurturing it enough o close up old wounds.

There is a bad part of this as well, when you fight or have troubles, it hurts your soul because the tree is being tugged out and the roots are straining to stay in place.

These tree/soul wounds can too heal with the proper attention. If not, they tree dies or is ripped out forcibly, leaving the gaping hole we have all felt when love leaves us wounded by the cruelty only it can inflict.

Maj. Hasan Is a Product of Our Best Efforts

So why are we so surprised by his actions? We have an increasingly violent society as a result of the impatience and vitriol from the right, video games, television, and the crowning achievement? Illogical wars that are morally, spiritually, and financially bankrupting our nation.

Maj. Hasan is our warning and by calling him a terrorist is to miss the point. War takes a major and exacting toll on a society that we seem to forget. But some of us recall what it was like living here at that end of Vietnam. It was not a happy time.

Somehow we have let the neo-cons and the right lead us to exactly the same place: a never ending war against something that cannot be defeated: terrorism.

We also seem to forget that our nation is not one of nationalities or tribal allegiances, but the only thing that seems to hold us together is ideal and values. It becomes increasingly hard for some of us to think those values matter – or that rhetoric is not hollow – when we see the oppression wrought at the hand of this nation. This is true of respecting the rights of all minorities – Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Gays, Transgenders, Asians, Turks, etc…

If our nation isn’t a standard bearer for protecting the rights of the oppressed, we will continue to be sucked in to the crazed logic that by oppressing we are actually helping people (this is not made up, it is a tenet of the neo-con ideascape).

Maj. Hasan is a reflection of all of this. He is a reflection of our best efforts, which have been failures.

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