Saturday, April 28, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
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Saturday, April 14, 2012
Baisakhi is here In the tumult of excess that has come to mark our celebrations, let us all spare a moment to dwell on the shabad of Guru Gobind Singh: “Let wisdom be your guide…/ Eat sparingly and sleep sparingly, and have forgiveness and compassion and love within thee./ And live with good conduct and contentment, harbouring neither lust nor wrath, greed, obstinacy or undue attachment…/then you will see the quintessence of the soul and attain everlasting happiness”. A good enough recipe even for just one lifetime.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Pico Iyer's words resonated for me. Boarding-School Blues By PICO IYER, author Older boys were allowed to beat younger ones at my 15th-century English boarding school, and every boy had to run a five-mile annual steeplechase through the sludge and rain of an October day, as horses do. We wrote poems in dead languages and recited the Lord’s Prayer in Latin every Sunday night. At my previous school, in preparation, we had to race through cold showers every morning at dawn before a breakfast of lukewarm kippers or porridge. Fourteen of us, aged 9, shared a single damp chamber and, clutching teddy bears, thought of parents in faraway Hong Kong or Nairobi or (in my case) California. Well-meaning friends shudder when I recall my school days for them now; I glow nostalgically. Forty years on, I see my relentless training in these ancient institutions (partly monastic and largely military) as the most benign influence in my life, and one of its happiest memories. The world is tough, the system was saying, and to find happiness in it you have to summon resilience, resolve and self-sufficiency. This is a process developed over centuries to teach you how to govern yourself and how, as the Buddhists say, to live joyfully in a world of sorrows.
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Friday, April 06, 2012
Middle School is a dress rehersal for life
While browsing through Labyrinth books the other day, I came across Sultana’s Dream A Feminist Utopia and selections from the secluded one...