Cross Culturial Relationships
Posted by Carl in Blogs, Love, Personal, Uncategorized on June 27th, 2011
Interestingly, it’s much rarer to find an Indian woman with a foreign man, than a foreign woman with an Indian man. A white male friend of mine from America attempted to date an Indian girl and failed dismally. I also know of dozens of white woman-Indian man couples in Mumbai, but very few of the reverse. It seems that not many Indian women are interested in having a white man for a husband. A large part of me wonders whether it is due to the cultural expectations placed on Indian girls. Some Indian girls do marry foreign guys though. And what is it about these foreign men that Indian girls fall for? A recent article in the Bombay Times section of the Times of India shed some light on the matter. The article featured a number of interviews with high profile desi girl-pardesi guy couples. Actress Sweta Keswani, who married half Dutch-half American Alexx O’Neil, says that she likes the fact that he doesn’t expect her to cook for him or clean up after him, like the typical Indian man who’s seen his mother do that all her life. According to Sweta, Alexx happily makes his own food, buys groceries, and is thankful to her when she does cook and serve him. Sweta also appreciates Alexx’s lack of possessiveness and narrow-mindedness. She says that she couldn’t even hug a a male friend in front of the Indian men that she’d dated. They also tried to change her, after initially liking her for the way she was. Alexx gives her much more space and liberty to be herself. Singer Manasi Scott married half Indian-half Australian Craig Scott. She likes the fact that unlike most Indian men, Craig loves the outdoors and is a very sporty guy. He’s also much more supportive of her career than most Indian men would be. However, she has had to adjust to his lifestyle in other ways. She explains that she’s a proper vegetarian and he’s a complete meat eater — so she’s had to learn how to cook the food he likes. Does anyone else have any experiences to share?
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There has been plenty of discussion on how Indian men feel about white women. Now, lets take a look at the opposite: desi (Indian) girls with pardesi (foreigner) guys.
My Father - My Life
Posted by Carl in Personal, Philosophy, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing on June 27th, 2011
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, I could see my father at the end of the garden. He was motionless, looking for something, I could not tell what, or where, beyond the world, His body was already bent over, but his gaze Was lifted toward the unaccomplished or the impossible. He had put aside his pick and his spade, The air was fresh on that morning of the world, But even freshness can be impenetrable, and cruel The memory of the mornings of childhood. Who was he, who had he been in the light, I did not know, I still do not. But I also see him on the boulevard, Walking slowly, so much weariness Weighing down the way he now moved, He was going back to work, while I was wandering about with some of my classmates At the beginning of an afternoon still free from time. To this figure, seen from afar, moving on its way, I dedicate the words that cannot say what they would. (In the dining room Of the Sunday afternoon, in summer, The shutters closed against the heat, The table cleared, he suggested Cards, since these are the only pictures In the childhood house to satisfy The needs of dream, but he leaves, And when he does, the child clumsily takes the cards, He puts the winning ones in the other’s hand, Then waits feverishly for the game to begin again, And for the one who was losing to win, and so triumphantly That he might see in this victory a sign, something to nourish some hope the child cannot know. After this, two paths part, and one of them Vanishes, and almost immediately, forgetfulness Sets in, avid, relentless.
The Great Awakening
Posted by Carl in Philosophy, Poetry, Writing on January 3rd, 2011
A time comes in your life when you finally get it…when, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out…ENOUGH!
Enough fighting and crying and blaming and struggling to hold on. Then, like a child quieting down after a tantrum, you blink back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.
This is your awakening.
You realize it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to magically appear over the next horizon.
You realize that in the real world there aren’t always fairy tale endings, and that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with you…and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are…and that’s OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.
You learn the importance of loving and championing yourself…and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.
You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you – or didn’t do for you – and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected.
You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and everything isn’t always about you.
So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself…and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties…and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. You begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.
You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you’ve outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with.
You learn that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a “consumer” looking for you next fix.
You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.
You learn that you don’t know everything, it’s not you job to save the world and that you can’t teach a pig to sing. You learn the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.
Then you learn about love. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You learn that alone does not mean lonely.
You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.
You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs.
You learn that your body really is your temple. You begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin to eat a balanced diet, drinking more water, and take more time to exercise.
You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty and so you take more time to rest. And, just food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you deserve, and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen.
More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You learn that no one can do it all alone, and that it’s OK to risk asking for help.
You learn the only thing you must truly fear is fear itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your own terms.
You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom.
You learn that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people…and you lean not to always take it personally.
You learn that nobody’s punishing you and everything isn’t always somebody’s fault. It’s just life happening. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.
You lean that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.
Then, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever settle for less than you heart’s desire.
You make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.
You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind.
Finally, with courage in you heart, you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.
A Question of The Perfect Love
What is this idea of a perfect love?
In what hidden place does he so cleverly reside?
Where is this perfect love that is found within me?
In what corner if my heart does he so cleverly hide?
How does he appear, I ask?
Who can describe this tenant that I might require that him show himself !
Instead he taunts from his reclusive place with images of his existence.
But he does not show his face to me,
nor does his presence nourish me.
I will hunt him down with dogs..if they will hunt!
Still they bark and sniff but he is not dislodged.
I will command to no avail.
And all is silenced beneath the clatter of the hunt;
Torrents washed this fateful trail.
And so I am still here astride my steed.. prepared to hunt..
And yet… there is no track or trace
to lead me to this hiding place.
Bertrand Arthur William Russell (b.1872 - d.1970), British philosopher
Posted by Carl in Uncategorized on July 17th, 2010
Bertrand Russell
Bertrand Arthur William Russell (b.1872 - d.1970), British philosopher, logician, essayist, and social critic, best known for his work in mathematical logic and analytic philosophy. His most influential contributions include his defense of logicism (the view that mathematics is in some important sense reducible to logic), and his theories of definite descriptions and logical atomism. Along with G.E. Moore, Russell is generally recognized as one of the founders of analytic philosophy. He is also usually credited with being one of the two most important logicians of the twentieth century, the other being Kurt Gödel.
This was a gift I would like to share
Posted by Carl in Uncategorized on July 14th, 2010
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When I face my day and feel the heat of the sun burn upon my brow you are there with cool water
When night has come and all is dark, you are my illumination.
When hope becomes an elusive luxury’ you are my inspiration
When all is heavy and immoveable before me you lighten my load
And always in my darkest hour and in my most buoyant days you are unwaveringly by my side, you are always in my heart and I never forget how much you love me..How much I love you…………..
Doctors Lawyers Collide
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A lawyer was cross-examining the doctor about whether or not he had checked the pulse of the deceased before he signed the death certificate. “No,” the doctor said. “I did not check his pulse.” “And did you listen for a heartbeat?” asked the lawyer. “No I did not,” the doctor said. “So,” said the lawyer, “when you signed the death certificate, you had not taken steps to make sure he was dead.” The doctor said, “Well, let me put it this way. The man’s brain was in a jar on my desk but, for all I know, he could be out practicing law somewhere.
A Winning Spirit
Posted by Carl in Philosophy, Poetry on July 4th, 2010
“I come with a crash of music,
with trumpets and drums.
My gear does not sound just for the victorious
But for the defeated and dead too.
They all say it’s glorious win a battle.
Well I say that losing is so glorious.
The battles are lost in the same spirit that wins. “
Walt Whitman
Show Your Love
Posted by Carl in Health and more, Love, Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing on June 19th, 2010
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Remember to tell and show
your friends and family
just how much you love
and appreciate them.
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