Vichaya
Vichaya is from Dhamma-Vichaya which is Analysis of Dhamma in Pali,language of ancient India. Dhamma-Vichaya is one of the 7 factors of Enlightenment.
Saturday, July 23, 2022
Living like a recluse
Saturday, April 2, 2022
The complaining mind: Deep acceptance of what is.
Thursday, March 3, 2022
My thoughts on the troubled times we live in
Nothing rankles in the human heart as much as injustice. The epitome of this is war. Innocent valuable lives are lost because their leaders believe they have to wage this war.
It is only recently that I read Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari, famous historian, where he says that wars are a thing of the past and will not happen again not after the two World Wars that almost wiped out Europe. But here it is happening. Russia has entered Ukraine and bombing it. Is it a territorial expansion? Why?
I went out to swim that day wondering, maybe somebody should teach Putin to meditate. My teacher would say that whenever one sees injustice---an oppressor and an oppressed, we automatically sympathize and send metta (loving kindness) to the oppressed, but actually we must be sending a lot of metta toward the oppressor as well. To create suffering for others one must be suffering too, and he is in need of much loving kindness himself. May he understand what he is doing, may he come out of his suffering, may the people on whom this crazy war has suddenly descended be free from suffering. These were my sentiments as I was swimming that day.
I know a person who is from Ukraine who lives in Singapore and when I read her posts on the conflict, war, whatever it is called, I was more concerned. She and many others from that country live here and have families and friends back there in Ukraine who must be suffering. Now it is not just a war happening in a distant place but with migration & interconnections in recent years, we all face the impact very close.
As I tried to make sense of it, I started reading more history of the strife. I remember the days when the USSR suddenly disappeared in 1991. Things rapidly changed after that. In the years before that two Russian words had become very popular: Prestroika and Glasnost.
Appeals to support Ukraine started in earnest on social media. Putin was and is being criticized a lot for attacking the sovereignty of a country. The President of Ukraine is hailed as an inspiring leader when he stay put and told the US : I need ammunition not a ride.
But what was still puzzling for me was why did Putin attack Ukraine. This was the information I gathered:
It wasn't as if he woke up one morning and decided to go to war. Obviously a lot has been brewing over the years. Roughly there are 3 major issues involved.
1. The Nord Stream 2 pipeline to transport energy from Russia to Germany directly. It started in 2011, but was fraught with controversies as the US was not for it. Understandably as that would make EU more dependent on Russia which was going to send almost 30% of energy requirements. Trump had shut down the project and then Biden opened it. Only to shut it down again when Russia attacked Ukraine. The timing seems quite significant
2. The NATO : This organization was set up after the World wars to protect the interests of European countries & US against USSR. After USSR collapsed, it ought to have disbanded but it wasn't. Instead it started to expand it operations bringing in more countries. For a country to become a member of the NATO, it should have a certain number of arms which of course has to be bought from the US so that they have a flourishing business in arms trade.
Putin had asked to become a member of NATO but was refused. Old enmity hadn't ended. Every attempt of his to engage in diplomacy and talks was spurned or not met with reciprocation.
(Ref: 1.The Jimmy Dore show : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mffCvWZujWA&t=1363s
2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8X7Ng75e5gQ Vladimir Pozner: How the West created Putin)
3. The more serious one is the Donbas in Eastern Ukraine which is more pro-Russia. In year 2014 a democratically elected pro-Russian government was taken over by a coup. The support to dislodge that government was said to be provided by the US. This led to frequent fighting between the pro- Western group which is now in power in Ukraine and the stronghold of the pro-Russian group in Donbas. So some people question why the killings in Donbas since past 8 years went unnoticed, while now the attack on Ukraine is getting center stage attention.
So obviously there is more to this war than what the pro-Western media would like us to believe.
It is good to know different perceptions. It is also important that we realize that these our perceptions and may not be the complete truth. What is sad is that common people suffer.
As the Buddha said: Hatred is never appeased by hatred in this world. By non-hatred (love) alone is hatred appeased. This is law Eternal.
It is probably too idealistic to wish for such sentiments to be shared by world leaders.
Greed seems to still drive people: greed for power, wealth, predatory conquest over other countries. China is looking for water and wants to capture the Indian Ocean. And it is endless. We have gained immeasurable knowledge and technologically advanced as a society. Wisdom is what we still need to develop in ourselves. Only that would make the world a better place.
Saturday, February 5, 2022
One play two roles: "Oxygen 95"
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Start again! - the story of my macrame curtain
Friday, December 3, 2021
When the sun set
Memories fade with time. Especially of people who depart early in your life. Year 1980, the month of August, the month of celebrations. Our family had 2 birthdays coming up. One was my father's, a fiery man, given to quick temper, and my sister Jaishri, who inherited some of his characteristics. We didn't really celebrate our father's birthday. My mother probably would have made payasam (sweet) but my parents never celebrated their birthdays. August 15th came before my sister's birthday and I clearly remember her dressing up to go out, telling me casually that the speech she wrote for a student came really from her heart. (She wrote for students who were asked to give speeches for India's Independence Day.)
August 18th was her birthday and so on the morning of 17th , a Sunday, she was busy stitching a fall for her sari that she was going to wear to work the next day. The music strains of Kamakshi suprabhatam & other songs of MS Subbalakshmi still ring fresh in my ears. We had the LP record at home which she had bought from her salary. These were unusual things those days. We lived frugally, my parents saving every rupee for our future, that is, our marriages. Spending them on entertainment was not normally done. Spending on entertainment was a waste of money. But Jaishri insisted. Marriage can wait, she would say, let's live our life in the meantime.
How very characteristic of her! Strong-willed, with revolutionary ideas, her thinking and reasoning was far ahead of her time, something that my parents couldn't quite handle. What would invariably ensue was a war of words, of which I was a silent spectator. I admired her. She was strong and fearless, determined and brave. In fact my friends would say that she totally dominated me, that I hardly had a voice of my own.
I digress, it was the 17th of August; sari fall stitching done, lunch eaten, her classmate from German class came over to study with her for the upcoming test they had. Jaishri was a lecturer in a Junior College and attended German classes once or twice a week. We lived in a two-room kitchen those days. Everything happened in those 2 rooms: Jaishri studying with her friend, and my mother cooking furiously a whole lot of curry pastes and chutneys to last us the next week as she would be busy at work. In addition we had an aunt dropping by with her friend. Sundays were always abuzz with activity.
I was dressed in a nylon "half sari" and Jaishri teased me that the colour was so bright that I could easily be mistaken for the religious procession of "Mahankali" celebrated with gusto in those days.
Cauliflower figured in every meal we ate that day. My mother planned to finish cooking the night's dinner too and by 6 pm we went to the terrace to relax. Before that, Jaishri changed into a nylon sari that she rarely wore, just to walk her friend to the bus stop, after their studies were done for the day. Unable to bear her teasing, I changed into cotton trousers and shirt in the evening.
Standing on veranda of our house, I remember watching her return home after seeing her friend off at the bus stop. Some memories just don't go away. I wanted to talk to her. I always loved talking to her. I felt inspired, something to ponder about always. We went up to the terrace first and she spotted a neighbour on her terrace and went over to chit chat with her, while I waited for her patiently. But it so happened that the neighbour had to leave soon, much to my delight and we sat together and talked.
"Wait a minute," she said, peering at my face. "The sun looks beautiful reflected on your glasses." The sun was setting, unknown to us, in so many ways that day.
My parents had come up to the terrace by then. And suddenly my mother called out to me to go down and check if she had switched the stove off after cooking. I went down and checked. Yes, there was a small lamp burning at the altar in the kitchen. The gas stove switched off. Nothing amiss, I returned to the terrace. Jaishri sniffed again and said .. I smell gas, and we went down, she ahead of me. She opened the kitchen door and we were surprised to find the rubber tube of the stove had slipped and fallen on the ground and there was smell of gas everywhere.
She ran in, bent down and closed the cylinder, one hand covering her nose with pallu of her sari. "Quick", she said, "Open the window." It was one command that I wish I hadn't obeyed. I usually listened to everything she asked me to do. I wish I didn't on that day. But no, I did, I opened the window. The strong gush of air, deflected the gas to the corner where the lamp was burning at the altar and Boom! a loud noise and fire.
We didn't know what hit us at that moment. She did the correct things didn't she? Closed the cylinder, asked me to open the windows, but we didn't think there would be that much gas collected in the room. I turned around and found the room on fire, in clouds formed by the gas. I was scared as now I would have to cross the fire to get to the other side, to the door. Jaishri was at the door waiting for me, unmindful of the fact that her sari had caught fire and it was a nylon sari. I wish she had removed the sari, instead she rolled on the ground, with the sari sticking to her as she rolled.
People say accidents are caused they don't happen. I am still baffled at the way things unfolded on that fateful day. I wish I could turn the clock back as I have wished so many times in the years that followed. I wish I hadn't opened the window, I wish I had put out the flame before I did. It was as if a strong wind of death blew into our house to take her away.
She was rushed to the hospital where she battled bravely for two days and gave up. When she was conscious she asked for me and was surprised that I wasn't injured much. I did have a few burns on my arm and feet but nothing serious.
And so she left us exactly 25 years after her birth in this world. I knew her for 17 years and the last six years of her life was the time I was really close to her. I avoid talking of this accident as not everyone understands what we went through on that day. How unexpected things were, how at every turn we were taken by surprise. As with most unnatural deaths, people would speculate so many theories. All those were and are still painful to listen to, especially as I was there with her and know what happened.
She was special. I wished she had lived longer to realize her dreams, for she had dreams. Dreams of going to the US doing research in cellular biology. Earning a name for herself in scientific discipline.
She would tell me a life lived well, matters. For this I need to have clarity in my goals, and an ambition, a striving towards perfection. To be intensely interested in every little piece of work that I undertake and do my best and excel in it. She shaped my thoughts & aspirations in many ways.
Very often, I mentally inform her of my small achievements, and hope I have made her proud.
"In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!"
This was one of her favourite lines from "The Psalm of Life" by H.W Longfellow
That was how she lived and urged me to do as well.
Friday, July 23, 2021
What's in a name?
My name is Radhi. Just two syllables. Easy to pronounce. Or so I think. A lot of people do not have a problem with it. But some do. And I am quite intrigued at their questions and unwillingness to call me by that name. Some even choose to rename me because of their non-acceptance of it.
Yes, my mother named me Radhika, she told me. However, my sister who is 12 years older than me was impressed with a name Radhi Sittampalam, a Sinhalese ex-student of the school she went to (and later I) and so I got the name Radhi. My parents did not mind it and when I was registered in school it was as Radhi Kannan, Kannan being my father's name.
So that was how I was called right through school. In Junior College I remember once a senior chided a boy for calling me Radhi, instead of what she thought was Radhika, and he was thus being "disrespectful" of me. I clarified that it was indeed Radhi. She looked puzzled but did not say anymore.
Then came undergraduate admissions and I remember the lady at the counter suddenly insisting I give my actual name and not a shortened version. I asserted it was my real name: Radhi Kannan. She looked over at her colleague and asked her if she had ever come across a name Radhi. The other lady shook her head and said no, it is usually Radhika or Radha... not Radhi. However, as my school records did have it as Radhi, they couldn't do anything except be puzzled by it. So for fun, I simply thought up a reason: I told them that if it was Radhika followed by Kannan, there would be a "Ka" that was repeated. So, for brevity, it was Radhi. They were very pleased with that explanation and we all had a good laugh.
The next encounter was when I got married. While wedding cards were sent for printing, those that went forth for my in-laws, had Radhika on them and the ones that were printed by my parents had Radhi on them. In fact, my mother-in law initially called me Radhika, and later had no problems changing to Radhi after she realized that it was my name.
The strangest encounter was with a colleague I was working with. She would always call me Radhe. Initially I thought she hadn't got my name correct, so I explicitly told her it was Radhi and not Radhe. She said she knew, but she felt and thought that Radhi is not a name so she called me by the name that made sense to her. Isn't that weird? Can anyone randomly change someone's name like that? You are referring to a person right? A person with an identity, and a name that represents it? Well, our meetings were few, and I did not wish to make it an issue at that time.
I met an Indian Vipassana teacher at Kuantan, Malaysia. I was co-conducting a course with him. He told me that he was very puzzled when he was informed that "Radhi Raja" from Singapore would be the co-conducting teacher. He told me that no Indian can have a name "Radhi". Something is wrong here, he said, either she is not an Indian, or her name is not Radhi. The organizers have made a mistake.
When I clarified my name was indeed, Radhi he refused to accept it. How can that be? You must have changed it. Radhi doesn't mean anything you see! 🙍
One interesting confusion I need to highlight is that a lot of Tamilians take my name to be Rathi. This is probably due to the spelling for both Radhi and Rathi in Tamil script is the same. Probably the Sinhalese girl whom I was named after was also Rathi?
But no, I would rather prefer to be called Radhika to Rathi. After all, Radhika was what my mother named me initially right?
But really coming to Shakesperes' famous quote: "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." It will be good if people just accepted a name the way the person owning it wishes to be addressed.