October 10, 2008

a wonderous existentialist mystery

dilly dally at the work place
mind lost in circles of space
blinking ryhmes of the universe
trickling their way into this verse
tapping to a story of the hoary
old sages who lived in through the
green, blue, and yellow points of history

Outside the lady sits all day
On a crate once chocked with caraway
Box and heart have long since filled
With pieces fixed, forgotten, willed


The hand pump creaks with ancient rust
While dogs of mind feed flesh of trust
Although the clime may spin erratic
Her proven eyes show smoky static


Today the dogs rest out of reach
Of youthful charge a penny each
And while the shops close for the night
The footpath crosses smoky sight


Wind will scatter and seeds will grow
In cracks that only hollows know
And above the gusts I can only ask
To taste whatever is in her flask



Another scene unfolds on the fiftieth floor
As high up in the sky as birds could fly
Sat the graying lady behind closed doors
Expelling a beat of heavy huffing sighs


One croaked arthritic hand curled around a pen
The other finger tracing the alphabets and lines
In which she buried her youthful zen
A piece composed by a generation of bureacratic minds


And she wondered what the days be like
If she never walked away from the corner stoop
where she spent her days as a little tike
counting leaves and slurping corn soup.

August 12, 2008

Nothing in Particular

It's been a month since I came home to New York, returned to the beat of marching suits peddling their way to work every day. My brain has been reshaped into a perfect cube within the confines of my daily routine. In the morning, wake up. Commute. Work. Lunch. Work. Commute. Dinner. Sleep. Repeat. And the beginning meets the end and the end start all over again. Until, one day, while I was making my way half-way through one lap, I felt a trace of regret. The regret changed into sadness and the sadness was tinged with emptiness. There is no word or syllable that can explain where these feelings originated. Perhaps it was exhaustion from commuting, perhaps it was soaked up from my environment, perhaps it was the come-down from an all-weekend festival, or maybe when we're busiest with work, we're the least ourselves. But I do wonder what it would have been like to have stayed.

May 30, 2008

Homestay Trek


Beginning of the hike

The winding road into the trail

Scanning our hiking route

An hour into the hike and I'm already lagging behind. Between my belabored breathing, I managed to squeak out a high-pitch "so beautiful" every once awhile

how much longer?

Our homestay. We stayed with a number of different families during our trek. They all had similar style homes. The main focal point of the house is their kitchen. Everything happens in this kitchen- breakfast, lunch, dinner, birth, wedding, and death.

Our guide leading us into the most challenging part of the trek. We could see a storm cloud up ahead.

Smack in the middle of the blizzard.

4900 meters above sea level- summit



When started our descent, we started getting the CTH (camera trigger-happy) syndrome

The Mantra of Compassion (Om Mani Padme Hum) written on a table by the side of the road

Watching the moonrise from our homestay

Next morning, greetings from the cow

We're exhausted...

and filthy

A flag marking the descent into a lush valley

where we found farmers and cow in valley taking break under the shade


River crossing. We get carried across in this trolley

wee!!!

pulled by our underpaid and overwork guide

Destination arrived

May 20, 2008

Leh, Ladakh

Leh is a buddhist town in Northern India located 3500 meters. Located in a valley engulfed by the himalayan mountains. Aside from the usual medley of marketplaces, petty shops, and stray dogs, the town has two beacons on its camel-hump hills overlooking the city- the few hundred year old palace where the former king presided and an old gompa.



Main Bazaar

Donkey

Prayer flags

Gompa

Scaling down the "shortcut" from the gompa to the palace

The view from the palace

Moonrise over Old Leh. This residences must be as dated as the city itself.

Peaked into an opened courtyard in Old Leh

May 14, 2008

Vipassana

The past 10 days I've spent in complete silence. I made a vow of silence to join a course to learn Vipassana meditation. I had 12 days in Dharamsala, and the morning of the second day, I hike up into the woods to ask about this course. The administrators told me that luckily for me, the course started that very evening, but unfortunately, all 50 spots were filled and there were 58 people on the waiting list. Despite the odds, I still put my name down for waitlist #59. When I arrived that evening, it turned out half the people didn’t show up. Still, I was 2 places short of getting into the course. Then, one girl dropped out because of dysentery and another left because her boyfriend didn’t get a place. And that was how I got my chance to learn about Vipassana meditation.

The Vipassana meditation is the method as taught by Buddha (Guatama) during his lifetime. During that period, all of North India, regardless of local religion, adopted this meditation. This was the story I heard. Three hundred years after Buddha passed away, an Indian king, named Ashoka the cruel for his massacres and conquests was introduced to Vipassana meditation. And he transformed into a benevolent ruler. Thereafter, he sent dhamma emissaries all over the world to help others and teach them this meditation technique. There was a prophecy then that this knowledge would disappear from India and would spread again all over the world 2500 years after Buddha’s passing. The practice did eventually disappear, but it was preserved in Burma by a line of very few practitioners. The prophesized year arrived a few decades ago. That year, a Burmese business man name Goenka, suffering from severe migraine, which no doctor could cured, decided to give Vipassana meditation a try. He was the leader of the Hindu community and was determined not to leave that for any other religion or belief. Nevertheless, after his first course, he started to pursue this technique further and further. A few years after he started this practice, he went to India, where his parents lived, to teach Vipassana to his mother who was suffering from psychosomatic pains. There, his initial teaching to 15 people quickly spread and now thousands in India are learning the same technique.

The only way to learn Vipassana is through these 10 day courses. To start, we have to agree to 5 precepts during this period- that we abstain from stealing, sex, telling lies, intoxicants, and killing any animals. We also agree to complete silence so that our minds can be free from daily chattering. Each day we woke up at 4am to meditate till the sun rises. From waking to bedtime at 9pm, we meditated over 10 hours each day at 1-2 hour intervals.

The course offered a structured and scientific technique. After he became enlightened under a tree, Buddha taught what he realized to other, and this teaching only consisted of 3 things. To gain peace and complete control over the mind, only these 3 parts are necessary. First is Shila- to avoid any action that will harm other living beings. During the course, we fulfilled this by observing the 5 precepts. The second is Samadhi, tranquility of the mind. The third is Pungna, total understanding of reality as experienced by oneself. From the very first day we began to develop Samadhi through common meditation method of observing one’s respiration. By the 4th day, after our mind reached a calm state, the teacher introduced us to Vipassana, the method to develop Pungna.

In all religious and philosophical teachings, we assume that the understanding of reality (also called god, nature, or soul by various beliefs) can be reached through intellectual discourse. Buddha was the only one who taught that this understanding can only be achieved if we experience total reality of our senses and penetrate the subconscious level of reality. So he developed Vipassana to help individuals explore reality as pertaining to themselves.

In the beginning, the most difficult part of the course for me was not the 4am wake up call by the gong, or keeping complete silence. It was the pain in my leg from sitting all day. I probably shifted positions 40 times a day and I tried every position. Once, I even folded my cushion into a saddle and meditated by straddling them. It didn’t work so well.
After 3 days of Samadhi, I was still a fidgety meditator. On the fourth day, I started Vipassana meditation. At first the leg pains became more acute. Then, after a many hours, I felt a strange change in sensations. The pain in my leg started to dissolve. The solid pain was being reduced to hundreds of tiny pinpoint sensations which arose and faded every half-second. Everywhere in my body, sensations were felt on a much subtler level. By the end of the 10 days, I was able to sit for entire sessions without moving a single appendage. And it was during these moments of subtle sensations that my mind came closest than it ever did before to understanding the reality of existence.

It would be in vain to try to explain my inner experience and insights, when so many wiser and more articulate people have written volumes on the subject of ultimate reality. And even if I can find a few abstract vocabularies to try to encompass my experience, just as every reality is colored differently, this experience for you would be completely different from mine. If you are interested, the only way to find out is to try it yourself. I would recommend this course for anyone with a bit of curiosity about the nature of existence or anyone suffering from mental or psychosomatic pains. But when you do go, leave your gods, gurus, holy waters, and rosaries at home. All you need for this experience is a comfortable cushion.

There are Vipassana centers all over the world. Anybody with questions about my experience can email or contact me. I’ll be happy to share whatever I can.

April 10, 2008

Last Day at DPG

Today is my last day working with DPG. The staff had a going-away lunch for me, and during the lunch, they asked me to nicely summarize my experience. So, below is a snippet of what I wrote for them.

I volunteered with DPG because I was interested in helping others and making my own efforts meaningful, but I had no prior experience in this sector so I was not sure which route to take, whether to work in the private sector to amass funds for nonprofit projects, to become involved with nonprofit activities as my career, or to work in the academic field and try to change the public perception on poverty. I had hoped that by volunteering with DPG, I would get a clear insight into the different functions of a nonprofit organization, as well as, where my own abilities lie. My experience here has taught me some invaluable things, perhaps too many to concisely describe on one page.

I still don’t have a clue which path I should walk along. Time will tell. But I do know with a darker shade of certainty that in whatever capacity it may be in, I have to be involved in work to alleviate poverty, improve women’s position and self-perception, or deal with the social injustices caused by economic inequalities. These words seem right now, even to me, abstract and intangible, but that’s only because I’m sitting in front of the computer, interacting with a clapping keyboard and a rolling mouse. But, when I visited the fields, I had a very powerful sense of what poverty, desperation, and social exclusion felt like. There’s too much suffering in this world to ignore. To do so would be to deaden our own humanity. A few months ago, from atop the skyscrapers of New York City, the world seemed cynical and the human population only a long and growing number with many commas. My interaction with the Indian village women has exposed me to a kindness and generosity I’ve never known before. And, there’s an intense hopefulness and happiness that I feel from the social workers. It’s an infectious feeling that I have never had a chance to experience buying an ipod, getting fantastic new shoes, or receiving a yearend bonus. For that I am very grateful for this experience. Thank you for all the staff’s warm support for me during my stay here. I wish all your own hopes are fulfilled.


During the last monthly meeting, I had a chance to ask everyone member present what they would ask for if they had one wish. (They were at first very reluctant to answer, or did not know the answer), but here's what I extracted from them:

Start a women’s hostel (Rosie)
Good marriage (Chancy and Anjali)
Children’s education (Samadhi and Asha)
Serve her parents (Thurymini)
Son become a preacher (Ponraj)
Become a charter accountant (Karthikai)
Start pre-school (Mareeswari)
Wealth (Anita)
Become a good housemaker (Lalitha)
To build a new house to get away from my wife (Anachi)
Become a preacher to heal others (Solomon- CEO)

Last Day Pictures

Lunchtime

Rosie tying up my packages for the U.S. Unlike UPS, IndiaPost requires you to sew your packages up with needle and cloth.

Raja the dog was completely distraught over my departure. Here, Anachi is trying to wake him up from his emotional stupor.

Yawn...

Anjali's exact words. "What are you doing Catleen?."