Sunday 22 March 2020

The Indian Diaspora.



The word Diaspora as defined by the Oxford English dictionary means the scattering or moving away of a people from their original homeland or country. The word Diaspora is of Greek origin and was originally applied to the scattering of the Jews from ancient Israel. The word diaspora has been since used to describe the movement or migration or even scattering of a people beyond the borders of their original country. The Indian Diaspora describes the movement of Indians from India to other parts of the world. The Indian Diaspora should be seen from the span of history and categorisation into movements at each aspect of history.

We can begin with the oldest known Indian diaspora, arguably, into the Bronze Age, 3,000 to 4,000, years ago, when traders from the Harappan civilization moved to Sumerian and Akkadian cities in what is now Iraq as well as to Oman and what are now the Gulf States.

The next well known Indian Diaspora, and the usual focus of interest in the study of the Indian Diaspora, stems directly from British colonization when between the 1800s and 1900s saw the movements of Indians to various parts of the expansive British Empire.

Then we have the relatively recent movement of Indians to the west from the 1970s onwards. This diaspora saw the benefits America, especially, derived from highly qualified and talented Indians delving into the growing IT industry as well into the medical, engineering and scientific fields. All this lending to Americas greatness.

There is evidence of smaller, lesser known migrations. There was a migration of Indians from the state of Kerala, in south west India, to what became Jaffna in Sri Lanka. There was a migration of Indians during the Chola kingdom to the Malay Archipelago, into what is now Malaysia and Indonesia. From there, these Indians moved to Cambodia where they created a civilisation that saw the construction of the Angkor Wat temple complex. The Dutch in the 1600s sent Indians as well as Indonesians to what is now South Africa, the migration of Punjabis to the United States in the early 1900s. In the 1600s Dutch traders sent Indians to that part of Africa.
When Uganda, Kenya and Fiji saw nationalist parties enter mainstream politics in those countries there was a migration out of those countries by Indians to Britain, Australia, New Zealand, Canada and the USA.

However the most well-known Indian Diaspora is the product of British colonisation of India and the migration to America and Europe from the 1970s. These two episodes in the history of our venerable, ancient mother country are Diasporas that are mostly studied.

Having said all that. Emigration from the motherland or from other countries such as in Africa, has had various results. In the case of the recent emigration to America has seen accomplishments by highly educated and talented people contributing to America at the expense of India. What is happening is that acculturation is taking place among the children of Indian emigrees into Western culture and their shunning of Indian culture. There are cases of adult emigrees who refuse to acknowledge their Indian roots and culture. It was noted that the later American astronaut, Kalpana Chawla, who was married to a Frenchman, told a young girl from India not to call her "Didi" which is Hindi for sister. That woman's outlook was western. It must be noted that she was born and educated in mother India. An ungrateful wretch. She shied away from anything Indian. There are young Indians who went along with their parents to western countries or were born there who are fast adopting western values and shying away from Indian values. These are such as sexual promiscuity, intermarriage, religious conversion, partying late into the night, etc.

Saturday 21 March 2020

Mighty Knossos


Oh mighty Knossos, so majestic
Proud over the hills you stood
King Priam's holy temple
The Minotaur's infernal prison
Your complexity still bewilders
The curious mind that now researches
Twisting winding passageways
Deftly beautifully painted walls
Who were those who once stood in your halls
Double bladed axes, bull horns and pithos jars
Of paintings of dolphins,fishes and octopi
Of Bull leaping and beautiful bare breasted ladies
Snake Goddesses, and winding passages
Oh Knossos long buried then found

Artemis Prime.



Hello, I am the space ship Artemis Prime. I was a freight ship. I carried goods of all sorts from my home planet Tau Sigma Pye to far and distant planets that pock mark the unfathomable distances of space. I now travel in interstellar space all alone with no crew. I am dying. Bits and parts of me are falling off. I wanted it in this way. My captain read my mind and prefered me to travel into space instead of scrapping a marvel of technology that I once was. Alone I traverse space. Along the way I meet spacefarers like you. 

I was made in a space ship yard in orbit around my home planet. It took nine long years to build me. I was the lead ship of a class of space freighters. I remember each part of me being put together. The workmen took such enthusiasm and delight in building me. There I was being put together nut, bolt and screw. Only the best high tech materials, computer systems and the finest equipment to lift and offload cargo. Each part was carefully put in place by the most advanced construction technologies. When they completed me they and the building crews were rightly proud. My crew came before I was launched and marveled  at me. 

In my life I have visited the far flung planets. I have visited colonies on other planets belonging to the inhabitants of my home world. I have seen planets full of life
Lush verdant worlds with unique beings. Large planets, small planets. Some were  rocky, some were covered in oceans with no land, some gaseous, some with intelligent life, some with simple life, some friendly, some xenophobic and some with irredescent coloured skies with oceans of emerald blue, green and red.

I have carried cargoes of food, machinery, cyborgs, robots, vehicles and people. I have carried cargo for emergencies, for war and for peace. I have been pursued by space pirates, and on a few special occasions I came across space farers exploring for contact with new civilisations

After many many years of travel and adventure my captain decided it was time for me to retire.
I was growing too long in the tooth. My cranes,forklifts and computer systems were becoming unreliable. The signs of age. It is a the cycle of birth life and death. My crew agreed with the captain that I should be left to travel alone in space. I was more than just a machine. I was a living being to them which they loved and cherished. So traveler, I now travel alone. I bid you farewell. I will soujurn in space till I am no more. Farewell farewell. 




Wednesday 18 March 2020

Holy holy Troy rich in Gold.

The Citadel of Troy.

Holy, holy Troy rich in gold
Long lost and then found
Holy and rich in gold
Priam the King , proud he stood
On ancient Anatolia's western shore you proudly stood
Blessed by the Gods
Cursed by the Gods
A war many times fought
Says the Illiad nine times ten
Till King Odysseus's willy trick
A Spartan Queen's adultery 
A terrible war brought you low
To bring you Oh Holy Troy rich in gold
Proudly you overlooked
The emerald blue green of the might Aegean
The lair of mighty Poseidon, who hated you in lore
Mighty Zeus, Glorious Apollo who loved you in lore
Holy holy Troy rich in gold

Thermopylae.



At the gates of hell you Greeks stood
In defiance of a foreign horde who, for the worst, could have changed destiny
A brave 300 although with its allies they stood
The brave Spartan three hundred
At least that horde was civilized
The one that now comes is not 
Most are driven by an unholy faith, others to spread hell and mayhem
Now at the gates of hell you Greeks stand
Lamenting,crying and drowning still they come
Liars them all
Evil intent is in their hearts
Nay, they come to conquer and kill
It is not only sacred Greece you defend
The whole of Europe is your stand
Remember the Spartans at Thermopylae
They who are on your east, your mortal enemy hordes it does unleash
Evil, hell and extermination awaits
Unless you defend your gates
Lament not at them
The brave at Thermopylae did not lament the enemy dead
Long live the brave at Thermopylae
Let them be in your soul


Wednesday 11 March 2020

The Soul Speaks.


A poem out of an epiphany
Straight out of a soul that is snappy
A trail of thoughts in sequence
A trail of words from introspection
Long in solitude, a reflection
Each word in each sentence
A heartfelt thought from long introspection
To a faraway land the mind travels
To a distant shore the heart desires

Tuesday 10 March 2020

Note taking by hand is the better way to learn and remember.


In a study published earlier six years ago in Pyschological Science researchers at Princeton University and UCLA, USA, found a a paradox between using computers to write notes and writing notes by hand. They discovered that while computers are a great way to facilitate quick note taking , they paradoxically could keep us from absorbing and remembering the notes we take, even while we are simultaneously switching between tabs and checking email or Facebook posts.  
The researchers said that their findings suggest that laptops are used for their intended purposes of creating documents, presentations and charts etc, - and not just for playing computer games, watching YouTube videos and shopping on Amazon or Lazada, “Our new findings suggest that even when laptops are used as intended — and not for buying things on Amazon during class — computers may still be harming academic performance. This what Pam Mueller of Princeton University, a leading researcher said. 

Why do hand-writers have an advantage we ask? In order to discover why, researchers asked students to watch TED Talks and take notes either by hand or on a computer disconnected from the Internet. After completing distraction tests, the students were then asked to take quizzes on the material covered in the TED Talks. While students in both groups did equally well when it came to factual questions, those who took handwritten notes had a much better conceptual understanding of the material they wrote by hand. 

The researchers think that longhand note takers engage in more information processing that laptop note takers. Longhand note takers select more important information to include in their notes, this enables them to study learning content more effectively and efficiently, the researchers noted. 

So while computers allow us to write down every word that comes out of our tutor's, lecturer's or teacher's mouths,  they won’t necessarily help us to synthesize and digest what’s being said, whereas hand-writers intrinsically understand what is actually important and needs to be remembered. And that can help us make better use of our knowledge in the long run.

Workplace Behaviour.




Unfortunately the poor behavior in our places of work stems from the poor behavior that is tolerated in our homes: the examples set at home are emulated at work 😳 Now it’s our choice as to our role in changing this situation for the better: Blame or Responsibility ?
- We can either look for who to blame and add our voice to the clamor of other voices shouting about who fault this is ... or
- We can identify ways in which we can take responsibility for the situation and then take action to improve that aspect: lead by example

Maybe the world needs more people reaching and caring for others ... not more people ostracized 🤔.

Friday 6 March 2020

Ponder!!!




Ponder !!! ----------------------- A donkey was tied to a tree. The Devil came and untied it. The donkey ran into the fields and started destroying the crop. The farmer's wife saw this and shot the donkey dead. The donkey's owner was upset so he shot the farmer's wife. The farmer came back to see his wife dead, he went and shot the donkey's owner. The wife of the owner of the donkey asked her sons to go and burn the house of the farmer. The boys went late evening and carried out their mother's orders happily, assuming that the farmer too would have been burnt with the house. Sadly for them it wasn't that, so the farmer came back and shot the wife & the two sons of the owner of the donkey. Remorseful, the farmer asked the Devil why did all this have to happen? The Devil said, *"I did nothing. I only released the donkey, but, all of you reacted, overacted and released the inner devil in yourselves."* So the next time before *replying, responding, reporting, rebuking or avenging a revenge*, stop and think. Be careful. Many a time what the Devil does is that it just *"releases the donkey"* in us.

Monday 2 March 2020

Be Humble.




A lady worked at a meat distribution factory. One day, when she finished with her work schedule, she went into the meat cold room (Freezer) to inspect something, but in a moment of misfortune, the door closed and she was locked inside with no help in sight. Although she screamed and knocked with all her might, her cries went unheard as no one could hear her. Most of the workers had already gone, and outside the cold room it's impossible to hear what was going on inside. Five hours later, whilst she was at the verge of death, the security guard of the factory eventually opened the door. She was miraculously saved from dying that day. When she later asked the security guard how he had come to open the door, which wasn't his usual work routine. His explanation: "I've been working in this factory for 35 years, hundreds of workers come in and out every day, but you're one of the few who greet me in the morning and say goodbye to me when leaving after work. Many treat me as if I'm invisible. Today, as you reported for work, like all other days, you greeted me in your simple manner 'Hello'. But this evening after working hours, I curiously observed that I had not heard your "Bye, see you tomorrow". Hence, I decided to check around the factory. I look forward to your 'hi' and 'bye' every day because they remind me that I am someone. By not hearing your farewell today, I knew something had happened. That's why I was searching everywhere for you." The moral of the lesson to reflect upon is: Be humble, love and respect those around you. Try to have an impact on people who cross your path every day, you never know what tomorrow will bring. Ask yourself whether you are here to influence others or to be influence by others. It doesn't take a lot of minutes to greet and smile to people, doesn't take a lot of time to be kind to people. When you have the heart, nothing is too difficult to do.

Sunday 1 March 2020

Be wise as a Serpent Be as gentle as a Dove.



Be as wise as a serpent
Be as harmless as a dove
Do not throw away your life
Don’t throw away your tomorrows
Don’t hurt others
Be gentle and quiet
Be wise and harmless
The quiet learn more
Only the gentle are loved
The serpent sits silently and watches for an opportunity
The dove never troubles anyone, no one is its enemy
The heart of a dove is as white as its heart
The serpent is a silent stalker
Life gives an opportunity, stalk it and take it silently
The dove minds its own business, it hurts you not
Hurt a dove and the serpent strikes





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