Archive for September, 2009

Ayurvedic Farsi

September 16, 2009

The first day of teaching grade 8 students how to solve equations in algebra is a day full of confusion about what x means and students using old algebra tricks that cause them to constantly make mistakes. Having been a math teacher for a few years now, I am hardly affected, as I know this too shall pass.

But today… a new student. Her native langauge is Farsi, but she can’t tell me this, because she doesn’t speak a word of English. Her first day at school must be so confusing that she writes 6 when I ask her to solve 5+3= __. I hope it was just the first day jitters along with the alien language surrounding her.

I still cannot imagine being in a foreign country where it seems like nobody speaks my language. I suppose I can thank the British for colonizing India so I can take my time to learn Kannada and Hindi.

Yesterday my friend took me to an Ayurvedic doctor. I have pain and restricted movement in my arm/shoulder/neck which the doctor attributed to inflammation of the vertebrae (which is known as Ankylosing Spondylitis) and the thinning of hyaline cartilage between my shoulder’s ball and socket, which can lead to arthritis. He gave me three pills which contain everything from anti-inflammatories to sexual enhancements… very versatile!

Today the cleaning lady has come for the second time and she is doing an amazing job once again… big tip for her. I have purchased a futon and my apartment is cleaned once a week, so I am now accepting visitors. Please let me know when you’re coming.



September 11, 2009

I have seen myself become less and less talkative. I tend to let thoughts bounce around in my head for a while before speaking and find that by the time I feel like speaking, the conversation has moved on and there is something else bouncing around in my head.

I have had the thought of selfishness bouncing around in my head for a while. I find that I do almost everything for selfish reasons and I am very content with this. Being nice to and assisting others secures a better environment for me. I have only recently thought of something that I feel I do not do for selfish reasons. I do not want my loved ones to have to suffer through and after my death, so I hope to outlive as many as I can.

I think donating to charities seems selfless to most, yet selfish to me. Wanting to live forever may seem selfish to most, but selfless to me. If the self is an illusory product of vibrating subatomic strings, this post is the truth of my illusion.

Mytrip to Mysore

September 6, 2009

The Chief Minister of Andra Pradesh died in a helicopter crash this past Thursday. The Chief Minister of Karnataka has declared a two day mourning period, for which I attended the largest International Film Festival on water right here in Bangalore. It was inspirtational and will hopefully be a turning point for the rest of my life. I went out to a posh club, Fuga, on Saturday night in Bangalore and danced the night away with people who were too cool.

Last weekend I spent the weekend in Mysore, which is also in the Indian state of Karnataka about 3 hours by train from Bangalore. Click here to see the pictures I posted on Facebook. Check out some video clips I took…

Cow Market!

Hand rolled incense by Salim, my best friend in Mysore

Hand made wood carvings. They don’t stencil… they freehand it!!!

Cows have the right-of way.

A street vendor squeezing out fresh sugar cane juice… of course it tasted wonderful.

There were quite a few buffalo on top of Chamundi Hills.