The Voice of Should

“Duties are not performed for duty’s sake, but because their neglect would make the man uncomfortable.
A man performs but one duty—the duty of contenting his spirit, the duty of making himself agreeable to himself.”*

 Monday, January 30, 2006 11:51:15 PM

I know a young man whose parents sent him to Harvard University to study medicine. It was his first time away from home and while he was away his heart came alive and he discovered art history. Now he wants to change his major from medicine to art history. You can imagine how upset his parents have become. They are trying to force him to get back on track and study medicine, and since he is a good boy he will surely give up his dreams and study what his parents want. He will do what he should do, study medicine. His parents will then get him married and his life will be set. This is the way of most children in our congregation. They do what they should. They are trained from the beginning of life to only listen to the voice of “should.”

The voice of should is the voice of reason, the voice of stability and the voice that leads to prosperity. It is also the voice of stagnation and the suppression of dreams. On the other hand, there is the voice of “destiny” which is the voice of vibrancy and often turmoil and instability. Anna, it is my contention that for a life to be successful, both voices must be heard. I understand the desire of this boy’s parents to see that he has a stable and safe life, but if he never listens to his voice of destiny his life will be burdensome and dry. At least a few important decisions in life must be made according to the cry of destiny. Why could this boy not be encouraged to at least take a few courses in art history? But I know his parents will not allow even a single spark of his soul to burn. This is the way for people who themselves have never listened to their own voice of destiny.

 

*Mark Twain

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The Voice of Destiny

“Everyone should carefully observe which way his heart draws him, and then choose that way with all his strength.”*

Saturday, January 28, 2006 10:08:31 PM

I consider myself most fortunate because throughout my life I have always felt that I am doing what I am supposed to be doing in life. I listen to my voice within; when it says act, I generally act. For this reason I feel that I am “on track” following the course that l am meant to follow. My voice within is the voice of destiny.

Anna, before I met Kama Nagari there were always opportunities to meet girls, although I usually did not take advantage of them. Occasionally I would wonder, “How will I ever get married? I never even attempt to meet girls”? But I was always so busy at school I never worried much beyond these fleeting thoughts. Somehow I just knew that such things would take care of themselves. It was the same when I decided to make Sanskrit my major in school. How would I make a living? Somehow I never worried about such a thing. I was like the child in the womb who wondered how he would eat without teeth once he was born. But intuitively he knows that nature takes care of such things. There is always a soft mother’s nipple waiting at the proper time, and in due course, teeth develop. So I really never worried about marriage, money and career. This is the way I live

When I first laid my eyes on Kama Nagari there was something about her that immediately captured my heart. You might say it was love at first sight. Immediately my voice within told me she was the one. So without question I married her. Was I wrong? Even though my marriage to Kama Nagari lasted only eleven years and so could easily be considered a failure, it bore wonderful fruit. I have five tremendous children. I have a new country that has awarded me opportunities beyond my wildest dreams. I have written and published books and I am playing a meaningful role in the lives of a whole community of people. Had I not married Kama Nagari these things would never have taken place. To say it should never have been undertaken is to deny the existence of my children and all that I have done since then and what I am doing now.

But following the commands of destiny is not an easy course. What struggles and pain I have gone through! Marrying in the way that I did, studying a subject that had virtually no prospects for employment, changing my country, religion and culture, how could I ever recommend such a course of action to anyone?

My marriage to Kama Nagari, like a handful of other events in my life, was a watershed moment. Had I not made these destiny leaden choices I am sure I would be living a more comfortable, but much less satisfying life in Canada. However, it is just not the drum beat that I am able to march to in this lifetime. My voice of destiny will not allow it.

 

*Hasidic

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Astrology: My Doorway to Science

Galileo*

“Scientists were rated as great heretics by the church, but they were truly
religious men because of their faith in the orderliness of the universe.”**

Wednesday, January 4, 2006 11:13:05 PM

Tyco Brahe was an astrologer, Copernicus was an astrologer, Kepler was an a astrologer and even Galileo had been trained in astrology and now I too, like these great personalities, wanted to study astrology. Unlike Christianity, however, astrology is still an integral part of Hindu culture, which meant that I also had a professional reason to study this topic. Consequently, I began to explore Hindu astrology with vigor and passion.*** Daily I would ride my bicycle to the university and sit in the library to study astrology. I collected dozens of astrological books and read them in every spare moment, but like most things, you cannot learn everything from a book, so I soon found a person who could teach me this subject. Unfortunately, my teacher turned out to be a hermit, who lived a hundred and fifty kilometers out in the California desert. This meant that I had to make a weekly pilgrimage to see this man just to spend a few hours learning “the mysteries” of astrology. I willingly made this trip for more than five years. This is how I eventually learned astrology.

From the beginning I learned that much of astrology is just basic astronomy, observing and understanding the movements of the celestial bodies, so I purchased a telescope and began to chart the skies. Even now I am an avid observer of the heavens. In the past every astrologer was an astronomer, but today most never even look at the sky, it is all done from a computer. Anna, one thing leads to another, so once I began charting the skies I learned some mathematics and I quickly discovered that mathematics was the language of science. This led me to learn some of the basic principles of physics and before I knew it I became hooked on science. Thus astrology, as it had done for Brahe, Copernicus, Kepler and Galileo, initiated me into the study of astronomy and science.

I have stated that aesthetics lies at the foundations of my religion, so aesthetics also lies at the foundations of my science. Anna, most of modern science, at least in the west, begins from the assumption that there is no metaphysical substratum or underlying order within the material universe. Call it God if you will, and yet science has been unable to disprove the existence of this God.**** Thus much of science is based on a negative assumption. But why not begin from a positive assumption? So I begin my scientific inquiry from a point of affirmation instead of negation. I look into a telescope and see wondrous beauty. I look into the microcosm and see incredible order and apparent design. I hear about the second law of thermodynamics and the principle of entropy and yet I see boundless organization all around me. So why not make a positive assumption about the nature of reality, that there is something more than mere dead matter all around us. This is how I begin my study of science. And the more mathematics I learn, the more physics I can grasp, the more I am amazed at the nature of reality. As strange as this may seem science nurtures my faith.

*Image Source: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/italy/4861889/Galileos-finger-goes-on-display-in-Italy.html
** Albert Einstein
***You can see my conclusions about astrology in another installment, entitled “My Adventure with Astrology.”
****See my writing installment, Radhika’s Question to understand my definition of God.

Travel Tips II

My recent trip to Europe was my “teeth cutting” “break in” maiden voyage and as you know before the trip I was in terrible anxiety. What kind of luggage should I have? How do I handle money? How should I book a flight and on what airline? How can I survive without knowing the local languages? “How do the trains work in Europe? I had so many concerns. And I remember the feeling only too well of stepping outside of the Metro in Paris. My moment of truth had arrived. But I did it and I survived. Now my bags are already packed and I could take another trip tomorrow with hardly any worries. Before that first trip I spent a lot of time learning how to travel. I talked to a lot of people and even watched some “how to travel” videos. I then went out and purchased what I thought I would need and then “field tested” everything in the streets of Paris and Rome. Here are some of my conclusions.

1. Traveling is exciting and fun, but it is a lot more enjoyable if you know your location in advance. Preparation is key. Don’t try to see everything the first time. Focus on just a few places and prepare as much as possible. I recall walking through the Louvre and not having a clue what I was looking at. I just knew that it was the right place to be. I made a mental note to return, but not before I have taken a little time to study some part of the collection. I am going to study impressionism and then return to see the originals. Many places like the Louvre and the Vatican have personal audio headset tours that you can purchase and take a walking tour. Such things take a lot of time, but they are worth it. Give your self time and focus on quality instead of quantity. My first trip was about quantity.

2. Small is beautiful and light is even better. I purchased a two piece luggage set with the following idea in mind. The main piece would carry non essential articles such as clothing, toiletries, non essential camera and computer cables. This main piece was also meant to serve as extra space for gifts during the return trip. My plan was to always check this piece of luggage as baggage. The matching smaller piece was used to carry essential items such as emergency toiletries, reading material, a small lap top computer and my full size DSRL camera. If I could travel without my computer and camera equipment I would find a way to travel with only this one piece of luggage. No checkin. It would be ideal to avoid having to wait for baggage every time I landed. These two pieces of luggage form a matching set, the smaller piece is attachable and both have wheels and pull handles. When you have to move this luggage in airports or on streets, the ability to attach the smaller piece is essential. I could have purchased a larger main piece, but I decided to take the smallest of the main pieces. I was not disappointed. Small and light is beautiful.
You will notice the large yellow strap in the main luggage piece. I added that as a safety feature in case my luggage was mishandled and also as easy identification. I included combination locks set to the same numbers on all sippers. I also matched the color of the locks to the color of the belt. I wanted to make my luggage stand out as much as possible so that other people would be less likely to misidentify it as their luggage and in case my luggage was lost it would be easy to describe. The locks were added so that it would be less easy to “plant” articles in my luggage. These were all safety measure suggested to me by more than one travel expert. I agree. Keep locks on everything and make identification obvious.

I also included a small shoulder/waist day bag. I used this bag every time I traveled from my hotel on day trips. It mostly carried my camera equipment. I purposely did not use a camera bag because I did not want to make it obvious that I has carrying a lot of expensive camera equipment. Most importantly this bag could be used either as a shoulder bag or a hip pack. I ended up using the bag as a hip bag most of the time. I also carried a small umbrella in this pack. Indispensable. You will notice the large colorful identification tag. I used this in airports, but not while I was on the streets. There I wanted to blend in as much as possible.

The next item you see is my toilet kit. The bad thing about this kit is that it large and could carry way too much. The good thing about this system is that is comes apart to allow so you can take just one part in your small carry on bag. There is a hook on this toilet bag so that it can hang in your shower. I could have used something half this size and I will probably buy a smaller system.

This is my shirts and pants bag along with a folding board. If you use this set up your shirts and pants travel very compact and perfectly folded. A folding board is something that surprised me. I would never have imagined that I would use such a thing, but I did, and it is a great system. I highly recommend a folding board. The other items are called cubes, separate bags for separate kinds of things, Notice the colors. I recommend the use of color for organization purposes. It also makes your luggage easily describable in case of damage or loss. Nothing in my luggage was lose, everything was in a cube of one size or another. I used one for underwear and socks and the other for camera and computer cables, power adapters and so on. If your bags are inspected custom officers the cubing system makes the process much easier and saves you a lot of trouble. Inspection officers do not bother with the cubes holding clothes.

I also used a check list. I think this is a good idea to use at the beginning of a trip. It might allow you to catch some missed item.

Science: The Big and the Small

“All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man’s life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom.”*

Tuesday, January 3, 2006 1:10:46 AM

I wonder if it is possible for someone who has not written a Ph.D dissertation to know the joy of completing such an endeavor? It took me 10 years and I was ecstatic at the end. Anna, the best thing about writing a dissertation is the tremendous focus that it entails. You flex every ounce of intellectual muscle to get through the ordeal. You enter a deep meditation, an intellectual trance, that envelopes your being. Anna, the worst thing about writing a dissertation is that it ends and you are left with a huge hole in your life. You have focused on a single topic for years and suddenly you are hanging in mid air. You can easily collapse into depression. For my part, I was compelled to open another area of research. In effect, I started another dissertation that is going on even today. I undertook a layman’s study of astrophysics and quantum mechanics, the study of the big and the small. I was spared from depression.

How does a person who has been moving on the cutting edge of Hindu theology sudden shift into the field of physics? Are these two fields not worlds apart? In fact, they are different sides of the same endeavor, namely a quest for knowledge. Anna, till the day I had completed my dissertation I had spent the majority of my life in the humanities: literature, history, philosophy and religious studies. After my dissertation I found myself laying at the bottom of a intellectual pit with no place to go. It was true, I was satisfied with my dissertation, not simply because I had finally completed it, but from what it had taught me and what I had learned about myself along the way. However, I soon realized that I had completed only half of what I had set out to accomplish. So where was I to take my next step? It was not long afterwards that I published my dissertation, and one day, leafing through the new book, I noticed an astrological chart that I had placed in one of the appendixes. Astrology? I had been curious about this topic for years, so something in my mind told me to spend a little time and study the subject and see where it could take me. “A little time” ended up lasting seven years! My encounter with astrology is a topic that I have written just a little about, but where it took me was unexpected. I eventually found myself at the door step of astronomy and ultimately, science.

*Albert Einstein

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Marriage: Seven Rules

As a Hindu priest I have certainly witnessed my share of marriage problems that have resulted in the dissolution of many unions. In this country 50% of all first marriages will fail within ten years and within Southern California, where I reside, 65% to 75% of all first marriages will fail. In Canada the national divorce rate is closer to 40%. In both countries 70% of all divorces are initiated by wives. While I believe the divorce rate within the Hindu community to be significantly lower than the national average this does not mean that the marriages are necessarily happier, it just means that husband and wife remained together became of social pressures and taboos against marriage separation and divorce that exist within the Hindu community. Two years ago I witnessed the dissolution my son Shesha’s marriage to Tara. And now I am witnessing an even more painful marriage dissolution, between my son Vrindavan and my daughter-in-law Jerri. This one is very personal because I performed the wedding 5 years ago in my own Hindu Temple. Amidst this latest disaster, I recently found out that my son Shesha and his girl friend Nikki are now planning to get married. How wonderful! I send them my blessings and yet I can not help but wonder, “Will this new union beat the dismal marriage statistics of this country”?

Blessings come not only in the form of acceptance, but also as good advice. I therefore offer the following thoughts on marriage to Shesha and Nikki. These are my real blessings.

Dear Shesha and Nikki,

Marriage is an extremely complex affair and a good argument can be made that any form of generalization will be invalid. While I agree to a certain extent, I do think that every marriage is governed by certain underlying premises. This is what I call the marriage model and so it is toward this underlying marriage model that I direct my focus. I estimate that I have performed almost 500 marriages over the last fifteen years and in almost every case I sit down with the bride, groom and family to work out the details of how they want their marriage performed. In the vast majority of cases the underlying wedding model that they choose is a streamlined version of the traditional Hindu wedding. According to this model the bride and groom come to the ceremony as individuals and then undergo a sacred ritual in the presence of family, friends and priest that amalgamates them into one entity. This new oneness of the bride and groom is symbolically suggested in many parts of the Hindu ceremony. Perhaps the most telling moment is when the bride and groom are actually tied together with an ornamental cloth. The role of family and friends in this ceremony is to witness and bless this new union. I call this type of wedding  the “oneness model.” The bride and groom come as individuals, and they leave as “one” newly created entity. Even though I perform mostly Hindu weddings, I believe that this wedding model is representative of most weddings that are performed in this country and perhaps in most of the world. I also believe that this oneness model of marriage is a prescription for future unhappiness and even divorce.

I recently talked to my mother about her marriage to my father and I was shocked to learn that there was a time when my mother almost left my father. I was even further taken aback to learn that my Aunt Peggy also wanted to leave my uncle Jim, and that even my brother’s wife Janet contemplated leaving my brother John a few years ago. Then I learned that on my wife’s side a similar situation had existed. There was a point when my mother-in-law almost left my father-in-law and that even my sister-in-law wanted to leave her husband. I was stunned. These were all apparently good marriages. I had no idea that so many relationships that seemingly looked so stable had come to near dissolution in my family. Virtually all the women in these relationships had plans to leave their husbands at some point. What was going on?

I have since checked the statistics and I find that this kind of scenario is extremely common. We have previously noted that 70% of all divorce suits are initiated by wives, but it also appears that close to 90% of all wives seriously contemplate leaving their husbands at some point in the relationship, and that in most cases the husbands are not even aware of how tenuous their marriage had become. Anna, I have always assumed that the major causes of marriage dissolution had to do with some form of “gross” violation such as infidelity, physical abuse, drug addiction, mental derangement, and so forth, but when I checked the statistics, I found that not nearly as many gross violations were the cause of marriage dissolution as I expected and that when these problems were the basis of marriage dissolution they were the cause of husbands leaving their wives and not wives leaving husbands! Wives tended not to leave their husbands when they were the victims of gross abuse! Instead men left their wives. Again I was stunned. On further investigation into the near dissolution of the marriages within my own family I discovered that in no cases were any of the wives the victims of gross abuse. All the husbands were good providers with no history of gross spousal abuse. So what was going on?

I have since talked to many of the wives in my family to find out why they felt they had no recourse other than to leave their husbands, and while it would not be appropriate to discuss the details of each case, I can generalize and state that I found a common thread running through each case, namely the smothering of the wives by their well intentioned husbands. By smothering I mean that the wives felt out of control, trapped, and over burdened by their husbands. They felt they had lost their ability to creatively shape their lives and play a meaningful role in their own marriages. Their marriages had become a dead end. Invariably they told me that they could no longer “talk” to their husbands. The husbands, on the other hand, could not see any problems in the relationship and even thought that they were completely open to listening to their wives. What a huge disconnect!

After some thought I conclude that the root cause of these “non abusive” near marriage dissolutions was the very conceptual foundations of the marriage itself, namely the “oneness” model of marriage.

 

 

I have in my mind two popular television shows that were current when I was growing up, “Leave it to Beaver (1957-1963)” and “The Dick Van Dyke Show (1961-1966).” Both these shows centered around the idea American family of the time and we, as the audience, were allowed an intimate view into the inner workings of two typical American families, the Cleavers and the Petries. (There were many such shows produced at the time. The Donna Reed Show and The Adventures of Ozzie & Harriet could also be mentioned.) I cite these examples because they exemplify the “oneness” model of marriage. The couples in these marriages are so interrelated as to be indistinguishable. They have no separate identities. The happiness of one is dependent on the happiness of the other. The failing of one causes the failing of the other. Through the power of the media the oneness model of marriage is perpetuated from one generation to another.

In the South Indian wedding there is a part of the ceremony where the couple go outside to gaze up into the night sky. The groom raises his hand toward the northern sky and asks his bride to find the big dipper and to look closely at the second star on the handle. This is the great sage Vashistha. The bride is then asked to look even more closely and see a tiny star next to Vashistha. This is his wife, Arundhati. Vashistha and Arundhati are binary stars and Arundhati rotates around Vashistha. In this way the wife is asked to make her husband the center of her life as Arundhati has made Vashistha the axis of her life. This symbolic gesture of looking at Arundhati also teaches the oneness model of marriage. Here the husband plays the dominant role and the wife is asked to build her life only in terms of her husband. In this case the happiness of wife is especially dependent on her husband. This was certainly the case with my mother and aunts and they were not even married according to Hindu traditions.

I cite examples from the Hindu wedding because I know the Hindu wedding best, but there is a similar symbology at work in the western ceremony. The lighting of the unity candle and the exchange of wedding rings are two examples that also suggest the oneness model of marriage. Therefore, in both the Hindu wedding and the Western wedding the power of religious symbolism is used to promote this model of marriage. There is little doubt that in much of the world today both the media and religion work together to promote the oneness model of marriage, and regardless of whether it is consciously understood or not, most couples have this wedding model implicitly laying at the foundations of their relationship.

As an alternative to the oneness model of marriage, I suggest the following shared mode, which I illustrate in three configurations. The point of the shared model is that it allows a balance between individuality and joint marriage space, whereas the oneness model does not. Depending on the needs of the couple they can decide how much space they wish to dedicate to each area of life. There is no right way to be married. Hence, three configurations. Illustration A affords just a small amount of individuality and so does not vary much from the oneness model; illustration B allows much more individuality, and illustration C the most. Illustration C may apply in the case of working professionals where each member keeps totally outside interests. Shesha and Nikki, a picture speaks a thousand words and so I leave it to you to decide what will work for you. I simple want to caution you not to fall for the traditional oneness marriage model that has been imperceptibly hammered into your brains from childhood. It does not work well in these times. Therefore, I offer you the shared marriage model.

The moment I set my eyes on Kama Nagari my heart ignited and I was overwhelmed with passion. It was love at first sight. Who was this person? I had to meet her. Within a short time I asked her to marry me and she accepted. My voice had spoken, “Go to her,” and I had listened. I married for love and passion and because of this my life was forever changed. For better or worse, I let you decide.

In the last four installments I have presented two theoretical models of marriage. Now I will add seven practical rules of marriage. There is, however, a problem that haunts me. I have no right to give practical advice on marriage to anyone. I have never followed any of the suggestions that I make here. I have blatantly broken all my own rules. That being said, every single one of these rules has been derived from my personal experience, sometimes very hard experience and by not following these rules I have made my life unnecessarily difficult. All I can do is guarantee that these seven rules will make the way of marriage easier, and the more you can follow them, the easier your life will be.

1. The number one mistake that a couple makes regarding marriage is to fail to realize what marriage is. Marriage is a long term legal contract that has to do with assets and liabilities. The assets of a marriage generally include real estate, investments and household property. The liabilities of a marriage are generally children and debts. The contract of marriage, therefore, has to do with property, children and inheritance. It is not a contract about emotions, feelings or love. So when you sign that marriage license be aware that you are signing a legal contract.

2. When choosing a partner be wary of damaged individuals. A damaged individual is a person who, primarily as a child, has been emotionally or physically hurt. This includes someone who has been physically beaten, sexually molested or who has grown up with alcoholic or drug addicted parents or with parents who have been in prison. Be also wary of persons who have grown up in a family where divorce has taken place at a time when the children were young or where some other kind emotionally dramatizing separation has occurred. As far as possible marry a person who has grown up in a stable, secure, two parent family.

3. It is important to marry a person who is your intellectual, emotional, economic and social equal. Therefore, you must know who you are as a person. If you have grownup in a family with no economic worries and you have lived with many luxuries do not marry a person who has not had these standards. If you are a person who likes to be social and entertain, do not marry a person who does not enjoy these things. If you are well educated, do not marry a person who is uneducated. If you want children do not marry a person who does not want children, and so on.

4. Do not get married until you have lived on your own for some time. It is important to give yourself time to mature and to establish your own identity before marriage. This relates to the previous suggestion. You do not know who you are as a person until you have lived on your own.

5. Before marriage you should openly discuss with your partner the most important aspects of how your marriage will run. This should include money management, sex,

Shesha and Nikki getting married Sept. '06

child rearing, social freedoms, religion (especially children’s religious upbringing), relations with in-laws, vacations, and personal habits such as diet, smoking, alcohol, and so on. The more you can discuss in advance, the better. It is also important to realize that marriage is dynamic and most of what you discuss will change. Be prepared to adjust.

6. Do not marry until your education is complete and your career has started. So long as you are still a student, you are not fully mature and not properly qualified for marriage, either emotionally or economically.

7. Take responsibility for your own happiness. Your partner is not responsible to make you happy. Therefore, order your life accordingly. In this regard I suggest some version of the shared model of marriage. This is perhaps the most important rule of all.

So, Shesha and Nikki, this is all that I have to say on the topic of marriage. My suggestion is that you take all the love and passion that you have for each other and package it in one of the marriage models that you think best suits your circumstances and then take as much of my practical rules as you can and go for it. Have a good life. You have my blessings.

The Foods of Paris

Thursday, December 1, 2005 7:40:14 AM

I have never tasted food so good as I did in Paris. I want to return just to sit in Paris cafes and break off pieces of french bread and soak them in soup! Mmmmmmm. What I can eat is so limited and yet I enjoyed what I was able to eat with glutinous delight. There is a sparkle to french cuisine that is indescribable. On the first night I arrived, I randomly stopped at a local cafe and tried my, “pre approved” food survival line:

Je voudrais le potage aux legumes sans viande et un morceau du pain, s’il vous plait. (I would like vegetable soup without meat and a little bread, please.) It seemed as if the whole cafe suddenly turned around to see who this American was trying to speak french. There was a deafening pause from the waiter, as if he was deciding whether my attempt at french qualified me to be accepted or snubbed, and then with a big smile he replied. Ah, oui monsieur, mais nous n’avons pas de potage aux legumes, au lieu de cela nous avons un potage des tomates. (Ah yes monsieur, but we do not have vegetable soup, instead we have tomato soup.) I stood in utter disbelief and joy. I understood! This was my first conversation in french in Paris and it worked! D’ accord, merci monsieur. I agreed and within minutes I saw someone returning to the cafe with a baguette in one hand of fresh tomatoes in the other. That evening I had the best tomato soup I have ever tasted. I was now a Parisian.

I can not imagine a city with more cafes, pastries, butcher shops and open markets than Paris. Food and drink are everywhere in Paris. On every corner there is a restaurant. In Los Angeles we have a Starbucks; in Paris they have a cafe on every corner. During my stay in Paris I must have sampled two dozen of these street cafes. After a few days I was beginning to collect favorites. When in this part of town I go here, in this part of town in go there and so on.

In a Paris cafe dinning is a pastime of great leisure. You enter a restaurant, take a seat and a waiter–I don’t think I saw a single waitress the whole time–brings a menu. Ash trays abound. Is there a non smoking section? Are you kidding? In America you are served water automatically. In Paris it is almost the same with wine. You buy water. In America you eat, you are presented with a bill, you leave. It is production-line dining. In Paris you eat; you stay; you read the paper, talk to the waiter; sip some wine, eat some more, talk to guests, sip coffee, eat some more, sip another wine. You never seem to leave. I felt the waiter would be broken hearted if I left. And you never seem get a bill. How do I get out of here? Bring me a bill so I can leave, damn it! It seems like you move in for the day! In the end when you finally do pay, the waiter works from memory right at your table deciding what you consumed. He writes everything down on the serviette you have been wiping your mouth on. But who can remember what you ate, it has been so long? Finally you pay him cash and he makes change from a apron right in front of you. Taking your credit card to the front is unheard of. Do you tip? Who knows? I never figured that out. I just did anyway. After all, you and your waiter have become good buddies over the last few hours!

Across the street from the Hotel where I stayed near the Bastille there was a patisserie that I especially liked. There I could buy all kind of cakes, cookies, breads and slices of pizza. Before I left America, my assistant, Steve, had armed me with the operative words for dinning in Paris, sans viande, without meat. But what he failed to tell me is that I should also include sans poissons et sans poulet. Apparently fish and chicken are not included under viande. I am reasonably sure I am still a vegetarian, but I had a few close calls. One one occasion I was saved by a fellow customer who understood what I was trying to tell the sales lady. Il est un vegetarien madame. A vegetarian! now that is something the French do not often run into. So I gradually learned how to buy food in Paris. At this particular patisserie I would buy a certain chocolate filled pastry everyday before I headed out for my day’s adventure. The lady got to know me and made sure I picked the one with the most chocolate fill. Ah, I can still remember the taste of this pastry as I sat on the banks of the river Seine having my snack. I love Paris.


Paris Burning

November 15, 2005 10:22:28 PM

As I write this note Paris and much of France is burning. For the last nineteen days riots have been raging throughout the main cities of France. It is fortunate that I was able to finish my trip before all this started. In the midst of these riots I do not think I would have taken my trip to Paris. But now that I have been to Paris, and now that I have made France a part of my life, I am disturbed by what is occurring. Yet, I am not surprised.

When I landed at Charles de Gaul I took the metro into Paris. As I boarded the train and began traveling I increasingly felt uncomfortable by the people who joined the train. It is hard to judge just where you are as you move through a new city, and yet I was beginning to feel unsafe. I was absolutely taken a back by the masses of graffiti and the garbage I saw in the streets. This was Paris? I was reminded of New York in the old days! Today New York is not nearly as bad as it used to be, but what I was seeing here was not at all what I expected of Paris. Then, as I gradually came closer to the inner city, my feelings of insecurity diminished and I began to feel comfortable again. Paris now looked as I expected.

Anna, you may not know, but American cities are usually their worst at the center. The farther you move away from this center the better it gets. I was confused by Paris because it is just the opposite. I now understand that I was moving through the neighborhoods that surround Paris where mostly black North African muslims live and that this is the area where the rioting is occurring. Spend just a few hours walking in the streets of Paris and you know that Paris has a huge muslim population much of which is from north Africa.

I like multicultural cities. I love to walk the city streets and take in the sights, flavors smells and sounds of the many cultures, but it is evident that France has a huge problem because they have not integrated these populations into the mainstream of French society.

Now these populations are revolting out of frustration and desperation. This is like the blacks in America. Every decade or so the black neighborhoods of Los Angeles erupt into rioting. However, I fear that the situation in Paris is infinitely more dangerous. This time the riots are just frustration driven, but I can see how they can easily become ideologically driven. A disenfranchised and frustrated muslim population sitting in the heart of Europe is a fertile ground for ideological driven terrorism. I am sure that middle eastern terrorism leaders are watching these Paris riots with interest. This time they are only burning cars; next time they may be blowing them up in public places. I am sure the French are now only too well aware of the time bomb that is ticking in their midst. But all of Europe should pay attention as well!

Living in Los Angeles

Now that Kama Nagari and I were back together again I no longer could afford the luxury of depression and so I become normal, and together we got down to the hard work of living again. We needed a place to live immediately. Temple apartments were not available, so we had to search for a private apartment near the temple. The Los Angeles Hare Krishna community was very big. There were hundreds of devotees. In fact the temple owned most of the buildings on both sides for a block in each direction. In addition, devotees who could not be accommodated in these temple apartments lived in great numbers throughout the neighborhood. We went looking for an apartment in the neighborhood near the temple. When we lived in Toronto, most of the apartment buildings were 20 or 30 story buildings, but here in Los Angeles two story buildings were the norm. We had moved to earthquake country! It would take a few months, but I would soon learn what this meant.

Finding a place to live has never been a difficult thing for me. Within just a day or two we had a place in spite of the fact that apartments were hard to find. That good old Jewish connection of Kama Nagari again worked wonders. Los Angeles is a very Jewish world and so just a few words of Yiddish landed us a good place to live. This time we found a one bedroom apartment on the bottom floor of a two story building. It was clean and quiet so I liked it. Truly I am a California man. Of all the places I have ever lived I like California the best. This was going to be my first winter outside of Canada and I was about to be permanently spoiled. It did not take more than a few days and we had moved into our apartment on Bagley Street, just a five minute walk from the Los Angeles Hare Krishna temple. We had virtually no furniture, just a few blankets so we slept on the floor. It was a very simple life indeed.

Now the matter of our house back in Dallas still had to be dealt with. Our car was also there. At first I was just going to abandon the whole matter and let the the mortgage company repossess the house. There was no loan on the car so I has just going to leave that parked in the driveway of the house. I had no idea what to do with a house that was 3000 kms away. Eventually I discussed the matter with Gadadhara and I soon learned that I could hire a property manager to rent the house out and maintain the property on my behalf. I was about to become an absentee landlord. I was very green, so I had never heard of such a thing. So after some discussion with Kama Nagari it was agreed that I would fly back to to Dallas, assign the house to a property manager and then drive back to Los Angeles with whatever things we owned in our tiny car. For me this was going to be a huge adventure. Flying to Dallas, doing business and then driving alone for such a great distance was a scary undertaking, but I was determined to do it. It did not occur to me at the time, but I am sure Kama Nagari worried if she would ever see me again. Would I stay in Dallas? Not a chance in hell; I had become a California man. For me California was love at first sight.

The trip back to Dallas was uneventful and the process of hiring a property management company was surprisingly easy. I had accomplished my first business venture and I was now a landlord in my new country. I did not see it this way at the time, but when I look back on the events now I am amazed that within just a few months of coming to the United States, Kama Nagari and I had acquired rental property. We were moving up! So within a few days I stuffed everything that we owned into our car and headed back to Los Angeles. The previous year I had driven from Dallas to Miami, that was east, now I was traveling west to Los Angeles. By the time this trip was over I would have seen more of this country than Canada. The distance from Dallas to Los Angeles is greater than traveling from Rome to London and this is only half the way across the country. United States is a very big country.

Coming Back to Los Angeles

In the Hindu wedding there is a time at the beginning of the ceremony where the groom is given the opportunity to leave and avoid marriage all together. This is done just before the bride enters; it is called Kashi Yatra, leaving for Kashi. Kashi is one of the most holy cities in Hinduism. It is a place where many people go, in the final stages of life, to abandon the world and become monks. I always do my best to persuade the groom to become a monk and avoid the worldly responsibilities of marriage. To this day, however, not a single groom has ever taken my advice and left the wedding. Anna, when I got married to Kama Nagari I should have followed my own advice and left for Kashi.

I say this not because I did not want to be with Kama Nagari, instead I was simply not ready for marriage. Imagine never having had a girl friend and then marrying the first girl you met. Imagine moving directly from your parent’s home into your own apartment with a woman you have known for only three months, and then having a baby with her nine months later. Imagine then moving to a new country without any source of income. Any one of these things are major life changes that need to be slowly absorbed, but for me I swallowed them all within the span of a year. Could you write a better prescription for anxiety? I had no business getting married without first living on my own. I needed time to establish my identity. Nor should I have gotten married until my education was finished and my career was started. I should have dated a few girls and gained experience before I married! I was still a boy. And then to immediately have a baby and change countries, what kind of madness was this? But life is rarely ideal, so I did not leave for Kashi. Instead, I left for Dallas with a wife and child.

As I mentioned, the situation in Dallas that summer was desperately hot and depressing. The school had closed and the temple was in disarray. I fell into depression, only I could not understand what was happening to me. The pressure of the previous year had finally caught up with me. I had no energy. My appetite was gone and even though I could not get out of bed for days, I could hardly sleep. Finally, Jagadish, the temple president and my mentor from Toronto, invited me to come to Los Angeles for a change. So I went with him for a short visit. The minute I arrived in Los Angeles, life again entered my soul. The fresh smell of the ocean air overwhelmed me. The humidity and the repressive heat of Dallas were gone. I felt that all my burdens and responsibilities had been shed. In that split second I knew that I would never again return to Dallas. But then another thought entered my mind: I did not want to be with Kama Nagari anymore. I could no longer face the life that I was creating with her. I began to entertain the thought of leaving her. So once I arrived at the temple Jagadisha arranged for me to share a small place with some other devotees. I stayed in LA and quietly let the days creep by. I did not call Kama Nagari, nor did I return her calls. I was trying to forget that she ever existed. She had been abandoned in Dallas with a four month old child.

Immediately upon my arrival in Los Angeles I was scooped up by the community’s publishing business, the BBT, and given a job as a Sanskrit editor. The BBT published the spiritual books that were sold in the temples, on the streets and in the airports. A deal was soon struck between the BBT and the community’s school so that I was “loaned out” as a Sanskrit teacher to the school in addition to my regular editorial work. By “job” I do not mean a job in the ordinary sense. In those days full time devotees worked for the community and were given either a temple apartment or money to find their own private apartment. They were also given a small maintenance stipend that matched their individual or family needs. In other words, I was given a sustenance wage for my “work.”

Life in Los Angeles was exciting; life in Dallas was depressing, so you can just imagine the joy I felt at coming to Los Angeles. The community was situated in a respectable residential neighborhood about 16 kms from the ocean. It was common for devotees to swim every afternoon throughout the spring, summer and fall seasons so I began to do this as well. As a single man I had a tiny room that I shared with a couple of other men. That was all I needed because I was hardly at home. Everyday I would get up at 3:30 AM, attend the temple morning program, eat breakfast in the temple dinning hall and then go to work. By early afternoon I would go for a swim and then come home and take a nap. Even today this is the source of my daily afternoon nap. In the evening I would attend the community’s religious program and then take rest by 9:00 PM. I had nothing to worry about. It was the fall of 1976 and for the first time in over a year I felt free.

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