Shubha and Acrow

I don’t know why it took me so long to play with Google Correlate but finally… let’s see what correlates best to people googling me!

In India it’s Mughal… no surprise… and then a bunch of people having IT issues with their HP. Shubha Mudgal is a well known classical Indian singer.

In Canada… well there’s nothing really to make of this?  Acrow is some sort of manufacturing company…

In the US it correlates most to “Toronto night”…which is sort of creepy since I’m from Toronto but when I google that nothing comes up?  And then it also correlates to a bunch of coding related queries… sort of like the call centre skewed terms in India.  And “medical college” which I’m sure is a sign!

 

Then, for fun, I drew my own trend and tried to correlate it!  In the US it correlates to “hydraxian”…no clue on that… and then a lot of cars!  I found a trend relating to cars!

 

In Canada, it appropriately correlates to “crazy” which I assume is just google messing with me: either it’s laughing at me for taking “medical college” seriously, or it’s a sign that I should become a psychiatrist…

Why New York is the best place to practice meditation

The gatekeeper technique of meditation: focus on one point and watch your breath as it passes through that exact spot, as if you’re a gatekeeper watching people at the moment they pass underneath the arch to enter the city. I’ve never actually been able to do this, but I can imagine it – sensing molecules of air just as they pass through an atomically thin section of air – ignoring the molecule just before and just after.

New York should be a haven for practicing gatekeeping.

Thich Naht Hanh (I think) wrote that walking down the sidewalks of New York you have no choice but to be mindful – otherwise you’ll be hit by a car.

J-walking in Manhattan, which you do about once every 2 minutes, means that as your foot approaches the curb at 18th street, you are aware of each car, biker, stroller, dog, person that crosses the rectangle just in front of you. Rarely are you able to think of what’s happening a block away, the people you just passed, the bicycle at the end of the intersection – none of those are important.

Every second is an opportunity to learn how impermanent emotions are – stupid bike messenger cuts you off going the wrong way on a one way street and your anger spikes, but just as quickly as the tire spinning outside of your rectangle, you see someone helping another woman bring a stroller down the subway staircase and your anger is completely replaced by joy. All of it is quickly pushed aside again, replaced by anxiety, as you realize you’re only halfway through the intersection and the light just turned red.

When you stop being mindful – you approach an intersection with your head buried in your iphone or something interesting is happening across the street – it doesn’t take that long before something makes you pay attention to the oily, dirty puddle that you’re about to step in.

Christmas Video – 2011

After last year’s crossword, this year I decided to go with a simpler update!
Shubha’s Christmas Video Update – 2011

“Multicultural Holiday”

I had this published on ABCDlady a couple of years ago and thought I might as well repost it for the holidays.

A Multicultural Holiday

It was a lazy December, and we didn’t feel like pulling out the Christmas tree and spending all day decorating it. My mom insisted we have something though—it was tradition. So we decorated a potted plant from our suburban living room with a select handful of Christmas ornaments on it. We even completed it with a star at the top. But this was an atypical Christmas. Our usual Christmas features 20 devout Hindus following along with their printed music to “O Come All Ye Faithful,” my favorite carol. We never even had any discussion over whether we should crown our tree with an angel.

As Hindus, we celebrated Diwali too, having dinner with neighboring family at home or a restaurant. Days before, we shopped for new clothes, which we kept folded aside with all the tags still on them until the holiday morning. Diwali was always a small event—people had work and school to go to the next day anyway.

So, perhaps because of this, on Christmas we did it up. Weeks in advance each year, my brother and I unearthed three big cardboard boxes labeled “Christmas” and start sorting through them: icicle Christmas lights, artificial tree, and every Christmas ornament we bought since my family moved to Canada in 1979.

Then, on Christmas Eve, about 20 of us descended on the next person’s house in the holiday rotations, and the jolly good times began. Most notable was the food. We would have some sort of potluck dinner theme: Mexican, Italian, Thai, North Indian or South Indian. Whatever the ethnicity, the setup was the same, with pots and serving bowls lined up along the island in the middle of our kitchen. First, the kids stood in line with paper plates, piling on food while being told to take more vegetables and dal (lentils). Then, we took our dinners pretty much anywhere: tables, couches, the floor. After we were all taken care of, we ran to the basement to entertain ourselves while the adults took their turn. In case you didn’t catch that: Indian style dining, global food and a Christian holiday.

The night also included movie-style holiday festivities. Family crafts, such as decorating our own glass Christmas balls or a secret Santa gift exchange preceded carols. Then, whichever kid was old enough to read but young enough to wear a Santa hat without embarrassment handed out the gifts under the tree. The tree, as with every proper Christmas tree, included lights, tinsel, a star or an angel and pine cones with glitter and red yarn coming out of them—one of many handmade additions from my brother and me. But then, over the years, we also managed to include a Christmas ball with an “om” written on it in Hindi, and even one in Tamil.

Now, decades later, our generation is having our own children. A lot of things have changed, of course. No longer is the staple food rice—it’s pasta and tomato sauce or cheese pizza. Unlike our parents, many of us don’t have the option of sliding into Tamil whenever we need to have adult conversations. And this time, we find ourselves constantly deliberating over how to make our children aware of their Hindu heritage, while making sure they are not left out of the festive Christmas holiday.

I think about how Christmas will look when I have children. I imagine it will likely be the same as it is for my nieces and nephews—exactly the same as it was for me (without the retro clothing). And Diwali? Probably the same again: an Indian dinner and some new clothes, perhaps with the addition of Googling answers to questions about the origins of the holidays.

When I was 16 years old, I made the unprecedented decision to go to a temple-based Hindu summer camp. That two weeks with a sanyasi (religious guide/teacher) taught me more about Hinduism than all the holidays we every celebrated. It showed me that traditions and celebrations are simply that, whereas religion is all faith and beliefs. I imagine teaching my children about the religion that is Hinduism, while enjoying our festive Christmas traditions.

 

TamilMatrimony

Filter by:

  • Resident status (work permit, student visa, citizen, temporary visa)
  • Physical status (normal, physically challenged)
  • Complexion (fair, very fair, wheatish, wheatish brown, dark)
  • Profile created by (self, parents, siblings, relatives, friends)
  • Occupation… nonprofit is not an option.

To humour certain family members who think TamilMatrimony.com would be an appropriate online “dating” site for me, and because I was certain it would make good blog fodder, I decided to try a realistic search for myself.  Not just because I’m Tamil, but also because according to them (bharatmatrimony is the umbrella org):

JuxtConsult’s 2011 India Online Survey reports that we are the most preferred matrimony portal among Indians.

BharatMatrimony is to Matrimony as Facebook is to Social Media, Youtube to Videos, as these 3 dynamic mediums have 80% and more usage in their respective domains.

Initial impressions, check out the default search options.  See if you can spot the difference!

So continuing to play along, I tried to pick the options that would be the most likely to reveal someone I would get along with and bring me down to a manageable number: New York, profile created by self, unmarried (the default option), with photo, and citizen since they’re more likely to have been in the US for a while…

I managed to get myself from thousands down to 169.

I’ve regretfully decided that posting photos would be mean, but the first photo that came up, my “featured profile,” was wearing black sunglasses though.  In his words…

I am looking for a simple and honest life partner from a decent family. Please go through my profile and see whether I can be a potential match for you. :)

Therefore, I describe a happy family just like a healthy plant, if I give water, sun and air, it blossoms.

Even better, according  to the standard questions on his profile… his blood type is AB (my favorite kind!!!), his family is of type “nuclear” (also my favorite kind!!!), his dad’s occupation is “business” and his mom’s is housewife.  His preferred dress style (yes, it’s a standard question!) is “casual wear”.

NEXT

Sorting through a lot of one sentence profiles, preferred dress casual AND formal (!!!) this seems to be the best option for me!  I especially love strict and serious life people.

I am a fun loving, outspoken, traditional, God fearing and caring individual. I am very strict and serious when it comes to life, I love watching movies, playing games, and spend the time with my family.

I was born and brought up in the suburb of Kolkata until 1996 and since then We are living in the city of New York. Currently, We own a house and an apartment in NYC and Kolkata respectively

We have day to day contacts with all the friends and brothers and sisters and cousins of my parents and mine living in different places of U.S. and India. I am very much involved with all such sensitivity as expected from a grass-rooted Bengali.

My parents would return to Kolkata ASAP and I also intend to return to India within a few years although nothing has yet been finalised. This is most important to note before proceeding for a marital relation.

I am the only child of my parents and I love and respect them more than anything. I would like my partner to be the same way and very caring and understanding. Since marriage is a knot between two families, it is very much necessary to know each other as much as possible..

Now, I will admit that I did not take the effort to filter my options even further.  I can filter by interests!  For example, I could pick someone who is “humorous” (the others are all strict and serious), or a Teetotaler!  Or perhaps someone who is “well settled” (I don’t even know what that means).

  • Family oriented (128)
  • Well educated (117)
  • Health conscious (107)
  • Loves music (106)
  • Loves food (104)
  • Ardent Reader (86)
  • Nature lover (86)
  • Humorous (84)
  • Teetotaler (69)
  • Affectionate (59)
  • Down to earth (52)
  • Romantic (50)
  • Passion for photography (41)
  • Spiritual (29)
  • Well settled (29)
  • Artistic (22)
  • Loves pets (14)
  • Loves poetry (8)

For the sake of this blog, I then peruse some of the “post by parents”.

Despite 23 years abroad, firm roots in Indian culture and values. Strict vegetarian, non smoker and teetotaller.

MBA from UC, Berkeley, MS from UC, Irvine, BS from UT, Austin, Texas, all with distinction and honors.

Currently, Director, MNC, San Francisco.

Family:

We are Upper middle class Brahmin Iyer family., ready to marry into any respectable and cultured Tamil speaking Brahmin family. Father of boy held leadership positions in Government and later in private sector and retired as CEO, MNC, Malaysia. Mother, MA, MLitt, BEd, all in Economics, is home maker. Younger brother , BS, MBA, VP in MNC in USA., is happily married to Iyer girl, working as Director in MNC,USA.

Looking for:

Life partner, committed to marriage as a lifelong pleasant and permanent relationship, open minded, frank, not moody, not secretive, out going, cheerful, compassionate, caring, loving, accommodative, quickly identifying herself with family of husband, family oriented, wants to have children and family, where ready to play lead role, modern and yet practicing our religion, customs and practices at required situations and functions, firm belief in God, respecting and supportive of elders and eager to bring up children with vegetarian food habits and our religious values, customs and practices, supportive of research pursuits of husband, ready to live always with husband at his place and permanently in USA.

Horoscope match a must!!  (this is a complex procedure where you hire an astrologer to look at your day, time, etc of birth and compare it to the other person’s to decide if this is a good match…)  And at the very, very, bottom of the entire profile after reading about siblings, family, favorite cuisine and type of dress, a reiteration of the parents’ desires, there is one little paragraph:

Boy is looking for an understanding and adjusting life companion, with whom he can build a family and a trusted relationship and a life together of their own, an open, understanding and an accommodative person, who can be a source of inspiration and happiness.

I wish them all the best!  I’m pretty sure the man of my dreams is not waiting around on TamilMatrimony.com.  However, he could be on OverweightShaadi.com!

Unemployment

I’ve been doing a bit of writing again now that I joined a writing class (it’s almost over).  However, this I wrote because I’m hoping to put it in the meditation centre’s newsletter.  It’s an almost final draft.  I post it here because I know so many of you were/are in the same boat in terms of being unemployed.  I’m sure you won’t relate completely but perhaps a bit.  (The end gets specific to the meditation centre and donations… but that’s ok).

Dana=donations in this context

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Unemployed, a few dollars in a bin from someone else was my billion-dollar psychological bailout.  For example, when someone asks you “What do you do?” upon replying “Well I just finished grad school and now I’m looking for work,” social graces dictate that you tack on how lucky you feel to have this extra time to pursue other things, like finishing off that sewing project gathering dust behind textbooks with names like Rural Poverty Unperceived.  You have to follow that up by how you also feel lucky to be in such a position of privilege: dependent-less, a lifetime away from retirement, and acutely aware of being blessed with a family that would catch you just before you hit the curb, or the homeless shelter.  Internally though, I was placing the guilt of not feeling grateful enough on the tip of a leaning tower of negative emotions.

I knew that what I wasn’t allowed to say is that I hated myself even more for not actually believing everything that I so carefully glazed this conversation with.  Or at least that, while simultaneously feeling deep compassion for those in worse situations than I, I still found it almost impossible to find a reason to get out of bed in the morning – a morning that bled into afternoon, into evening, into night.

I couldn’t add that I questioned every decision I ever made leading up to this point on my timeline, including whatever led me to believe it was so important to have a positive impact in the world.  So important that I believed sinking all my money into a degree with the express purpose of getting paid next to nothing to help others would all work out in the end.  All the while, not realizing that “next to nothing” would, at that point, be “nothing.”  I definitely questioned the more recent decision to be out at dinner – forcing me to examine my hidden emotions in order to carefully mold a lie around each crack.  It became easier to avoid such situations altogether.

But, after years of my-life-is-always-lived-with-a-bit-of-anxiety, I had already discovered the mind-body connection.  Not through meditation or yoga.  Perhaps the exact opposite, in fact: sprinting.  When I went a couple of days without burning down the basketball courts at Riverside Park, so fast my headphones started thwaping against the air behind me, I became like a demon. Not a very big one, but a loud, angry one certainly.  So, whining and screaming, I would burn down the asphalt again, temporarily subduing my internal monster.  For all my lack of sleep and my one-meal-a-day appetite (good for the wallet, but not the stomach), I can only imagine how much worse my demon-form would have been without the sprinting.

So three months into my affair with unemployment, I was open to discovering mindfulness meditation.  At a time when even my running shoes were betraying me for lack of funds, I could envision what it could look like to simply sit with my demeaning internal dialogue.  And, unlike the “by donation” ticket counters in the buildings of Museum Mile, the New York Insight Meditation Centre removed the shame of feeling like a child being loudly reminded to “say thank you.”  The discretely placed baskets all over the meditation room and halls allowed me to feel my emotional and financial shame quietly – never judging me and encouraging me not to judge myself.

Unemployed, I saw how difficult it can be for people, people worse off than I, to get what they need during the times they need it most. I have, and continue, to devote my education, my career, to trying to create institutions that allow people to live with freedom.  But during that time, I also felt how important individual support was: food banks, scholarships, mentoring.  I saw that no real change can happen without people first being able to live each day.

Now that I have found myself employed again, Dana is how I express my gratitude for what was offered to me, and I try to ensure that others may also continue to receive non-judgmental support in their day-to-day lives.

Indians and other Asians in America

To avoid the wrath of Kedar, I’m posting an article that he sent me a while back.  I mean, it is very interesting and I would post it wrath or none! :)

The article summarizes some interesting stats about the 3.2 million Indians living in America, compared to other Asians.  So I made some graphs!  The most interesting to me is the amount of people that speak languages other than Hindi.  Tamil is up there.

 

Also, I didn’t realize how huge the Filipino immigration to the US was.  They have the highest number of immigrant visas issued to them in the last decade (followed by India), and highest estimated number of undocumented immigrants. It was curious to me since I assume the population of the Philippines is relatively small so I graphed the number of undocumented immigrants given in this article, divided by the population of the country (in per mil, not percent).  What I really would have wanted is the number of immigrant visas relative to the number of applications.. but I don’t know how to find that.

 

Up to 2009, Taiwanese and Indian Americans led all Asian groups in higher educational attainment, with 73% to 68 %, respectively, having a bachelor’s degree or higher.  I was curious about how this Indian group breaks out (mostly I was shocked it wasn’t higher), so for 2010 I did see that male Indians have 75% bachelor’s degree attainment and female Indians only have 66%. I tried breaking this down for people born in India vs born in the US but no such luck.

I did get a few other numbers though while I was on the government’s website.  29% of Indians in the US were born here.  There’s an almost equal male-to-female ratio of Indians born here, vs foreign born ones (appx 51/49).  46% of the foreign born Indians entered the US after 2000, but I think that is logical since this includes people on immigrant visas so presumably looking at the current decade, any time, you would have skewed numbers since people will have left the US who came in in previous decades.

And in case you’re curious, here’s median income.  In 2010 the median annual earnings for a male born in the US was appx $49K (female $37K) and for a foreign born male was appx $36K (female $31K).

Full House / Family Matters mashup

You know you’ve had those moments where you try to sing the Full House theme song and realize you’re actually singing Family Matters? Well we made a mash-up of the two theme songs!! It’s beautiful!!!

Melted crayon art

Preethi found this awesome crayon craft thing in which you melt crayons to create art…

So we decided to make our own when I was home for Canadian Thanksgiving.  The key difference from everything we saw, and what we wanted to do, is we didn’t want to keep the crayons on our finished product.  It turned out amazingly!

First we picked all our crayons that we wanted – we needed between 30 and 50 to fit across the entire canvas so I would say the most time consuming part of this entire piece was just deciding how to order the crayons.  It took probably a good hour of swapping colours here and there.  Also Preethi had read that you should only use good quality crayons (like Crayola) because apparently they have the right wax ratio.

Then we took cardboard and glued a bunch of pieces together to add thickness.  After some experimented, we decided that the crayons had to hang off the cardboard onto the canvas or else the crayon would end up melting between the crack of the canvas and the cardboard.  Then we glue gunned each crayon to the cardboard, and taped the cardboard onto the top of the canvas.

Next is the part where you use your hairdryer to melt the crayons.  We had to use our hairdryer on high (we read to only use it on low but low did nothing for us…) and we used a diffuser.

The one disappointment was that we wanted the crayon to splatter as it seemed to with many other people.  We couldn’t for the life of us get any consistent splatter…although we got a little bit here and there.

Some of those short crayons are half crayons as we realized we were running out.. the half crayons worked just fine except some of them actually melted out of their wrappers and fell down onto the canvas!  It was pretty easy to fix the spots where they fell onto the canvas, but annoying nonetheless.

When we were done, we removed the cardboard but then we had these little bumps of wax where the crayons touched the canvas.  We flipped over the canvas and very carefully heated up those bumps… not enough that they would run but enough that they smoothed out and blended in with the rest of the artwork.  To me that was the second most time consuming part of the project just because I had to be very careful to not melt the part of the artwork that I was now happy with…

Here’s our finished pieces!

Because I have a very long white wall that I am trying to fill with something, I plan on doing 2 more pieces with blue and… I haven’t decided on the third one.

Oh and lastly, we plan to spray it with a polyurethane spray because I’m afraid it will now be easy to crack or knock off some of the wax.

Letting go, not dropping

The best part about finally being settled into an apartment, and not getting constant blood tests due to blood clots, is being able to settle into a meditation community-routine.  I started going a couple of weeks ago, and the very first night I went there was a substitute teacher.

On an aside, people have often asked me/discussed with me why you would bother going to a centre or class to meditate when it’s…well meditating.  It’s not exactly a team sport.  And I think you have to go to a couple to realize why, but it a-keeps you on the practicing path when it’s so easy to fall out; b-gives you little tidbits of advice that stick with you.  Meditation, like so many activities I suppose, is not that complicated to understand but often it takes the right explanation, or multiple explanations, of the exact same concept to “get it”.  And what clicks for one person isn’t going to click for everyone.  I still remember what a sanyasi had told me about meditation (I didn’t know that’s what it was at the time) when I was 16.

So class formats in Western centres often go like this – very loosely led meditation for x amount of time (45 minutes or 1 hour in the evening ones I’ve been to), sometimes a walking meditation for 10-15 minutes, and then a reading or lecture for say 10-20 minutes by a teacher, then questions/discussion on either the readings, or just anything that people want to talk about in their own meditation practice.  These questions/discussions are where the nuggets of learning come from for me.

In this particular class I went to, somehow the topic came up of letting go of your past relationships with people to be able to interact with them – not making assumptions based on how they’ve behaved in the past, for example if you have a colleague who annoys you.  Someone said what I had also been thinking too – something along the lines of how of course forgiveness is about yourself, but that also there’s an intelligence in not always letting go of the past because it opens you up to getting walked all over, over and over again.  She concluded by saying that even though she gets *why* we should “let go”, she just doesn’t see how to let go.

The teacher picked up a little bell and held it in his hand – arm straight out with his fist facing down.  He said that when you imagine letting go of anger, hatred, fear, you aren’t letting it go like this.  He opened his hand, letting go of the bell, and it dropped to the ground.  He picked the bell back up and held his arm straight out again, fist face up.  He said, when you are letting go, you’re letting go like this.  He opened his hand, no longer holding onto the bell, but it stayed resting on his face up palm.  I loved this visual – it doesn’t mean that you are trying to make anything disappear, you’re just trying to let go by releasing the tense fingers clutching it.