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BBC – Freedom of the Press …

Posted on September 22, 2018. Filed under: Guide Posts, Personalities, The English |

What India’s first newspaper on Democracy

The front page of Hicky's Bengal Gazette, 28 April 1781Image copyrightUNIVERSITY OF HEIDELBERG
The newspaper was named after its founder, James Augustus Hicky

India’s first newspaper, founded in 1780, held up a mirror to British rule in India. It can also teach us about how tyrants work and how an independent press can stop them, writes journalist and historian Andrew Otis.

Known as Hicky’s Bengal Gazette after its intrepid founder, James Augustus Hicky, the newspaper notoriously dogged the most powerful men in India.

It dug into their private lives and accused them of corruption, bribery and abuse of rights. Among many claims, it accused the then ruler of British India, Governor General Warren Hastings, of bribing the chief justice of India’s Supreme Court.

It alleged that Hastings and his top aides launched illegal wars of conquest, taxed the people without representation and suppressed freedom of speech.

The newspaper also reported on the lives of Europeans and the Indian poor – often news that its competitors would have ignored. It bonded with those at the lowest levels of colonial society, especially the soldiers who fought and died in the wars waged by the British East India Company.

At the height of its power, the Company controlled large parts of India with its own armed forces. But it was disbanded after Indian soldiers in its army revolted against the British in 1857.

The newspaper, in fact, called on the soldiers to mutiny, arguing that their throats were “devoted to the wild chimeras of a madman”, a reference to Hastings.

Warren HastingsWarren Hastings was the then ruler of British India

But soon the criticisms became too much for the government to stand. Those in power sought to discredit those who held them accountable.

The East India Company funded a rival newspaper to control the narrative, while Hastings’ surrogates resorted to ad hominem attacks, calling the newspaper “insolent” and referring to its writers as “pitiful scoundrels”.

Finally, when one of its anonymous writers argued that the “people are no longer bound to obey” when the government no longer consults their welfare, the East India Company moved to shut it down.

Hastings repeatedly sued Hicky himself for libel. Hicky stood little chance in front of a bribed judiciary.

He was found guilty and, despite printing his newspaper from jail for another nine months, the Supreme Court issued a special order to seize his printing press, shuttering India’s first newspaper for good.

Eventually the allegations of abuse of power and rights made it back to England. Armed with reports from Hicky’s Bengal Gazette, the members of parliament launched an investigation.

This resulted in the recall and impeachment of both Hastings and the Chief Justice of India at the time.

The reports in Hicky’s Bengal Gazette, and later, in the British newspapers, were instrumental in building public pressure against corruption.

General Warren Hastings' impeachment trial in 1788General Warren Hastings’ impeachment trial in 1788

Like in the case of India’s first newspaper, authoritarian leaders today seek to suppress the press. The source of their power is to convince enough of the public to believe them, and not what they read in the press.

Politicians who want to be dictators are not new. But why are they so dangerous now?

They have new tools to sow divisions between citizens. Facebook, WhatsApp, Twitter and other forms of social media have created “filter bubbles” in which people consume and share content they already agree with.

The result is that people across the world are increasingly divided into tribes as social media allows politicians to communicate directly with their citizens.

For instance, US President Donald Trump often lashes out at the news media with tweets, denigrating them as “fake news” and as “enemies of the people”.

Social media has also had a deadly effect in India, where a recent spate of mob lynchings were linked to child abduction rumours spreading over WhatsApp.

Online trolls in India have also backed a Hindu nationalist agenda. Activists and journalists in the country were arrested in August and, in the fallout, many on social media termed them “anti-national” and said they were against the ruling Bharatiya Janata Party-led government.

In such a tumultuous atmosphere, it is time for companies like Google, Facebook and Twitter to be accountable for their effect on society and to follow ethics guidelines that newspapers have followed for decades. Social media companies bear a responsibility to foster connections and dialogue – not division and hate.

Dictators such as Hastings have come and gone. But these men set the stage for the subjugation of India. They created the political structure upon which British rule began. Through them, a subcontinent that is home to hundreds of millions came to be ruled by a company of a couple of hundred men.

They gained legitimacy not only through the sword, but by controlling what others could write about them.

Now we have democratically elected politicians who wield social media in the same way, using it to degrade the value of a free press and pit citizens against each other.

The fight between Hastings and Hicky is not that different from the fight we face today. The only thing that has changed is the tools used to fight.

Andrew Otis is the author of Hicky’s Bengal Gazette: The Untold Story of India’s First Newspaper, published by Westland.

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All About Life …

Posted on September 5, 2018. Filed under: Guide Posts, Light plus Weighty |

This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed. Here goes…
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My father never drove a car. Well, that’s not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet.
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“In those days,” he told me when he was in his 90s, “to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it.”
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At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in:
“Oh, bull shit!” she said. “He hit a horse.”
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“Well,” my father said, “there was that, too.”
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So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars – the Kollingses next door had a green 1941Dodge, the VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford — but we had none.
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My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines , would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together.
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My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we’d ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none. “No one in the family drives,” my mother would explain, and that was that.
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But, sometimes, my father would say, “But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we’ll get one.” It was as if he wasn’t sure which one of us would turn 16 first.
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But, sure enough, my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown.
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It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn’t drive, it more or less became my brother’s car.
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Having a car but not being able to drive didn’t bother my father, but it didn’t make sense to my mother. So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive.
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She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father’s idea. “Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?” I remember him saying more than once.
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For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps — though they seldom left the city limits — and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.
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Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn’t seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage.
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Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.
He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin’s Church. She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish’s two priests was on duty that morning.
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If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home.
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If it was the assistant pastor, he’d take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests “Father Fast” and “Father Slow.”
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After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along.
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If she were going to the beauty parlor, he’d sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio.
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In the evening, then, when I’d stop by, he’d explain: “The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored.”
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If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out — and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream.
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As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, “Do you want to know the secret of a long life?”
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“I guess so,” I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre.
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“No left turns,” he said. “What?” I asked
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“No left turns,” he repeated. “Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic..
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As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn.”
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“What?” I said again.
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“No left turns,” he said. “Think about it.. Three rights are the same as a left, and that’s a lot safer. So we always make three rights.”
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“You’re kidding!” I said, and I turned to my mother for support.
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“No,” she said, “your father is right. We make three rights. It works.” But then she added: “Except when your father loses count.” I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing.
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“Loses count?” I asked.
“Yes,” my father admitted, “that sometimes happens. But it’s not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you’re okay again.”
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I couldn’t resist. “Do you ever go for 11?” I asked.
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“No,” he said ” If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can’t be put off another day or another week.”
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My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving.
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That was in 1999, when she was 90. She lived four more years, until 2003.. My father died the next year, at 102.
They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000.
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Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom — the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.
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He continued to walk daily — he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he’d fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising — and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died.
 
O.ne September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news.
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A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, “You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred.”
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At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, “You know, I’m probably not going to live much longer.”
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“You’re probably right,” I said. “Why would you say that?” He countered, somewhat irritated. “Because you’re 102 years old,” I said.
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“Yes,” he said, “you’re right.” He stayed in bed all the next day.
That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night. He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said: “I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet.”
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An hour or so later, he spoke his last words: “I want you to know,” he said, clearly and lucidly, “that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have.”
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A short time later, he died.
I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I’ve wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long.
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I can’t figure out if it was because he walked through life, or because he quit taking left turns. 
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Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don’t. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it & if it changes your life, let it.
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Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it.
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Happiness and Power …

Posted on August 31, 2018. Filed under: Guide Posts |

As Received

I sat in the park after my morning walk, my wife came and slumped next to me. She had completed her 30-minute jog. … We chatted for a while. She suddenly said she is not happy in life. I looked up at her in shock!   “I don’t know,” she continued. “Everyone says I have everything – but there is an emptiness, a void.”

Then I wondered, “Am I happy?”  – “No,” says my inner voice. That had me stumped.  I began to wonder —- “Happiness for me is the greatest possible development of my talents” – had opined The Little Corsican – but I am sure not in that league.

This Doctor friend explained the scientific part. As per him – there are 4 hormones which determine a human’s happiness – Endorphins, Dopamine, Serotonin, & Oxytocin.

1. When we exercise the body releases Endorphins. This hormone helps the body cope with the pain of exercising. We then enjoy exercising because these Endorphins makes us happy. Shades of massochism??? But Laughter is another good way of generating Endorphins. We need to spend 30 mins exercising every day, read or watch funny stuff to get our day’s dose of Endorphins.

The second hormone is Dopamine. In life, we accomplish many small and big tasks, which release various levels of Dopamine. When we are appreciated at office or home, we feel satisfied and happy – because of release of Dopamine.

This explains why most housewives are unhappy since they rarely get acknowledged or appreciated for their work.

Once, we join work, we buy a car, a house, the latest gadgets, a new house so forth.  In each instance, it releases Dopamine and we become happy. Now, do we realize why we become happy when we shop?

The third hormone Serotonin is released when we act in a way that benefits others. When we transcend ourselves and give back to others or to nature or to the society – it releases Serotonin.

Even, providing useful information on the internet like writing information blogs, answering people’s questions on Quora or Facebook groups will generate Serotonin. That is because we will use our precious time to help other people via our answers or articles.

The final hormone, Oxytocin, is released when we become close to other human beings. When we hug our friends or family Oxytocin is released.

Similarly, when we shake hands or put our arms around someone’s shoulders, various amounts of Oxytocin is released. Now, we can understand why we need to hug a child who has a bad mood.

So – we have to exercise every day to get Endorphins, we have to accomplish stuff, get Dopamine. We need to be nice to others to get  Serotonin and finally hug our kids, friends, and families to get Oxytocin and we will be happy.  …………..

Now that was the Crappy Part but here is Stuff from an Oldie –

Adopt a fixed temperament by adoption of fixed habits which should include methods of living. No man can have a better friend, a more staunch and abiding supporter than such a fixed temperament.

Solicit the favor of sunshine and loving kindness and shower them wherever you go. It is the imperial temperament.

No man or woman has achieved a great life’s work unless the wee small hours of the mornings have been employed. The earliest impulse of the day lives and breathes into a strong and pure life all through the hours till night. We are affected in the daytime by the first mood of the morning.

A POSITIVE person loves to be doing something. It is the most virile of all virtues. To arise in the morning ready and eager to live a full day through. To see as many books, as many persons – friends or not, as many transactions, as many activities as can be crowded into a single day.

Do things that you dislike to do. Do not shirk, dodge, evade, and put off. Do not avoid worthy duties of life.

 It is the part of wisdom to waste less time in cheap reading and cheaper gossip and to put more into self-improvement. Laziness is an enemy. An undeveloped nature is inactive. We must be busy.

A working mind adds something to individual power. Constant change and variation increase magnetic vitality. Activity is the right arm of strength and variety the constant refreshment of all our faculties. The faculties are best preserved by their constant use; but not overuse.

MARGINS. Margins or never reaching the limits, are vital in each and everything.

AVOID too much rest, reclining, lounging, having someone else to do your work and errands. Much rest does injury to the faculties.

MONEY. Respect it. Expenditure should always be less than ones income. Save for a rainy day. Never buy anything that you do not really need – no matter how cheap it might be.

Follow a regime. A line of exact and careful conduct helps develops Power. Irregular living constantly subjects one to low vitality. Note the daily faults, which cause the vital power to slip away.

 To be sincere at all times is to be faithful to the trusts that have been reposed in you by nature and by GOD.

Few are those who respect the powers with which they are endowed. You are not true to yourself if you neglect your health, your mind, your body, your faculties and your essential being.

The true man or woman looks upon the necessities of life as incidents only of existence – useful at maintaining the faculties at their best.

He who has nothing beyond the care of the body is poor in the most abject sense of the term.

Always Be in Earnest – in Great Things and Small. This virtue will stamp itself upon your thought and affect your daily habits. Others will see it and you will be believed in and your power over others will rapidly become recognized. IT PAYS.

Do not trifle with body, with mind, with health and with any faculty. In every deed, in every remark, in play, in sport, in love and in labor – in all things, be in Earnest.

This temperament of Earnestness will stand you in good stead in hours of discouragement and conflict. It is your friend. It is the buoyant temperament.

The one great quality of the masses is Flippancy; of the successful men and women – Earnestness. Nothing is in vain that is in earnest. Want, Wish, Decide, Propose to Rise in Life – in Earnestness. 

Personal Power demands that you make yourself believed in. It demands an active body. The purpose of the Mind should be sincere, honest, clear, definite and thorough. 

We may become what we will but we must be in Earnest. For example, without a complete interest in what you are saying or doing, you cannot be in earnest. No lover can win the object of his adoration if his interest is dulled or weakened.

Personal Power is built upon Thoughtfulness. Aim at becoming attractive and thoughtful to the needs of others. Care for Quality and Style. Develop gentleness, sweetness and kindness in the family circle. Be ever watchful of the needs of others.

Anticipation is the Soul of Happiness. A wife likes attention. Neglect her and she will seek it elsewhere. There should be no fault finding in marriage. No right minded person corrects errors, mistakes or stupidity by scolding or offensive action.  A member of a family can be easily cured of a fault by using intelligence or by assuming the same habit to depict its total foolishness.

You cannot shut your eyes to the fact that you are in competition with all mankind and that others stand ready to push you to one side, once you no longer can hold your own. Personal Attainments are powers that defeat each in itself, some counter influence that seeks to put you down.

Charms are embellishments of manner, of method, of thought and even of feeling that cannot fail to lend power and advantage to those that possess them.

Charms and embellishments are necessary and enhance Magnetism or indeed, Attraction is enhanced by every physical and mental charm.

Charms enforce evenness of action and freedom from friction. They make you appear cool and free from embarrassmentWhen charm is strong, brain is strong.

Politeness builds Power. Study and practice it as an art before the near and dear and before the high and low. Sympathy is a Quality of the Heart.

Politeness is a Quality of the Mind and Muscles. Talk to the least of your fellow humans as if you believed them worthy of your attention. Become skilled in the art of etiquette and polished in good breeding.

Polish is the fairest of all accomplishments. To become refined and polished, imagine that those whom you wish to impress the most are observing you. A man must absorb the ideal he has created, into his own nature and he or she must be the one person above all others who is desired by the ideal that has been created.

In private and in front of others, want of careful conduct to yourself, is important. In marriage personal improvement – physical, mental and nervous – must continue. Whether alone or in company, take exacting care to behave and speak with the best culture. Diction should be free from coarseness and slang. Private refinement enriches the character.

Form the habit of observing yourself and note the faults that will lesson the respect others may have for you.

Argument is very little employed in higher business. It is the personality of the man that counts. The General who wins his battles is nearly always reticent.

Thinking should precede speaking. There is mystery about a man or woman who does not have an opinion on every subject and who is not frothy and exuberant in words.

Do not open your mind on all occasions to everybody. It is commendable to keep your most private thoughts to yourself.

Think, read, ponder Magnetism and all the great works of bygone ages. Shakespeare, the Bible, the Classics, Speeches. Reading may change the whole current of your life – inspiring and motivating you.

Silence commands respect, impressing others with a weighty regard. Still waters run deep. Unsolicited opinions are cheap. The rare talker is always held in esteem. Reticence helps magnetic telepathy.

Talking aloud excites thought. Memorizing makes the brain strong, giving a new power to memory. Greater the number of quotations you imbibe and incorporate in your mind, richer will be the run of your thought.

 The Great Men and Women of the World, as far as is known, have been reciters in solitude, of the powerful extracts of great works. Mere reading of uplifting thoughts is beneficial.

Mental wandering destroys power. Closing the mind injures it.

Expression and power go hand in hand. Vocabulary builds power. Add one new word to your vocabulary each day. The more words you can actually use with accuracy, the more control you will have over the thoughts and minds of others.

 All geniuses and leading characters fill examples of plainness and gentleness in their lives.

The great men and women of the world, as far as is known, have lived in their second self to themselves and in their outer self to others.

Place no value on the faults, which have dragged great men down. Greatness lives in the lives of those who serve it. Absorb and be uplifted by the nobler thoughts of the world. 

Cultivate solitude, biography, and fellowship of the Great.

 

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Man’s Best Friend …

Posted on August 21, 2018. Filed under: Guide Posts |

Excerpted from TIME  ….  How Dogs Think: Inside the Canine Mind, now available at Retailers and Amazon.

 

You speak dog better than you think you do. You may not be fluent; that would require actually being a dog.

But if you went to live in a dogs-only world, you’d be pretty good at understanding what they’re saying. You can tell a nervous yip from a menacing growl, a bark that says hello from a bark that says get lost.

You can read the body language that says happy, that says sad, that says tired, that says scared, that says Please, please, please play with me right now!

Think that’s not a big deal? Then answer this: What does a happy bird look like? A sad lion? You don’t know, but dog talk you get. And as with your first human language, you didn’t even have to try to learn it. You grew up in a world in which dogs are everywhere and simply came to understand them.

That, by itself, says something about the bond that humans and dogs share. We live with cats, we work with horses, we hire cows for their milk and chickens for their eggs and pay them with food—unless we kill them and eat them instead. Our lives are entangled with those of other species, but we could disentangle if we wanted.

With dogs, things are different. Our world and their world swirled together long ago like two different shades of paint. Once you’ve achieved a commingled orange, you’re never going back to red and yellow.

But why is that? It’s not enough to say that the relationship is symbiotic—that dogs hunt for us and herd for us and we keep them warm and fed in return.

Sharks and remora fish struck a similarly symbiotic deal, with the remora cleaning parasites from the shark’s skin and getting to help itself to scraps from the shark’s kills as its pay. That underwater deal is entirely transactional; love plays no part. Humans and dogs, by contrast, adore each other.

The relationship began—well, nobody knows exactly when it began. The earliest remains of humans and dogs interred together date to 14,000 years ago, but there are some unconfirmed finds that are said to be more than twice as old. The larger point is the meaning of the discoveries: we lived with dogs and then chose to be buried with them. Imagine that.

It was only by the tiniest bit of genetic chance that our cross-species union was forged at all. Dogs and wolves share 99.9% of their mitochondrial DNA—the DNA that’s passed down by the mother alone—which makes the two species nearly indistinguishable.

But elsewhere in the genome, there are a few genetic scraps that make a powerful difference. On chromosome six in particular, investigators have found three genes that code for hyper-sociability—and they are in the same spot as similar genes linked to similar sweetness in humans.

Our ancestors didn’t know what genes were many millennia ago, but they did know that every now and then, one or two of the midsize scavengers with the long muzzles that came nosing around their campfires would gaze at them with a certain attentiveness, a certain loving neediness, and that it was awfully hard to resist them.

So they welcomed those few in from the cold and eventually came to call them dogs, while the animals’ close kin that didn’t pull the good genes—the ones we would come to call wolves or jackals or coyotes or dingoes—would be left to make their way in the state of nature in which they were born.

When humans ourselves left the state of nature, our alliance with dogs might well have been dissolved. If you didn’t need a working dog—and fewer and fewer people did—the ledger went out of balance. We kept paying dogs their food-and-­shelter salary, but we got little that was tangible in return. Never mind, though; by then we were smitten.

Our language reflected how love-drunk we’d gotten: the word “puppy” is thought to have been adapted from the French poupée, or doll—an object on which we lavish irrational affection.

Our folk stories were populated by dogs: the Africans spoke of Rukuba, the dog who brought us fire; the Welsh told the tale of the faithful hound Gelert, who saved a prince’s baby from a wolf. Aristocrats took to including the family dog in family portraits. Wealthy eccentrics took to including dogs in their wills.

Today, at least in areas populated by humans, dogs are the planet’s most abundant terrestrial carnivore. There are about 900 million of them worldwide, just shy of 80 million of whom live in the U.S. alone. The single species that is the domestic dog—Canis lupus familiaris—has been subdivided into hundreds of breeds, selected for size or temperament or color or cuteness.

The average American dog owner spends more than $2,000 a year on food, toys, medical care and more, and some people would be prepared to pay a much higher, much dearer price.

When Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans in 2005, so many people refused to evacuate without their dogs that Congress passed a law requiring disaster preparedness plans to make accommodations for pets.

What began as a mutual-services contract between two very different species became something much more like love. None of that makes a lick of sense, but it doesn’t have to. Love rarely touches the reasoning parts of the brain. It touches the dreamy parts, the devoted parts—it touches the parts we sometimes call the heart. For many thousands of years, it’s there that our dogs have lived

http://time.com/5342964/human-bond-dog-thoughts/

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Tikli n Laxmi – A Film on Sex Workers …

Posted on August 12, 2018. Filed under: Business, Guide Posts |

From The Wire – By Aishwarya Shrivastav, a 21-year-old history graduate from the University of Delhi and author of ‘Mouthpiece’.

“Observing on-screen camaraderie between women lifted up my heart. At first, they’re all dismissive of standing up for themselves, but slowly come around to the idea of reclaiming their own selves.

The women express anger, often and freely, but never succumb to sadness. They don’t break down after yet another day of fighting, instead they keep at it, chipping away at their oppression.

All the women in the movie have found dignity and some independence through their work, but still suffer working on others’ rules.

Their lives take a different turn with the entry of Tikli, who first suggests starting a women’s co-operative so they can all get better benefits”.

https://livewire.thewire.in/out-and-about/tikli-and-laxmi-bomb-review/

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Dutch Frankness …

Posted on July 25, 2018. Filed under: Guide Posts |

http://www.bbc.com/travel/story/20180131-where-dutch-directness-comes-from

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A Dog is a Dog – Love Him or Her …

Posted on July 25, 2018. Filed under: Guide Posts |

http://time.com/5342964/human-bond-dog-thoughts/

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Response to a Protester …

Posted on July 13, 2018. Filed under: American Thinkers, Guide Posts |

They say the US Lost the Viet Nam War courtesy their Free Press …. Here is One Response to one such Protester …

On a rainy afternoon, a group of protesters were gathered outside the grocery store handing out pamphlets on “T he  evils  of America . ”   I politely declined to take one.

There was an elderly woman behind me and a young (20-ish) female protester offered her a pamphlet, which she politely declined.

The young protester gently put her hand on the old woman’s shoulder and in a patronizing voice said, “Don’t you care about the children of Iraq?”

The old woman looked up at her and said: “Honey, my father died in France during World War II, I lost my husband in Korea, and a son in Vietnam.

All three died so a naive, ignorant, self-centered bimbo like you could have the right to stand here and badmouth our country … and if you touch me again, I’ll shove this umbrella up your ass and open it.”

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Be Safe – Not Sorry …

Posted on June 11, 2018. Filed under: American Thinkers, Guide Posts |

There was a woman standing by the mall entrance passing out flyers to all the women going in. The woman had written the flyer herself to tell about an experience she had, so that she might warn other women.                                      .
 The previous day, this woman had finished shopping, went out to her car and discovered that she had a flat. She got the jack out of the trunk and began to change the flat. A nice man dressed in a business suit and carrying a briefcase walked up to her and said, ‘I noticed you’re changing a flat tyre. Would you like me to take care of it for you?’                                                           .
The woman was grateful for his offer and accepted his help. They chatted amiably while the man changed the flat, and then put the flat tyre and the jack in the trunk, shut it and dusted his hands off.                                                  .

The woman thanked him profusely, and as she was about to get in her car, the man told her that he left his car around on the other side of the mall, and asked if she would mind giving him a lift to his car. She was a little surprised and asked him why his car was on the other side.                                .

He explained that he had seen an old friend in the mall that he hadn’t seen for some time and they had a bite to eat, chatted for a while, and he got turned around in the mall, left through the wrong exit, and now he was running late.                                                                                                                      .

The woman hated to tell him ‘no’ because he had just rescued her from having to change her flat tyre all by herself, but she felt uneasy. (Trust that gut feeling!) Then she remembered seeing the man put his briefcase in her trunk before shutting it and before he asked her for a ride to his car.                . ….
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She told him that she’d be happy to drive him around to his car, but she just remembered one last thing she needed to buy. (Smart woman!) She said she would only be a few minutes; he could sit down in her car and wait for her; she would be as quick as she could be. She hurried into the mall, and told a security guard what had happened.                                                                            .
The guard came out to her car with her, but the man had left. They opened the trunk, took out his locked briefcase and took it down to the police station.                                                                                                                                .
The police opened it (ostensibly to look for an ID so they could return it to the man). What they found was rope, duct tape, and knives. When the police checked her ‘flat’ tyre, there was nothing wrong with it: the air had simply been let out. It was obvious what the man’s intention was, and obvious that he had carefully thought it out in advance.                         .
The woman was blessed to have escaped harm. (Amen, thank You God!) How much worse it would have been if she had children with her and had them wait in the car while the man fixed the tyre, or if she had a baby strapped into a car seat? Or if she’d gone against her judgement and given him a lift?
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BE SAFE and NOT SORRY!

 

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Contact n Connection …

Posted on May 18, 2018. Filed under: Guide Posts, Searching for Success |

Contact and Connection –

 
Journalist to the Monk – “Jogajog &  Sanjog: Contact and Connection – Please elucidate?”
 
The Monk always smiling, asks – “Are you from the North?” 
The Journalist, “Yes”.
Monk – “Who all are at home?” 
 
The Journalist – “Mother has expired. Father is there. Three brothers and one sister. All married.”
 
The Monk, always smiling, “Do you talk to your father?- When did you talk to him last?”
 
The Journalist, “May be a month back.”
 
The Monk:  “Do you brothers and sisters meet often ? When did you last meet as a family?”
Journalist, “We met last – two years ago.”
 
Monk: “How many days did you all stay together?
Journalist, “Three days”
 

Monk: “How much time did you  spend with your Father, sitting beside him ?” 

Did you ask how he was? Did you ask how his days are passing after your mother’s death ?”
Journalist is quiet.
 
The Monk:  “Did you eat together ? 
The Journalist’s eyes show sadness..
 
The Monk places his hand on the journalist’s hand and says – 
 “Don’t be sad. I am sorry if I have hurt you unknowingly.
But this is basically the answer to your question about “contact and connection jogajog and Sanjog..
 
‘You have ‘contact’  with your father but you don’t have ‘connection’ with him. You are not connected to him.
 
‘Connection is between heart and heart… sitting together , sharing meals , caring, hugging each other.
Touch – shaking hands, eye contact,  spending time together.
 
‘You  brothers and sisters have ‘contact’ but you have no  ‘connection’ with each other.”
 
This is modern reality. 
Whether at home, in family, in society and every which where we have
lots and lots of contact but there is no connection. No personal communication.
Everybody is in her or in his own World. a his or her own world.
 
 Let’s not just have ‘contact’. Rather let’s be well “connected” …… caring , sharing , touching , hugging , spending time together with our near and dear and other like minded in our Life’s Journey.
 
 
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