Thursday, June 29, 2023

Western model


Source: Belamy photo of the interchange that divides people

Synopsis: The imitation of the Western model of development by the developing countries is based on the premise that the Western model is better than their own traditional way of building cities and villages. They also ignore the beauty of their own architecture and adopt the steel and glass tall buildings model that divides the communities instead of uniting them. When the city planning does not include the happiness of people, people leave and abandon the lifeless small towns and cities that starts the decay of such communities.

I have been to many countries in Africa, Europe and the Americas and noticed that many developing countries are adopting the North American model to develop and grow their cities and their infrastructure.

My home country India is also doing the same in the name of development so we now see the glass and steel upended box like buildings everywhere that are imposing but lack the ability to bring people together to live in a society where people can have social interaction and get to know each other to form human bonds.

I understand that the high cost of land in big cities worldwide favors a monolithic tall structure that is perhaps efficient and allows the maximum use of space on an expensive piece of land, but it does not inspire anyone to be creative in designing a new building that would be based on how people living or working in it interact with each other socially.

Source: Tall monolithic buildings and empty streets in USA

These upended and quite ugly buildings are the symbol of the development just like the immense jungle of intertwined highways, expressways and roads that look like tangled spaghetti blotting the cities that divide people and communities in the name of efficiency and speedier movement of vehicles 24 hours a day but scary just the same. It represents the concrete jungle that keeps on growing like cancer but ignores the basic need of humanity of living together happily and in peace and harmony.

Such roads and buildings that are a symbol of the Western style of development have helped create a more individualistic and apathetic people who may live or work in such tall buildings but do not know their neighbors or the workmates because the sterile design does not create a warm living space where people are happy. It does not create a happy living community because it cuts off people from each other in the name of efficiency.

City planners in poor countries are greatly impressed by the steel and glass structure and assume that it represents modernity and progress but have no idea what it means in terms of human relationship so they abandon their cultural and humanistic values and start to follow blindly the Western culture and architecture that starts to assert itself on the spiritual health of a country in a bold and aggressive manner that changes people in a negative way.

Source: Google photo of small, abandoned towns in North America

I have watched several videos made by some people in the United States who show the decay of small towns and cities in almost all the States that show dilapidated and abandoned houses and other properties where people live in abject poverty and despair who are trying to survive on food aid some charitable organizations are providing. The abandoned neighborhoods, the overgrown weeds that fail to hide the rusty abandoned vehicles and household things strewn everywhere show how people are suffering and are leaving such dens of poverty and despair.


Source: Google photo of small towns in America that look forlorn and deserted. This is an empty, abandoned building in small town America.

The ramshackle structures that are put up by the fast-food companies, derelict shuttered stores, graffiti-stained walls and garbage piles tells you how the roads and highways have divided and destroyed what was once a thriving community of people who lived together in peace and harmony.

What will strike you is the sameness of these small towns no matter where you go that are featureless and downright ugly and forlorn. Crime and vandalism thrive in such towns where people live in fear and are suspicious of strangers who may be just passing through while getting gas or food.

You will see abandoned factories in the outskirt of such towns that have gone bankrupt that used to provide some jobs with poor wages. You will see enormous piles of abandoned farm machinery and vehicles of all sorts just dumped here and there overgrown with weeds.

You will see huge, abandoned school buildings because there are no more children to go there. You will see the broken playground see saws, swings etc. where once children played. (Read my blog called Small town and dreamers here)

A great deal of this decay is directly related to the unemployment so people leave to go where they can find some jobs. It is even more difficult for the young people who have little or no education, so they too leave to find jobs elsewhere. The agriculture used to employ a lot of these people, but those jobs are now handled my machines in most parts except where they need farm workers to hand pick the produce, thus employing the itinerant Mexican or others who have no choice but to accept very low wages. Watch the movie Deer hunter that shows the plight of small towns in Virginia, but it could be any other town anywhere.

This blog looks at the folly and consequence of what the developing countries are imitating from the Western model that is tearing their people apart just like in the United States, but they do not see it coming. Here I emphasize the beauty and simplicity of the African and the Indian village architecture that inspires communal harmony that creates bond between people that brings them all together to help each other. The Western model does not do that.

They do not yet realize that these office towers built everywhere are just offices that big companies rent so it is a profitable business. Some are built as residential buildings where the rent may be high depending on the location but most of the downtown area becomes empty when people working there shut down their stores or offices and go back to their suburban homes that are also featureless, drab and uninviting places. This has created the commute culture due to the development of suburbs that may be 20 kms from the city.

One thing you will notice in any big city in the United States is that almost all the people who work there leave at the end of the day to return to their suburban homes, so the city center looks deserted. The stores and shops also close due to lack of customers or due to rules that they must shut down everything after a fixed hour.

If you are new and are out to walk to get some fresh air in the evening, you may be accosted by a heavily armed policeman who may want to know why you are loitering when you should be home and will scrutinize your ID thoroughly. Just walking on the sidewalk at a certain hour may be considered as loitering by the police.

It is very different in Europe or Asia where the cities are vibrant with shops, restaurants and night clubs and people everywhere enjoying the evening shopping or eating or meeting with friends in a popular café. Some cities never really shut down. There are eateries everywhere and there are huge markets that sell everything you need or want at an affordable price, so the cities really come alive in the evenings.

But the north American cities and towns are strictly regulated through numerous laws and edicts making them isolated and lifeless because everything is shut down at a specific time. All you will see are empty streets and monolithic tall buildings on both sides and an occasional street dog that looks lonely and is desperately looking for some food scraps.

You will also find some homosexuals or drug addicts wandering the empty streets to look for someone or anyone to talk to. They are sorry looking pathetic people who wander the empty streets of big or small cities as I found out in Washington, D.C. one day. The parks are the favorite hangouts of the poor drug addicts and prostitutes who are looking for some business so never go to any park in the evening anywhere if you value your safety.

Then there are dark streets where some red lights give out the impression that these are dangerous quarters run by criminals who also control the prostitution business. The drug dealers are seen peddling to the motorists or anyone who buys drugs from them. Often serious crimes happen there.

The sidewalks are often occupied by the homeless people who are seen scavenging for scraps to eat from the huge garbage bins. They sleep on the sidewalks because no one helps them find a decent shelter and something to eat. The homelessness is a very serious issue in North America that fails these poor jobless people who are forced to sleep on the sidewalks of the richest cities and beg for money or food.

Source: Google photo of homeless people in Oakland, California

So, I look at these glass and steel buildings as nothing but a lifeless structure that cancels out people from it but glows in dazzling lights all night representing the so-called modernity. Other countries are now trying to imitate this type of modernity at the cost of dividing people and forcing poor people to sleep in their shadows wrapped often in rags and plastic sheets. The rich people take better care of their dogs than these poor people who lost their shelter, their jobs and their source of income due to redundancy.

Now we will see how the traditional living, the architecture and the communal living style that is still found in many countries in Africa and Asia is slowly giving way to the soulless development found in Western countries that they imitate.

The educated Africans snigger at their own traditional architecture so they prefer the Western style because they were taught that the white people are more modern and live in modern houses. In the process they ignore their rich culture and architecture because they do not appreciate it. Africans think that the monolithic steel and glass, but soulless structures represent the modernity.

I have lived in many African countries like Mali, Burundi, Algeria and Sudan where I was deeply impressed by their handicraft and beautiful jewelries. In Mali, I designed my own house in a village far from the town where the villagers built for me a 5-room house with laterite base and mudbricks with a novelty they had never seen before.

Source: Schematic diagram of our mud house in Mali village

They built round huts of impressive size in a semi-circular fashion that were all interconnected making it one big house with cross ventilation and perfectly conical roof of golden colored grass. The idea of interconnecting round huts was a new idea to them, but they took pride in building such a house for me that was cool inside and free from mosquitoes and other insects. They beat the dirt floor with mallet to make it compact and hard and coated it with cow dung to give it a dust free clean floor. It was the most beautiful house in the village built by the Africans who took pride in their workmanship.

They coated the outer walls with shea butter they extracted from shea nuts to give the walls protection from rain. It made the round huts look beautiful with a sheen of the coating. The house was so appreciated by the villagers that they kept coming to see it from distant villages for months. I just took the concept of traditional African mud houses to a new level when I asked them to join them. They did it perfectly because they could understand a diagram on a piece of paper with exact dimensions. I added a stone figurine near the main entrance door and Khajuraho sculptures of plaster of Paris inside the rooms.

In Burkina Faso the villagers build a new house for a neighbor free of charge with the collective effort of the entire village. Women brought water from a long distance to make mud bricks. Even children participated. Men built the walls and the women beat the floor with wooden mallets to make it hard while singing traditional songs. They collected grass from their forest and helped make the perfectly conical roof or rectangular roof.


Source: Google photo of mosque in a village of Africa


Source: Google photo of African village mud houses

Once the house was finished, they coated it with shea butter and later made beautiful paintings on the walls using natural dyes. You will not see this type of houses built anywhere with the community effort but only in African villages. The same Africans who go to live in cities build ugly mud houses or concrete houses that are too hot and uncomfortable, there being no community spirit in cities.

Here is a video that shows how people in Burkina Faso build a house together as a communal effort.

Source: U tube video of how a rural mud house is being made in Burkina Faso



https://youtu.be/JZP5vMdcqYU

In Rural Zimbabwe people build beautiful houses that are very pleasing to look at. Source: U tube video


Source: U tube video of the traditional African architecture

The traditional African architecture shown in the video is not only beautiful, but also practical and durable that uses adobe and grass as the building material that anyone can afford. The laterite, the soil of the termite mounds, the grass and the shea nuts to make butter to coat the walls are all freely available to most Africans to make the most beautiful houses.

In the State of Rajasthan, India, you can see beautiful mud houses that are neat, clean and decorated with paintings on the walls. There too the community spirit brings people together to build a house for a villager, but the cities are a different matter just like in Africa.


Source: Google photo of mud house in Rajasthan India that are made beautiful with paintings using natural colors.


Source: Google photo of a Rajasthani village house in India that is aesthetically pleasing.  You will notice the cleanliness as well.

I think that people should not forget and abandon their cultural heritage that are priceless and blindly imitate the North American model of development that not only divides people with their soulless designs that destroy community.

There is tremendous beauty in African and Indian rural architecture where people live in close communities and where they help each other to build their houses as they did for me in Mali. They not only show ingenuity and their artistic abilities, they show a way to build their homes using only locally available materials at a cost they can all afford or for free.

Source: Google photo of homeless and hungry people in America

When I see the homeless and sad people sleeping on the sidewalks in big cities in the so-called developed countries, I feel for them and wish they had the same communal spirit of Africans who help each other to build their homes and share their food so no one goes homeless and hungry. (Read my blog here called  Soulless development.)


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Tuesday, June 6, 2023

How our brain remembers?


Source: Google photo of brain

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Synopsis: We all retain some memories in our brain that we can recall later but we do not understand how the brain works and how it embeds the memories in vivid colors and in detail. The blog looks at this ability in people but states that this ability to remember and recall varies from people to people.

It is interesting that some memories we have are so embedded in our brain that we can recall them instantly in 3 D and in color in great detail while other memories are shoved into the waste bin where they are either deleted or fade away into nothing. This selective memory of our brain is the subject of this blog today.

I have always wondered how our brain remembers anything. I am not a brain specialist, but I know that they too have not been able to sort out all the mysteries of the brain although I must admit that some progress has been made in the last century toward a better understanding of the human brain. They have dissected the brain of Einstein to understand how he was such a genius and how extraordinary his brain was. They should have studied the brains of Tesla or Leonardo da Vinci to learn why they were so extraordinary.

I am probably just an average person but even I could tell you what I was wearing on my first birthday and sitting on an Ekka which is a horse drawn carriage because I remembered. My Ma was bringing me to a Kali temple for the traditional temple blessing, so she was incredulous when I told her one day about it. She said that it is not possible for a one-year child to remember anything but this ability to remember varies from child to child. Ma even confirmed what I told her about my clothes and the scented flower garland I was wearing. Some children say that they remember who they were in their past life and give details, but I will not go so far so I will stick to the present issue of the power of our brain to remember.

We now live in the age of cell phones with camera, Internet and Skype but not too long ago it was just a dream to have such technology in our hands. Now everyone has a cell phone of some kind that can take very sharp photos in color and send it to anyone anywhere in the world, thanks to the Internet and free transmission.

Now you do not have to take a photo with your camera, wait until the reel in your camera is full, then take it out to a shop where they develop the film and make prints thanks to the new technology that is free and does not require printing although it can be sent by e mail and printed anywhere in the world. We have now arrived in the digital world but most people only have a very vague idea about it.

This digital technology in the hands of common people has led to the abuse of the technology when people take thousands of photos to paste them in their social media daily just because they can do it. It does not matter to people what they take photos of like what they are eating, what they wear, where they are at the moment, numerous selfies of their ugly faces and their ugly children because their focus is not on taking quality photos on subjects of great public interest or of relevant issues but on their own self-gratification. The kids learn it from the adults and imitate but do not develop their own ability of discernment.

The era of SLR cameras and the artistic photography it allowed you to master is over now and my fancy Nikon and long lenses are collecting dust because it is the age of digital photography that does not need any knowledge of light and f stops, the aperture and the focus. It has made photography so easy that even a child can press a button to take photos. The digital age has replaced the art of taking photos with something absurd that has become meaningless because the ease of taking photos has diminished the art of photography to a mere push button phenomenon that encourages visual pollution everywhere.

When I was young, very few people had a camera. There were the old fashioned cameras like a box with a crank and two lenses and used a 3 inch wide black and white film that could take a reasonable photo depending on the skill of the cameraman. The negative was big so it could be easily enlarged into a bigger photo if you so desired. Our very few childhood photos were taken by someone who had such a camera and who gave us the prints later. We could not take our own photos like they can do now.

Then there were the professional photographers who had big cameras on tripod and came to take our graduation photos in college or on other occasions. They were the real artists who took very sharp photos on big negatives that could be enlarged at will to take a permanent and sharp record of our classmates in the graduation photos. They charged a minimal fee for their services but now they too use digital cameras that look like SLR but are in reality very complicated things.

In our time, the memories were kept alive through the black and white small photos of 4 inch by 4-inch size if we were lucky and if someone, we knew had a camera. Mostly we recorded what we saw in our brain and kept it languishing there because there was no way we could tell our brain to print it.

What is amazing is the fact that even after 70 years, some memories remain so sharp that we can close our eyes and remember the day, the subject and even the clothes we wore while other memories have faded and even disappeared altogether because the brain keeps what we wish to keep there and disregards the rest although the human brain has infinite capacity of storage of data for a long period. This ability to remember varies from one person to the next so some people with high IQ can develop photographic memory while others remain retards. Some become renowned scientists while others cannot add two plus two.

We all know that our brain is a very complicated part of our body that the scientists are still struggling to understand how it works, how it embeds photos and data, how it instantly recalls and why and how it deletes some memories that we do not wish to keep and want to forget. We also know that our brain slowly develops into what we as adults have so it is a long process of developing neuron connections that speed up as we grow from our childhood into adulthood and at a certain age may reach its peak.

But there is a caveat that says that the development of the brain depends upon the environment in which the child grows up and what kind of knowledge he or she gains while doing so from the people around him or her. The illiterate parents who are religious fanatics to boot only try to make copies of themselves so the child does not get the opportunity to learn other things that may help his thinking process and develop his brain.

Remember the morons of McNamara in Vietnam? They were so retarded that they often shot each other because they were so scared of the Charlie and thought that there was a fellow called Charlie who was the source of their troubles. These boys of very limited ability to understand anything in life were recruited by the US army to fight a war in Vietnam but they did not understand why they were fighting. I have seen them myself when I was a volunteer agronomist in Vietnam.

Our brain is capable of great thinking, new ideas, new ways of doing things and great scientific ideas to bring about great changes in our societies. The great scientists, great mathematicians, great social reformers and great artists and writers have one thing in common. Their try to use their brain power to its maximum ability. They do it by increasing their capacity to remember what they learn that allows them to take it to the next level.

So far, I have written about the ability of our brain to remember things in a positive way but now I want to share with you what some people use their brain for to create trouble for others. They are called the evil people who are smart enough to think of new ways to cheat people, to empty their bank accounts, to dupe simple folks into signing up for fraudulent schemes and think of new ways to harm the country and its economy. They use their brains not for doing good for the society but are bad people who thrive in their criminal world. Eventually they get caught and end up paying for their criminality but the threat of the punishment if caught does not deter them while they are free.

I cannot continue to dwell on the negative part of the paragraph above so I will come back to the positive part our brain can help us in life by remembering good things we saw and experienced while growing up. I know that I gained a lot of knowledge and experience by remembering good things and especially good people who became my mentors and helped me in numerous ways.

It started in my grade school where our teacher wrote on the blackboard the multiplication table that we as children of grade one had to memorize. We could recall instantly the multiplication table up to 20 meaning we knew what was 17 times 3 or 9 times 6. It developed our ability to do mental math later although rote is discouraged in some countries that I will not write about here. This memory has stayed with me even in my present age that still comes in handy.

Another thing we as children learned is the weight, volume and distance so we learned how much was one liter, how much was one kilo and what was one centimeter or one inch. Later we learned how many kilos made a quintal or a ton, how many yards made a mile and how many meters made a kilometer. Later we learned how many square meters made a hectare and how much was a meter.

In our 6th grade we learned how to calculate interest on a given sum and numerous other things that our growing brain tried to remember. We remembered the colored or black and white photos of our national heroes and memorized the patriotic songs we were required to sing during the assembly before the start of our class every day. I still remember some of them if not all.

But what I still cherish in my memory is the time when I as a small child listened to my mother telling me bedtime stories before the sleep came or the scene when I sat next to my mother making balls of colored threads for her that she used to make beautiful and very colorful cross stitch carpets or something. I helped her in grinding salt or turmeric in our heavy stone grinder as a child. Together we rotated the grinder handle while she poured broken pieces of salt or turmeric into the hole because the stone was heavy for me alone.

I remember grating the green mangoes for her to make pickles and I still remember the pain when the sharp grater took a part of my skin as well, but I continued until the job she had given me was completed.

These are recorded in my memory in a vivid way that time has been unable to delete. I think my brain retained these pictures because I wanted it to retain. These were pleasant memories. I also had some unpleasant memories that thankfully has been nearly forgotten and some have disappeared completely.

I have forgotten the name of my counterpart in Sudan because he was not my friend and in fact was a very unpleasant person who was incompetent in his job. I have forgotten the name of the arrogant American woman who used to work as UN volunteer in Khartoum. But the sweet memories are still there. (Read my blog called Forgetting is a blessing here)

I remember the statue of Venus with a broken arm in Louvre and I remember the painting of Mona Lisa there that I looked at for some time, but I have forgotten the exhibits in the Air and Space Museum in Washington, D. C. So, the memory is selective in choosing what to remember and what to discard.

I remember the beautiful face of my French teacher in Washington, D. C. but now I may not recognize her if we ever meet because she is as old as I and probably looks very different now. The brain remembers good and beautiful people, art and paintings but mostly it remembers good people who had helped me in many ways although they are probably dead. (Read my blog here called Selective memory)

Your good memories will die with you unless you share it with someone who might appreciate such memories. We all have memories embedded in our brain, some good and others not so good so be cheerful with good memories and forget the bad ones. The brain will get the message you send to it and will act accordingly. Just do not try to understand how the brain works to retain the memory because it will make you crazy.


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Sunday, June 4, 2023

Nothing is written


Source: Google photo of Lawrence of Arabia 

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Synopsis: The courage to overcome challenges of life by taking actions through hard work and sacrifice determines who writes his own destiny. The blog looks at some examples of such people. 

The title of this blog may be misleading unless I complete the sentence here to understand the full meaning of it. To understand it, you must go back to the epic scene in the movie Lawrence of Arabia where Ali tries to discourage Lawrence to go back to search for one missing person in the middle of the Nefud desert in Arabia that is still known as the devil's anvil. Ali said that no one can cross Nefud in the 50-degree Celsius heat at noon to which Lawrence answered that Moses did. This angered Ali who was a devout Moslem and called him blasphemous for giving Moses as an example because Moses was a prophet. 

Lawrence ignored Ali and went back on the trail to look for the missing person who was found exhausted, dehydrated and pitifully waiting for his death but as an angel, Lawrence arrived on his camel and a compass in his hand to save the dying man and carried him back to the camp on his camel. The camp followers had all given up hope when Lawrence slowly appeared on the horizon with his rescued person, so they all rushed to him with water because Lawrence himself was terribly dehydrated. They all rejoiced at his extraordinary rescue mission at the risk of his own life but no one more so than Ali who said "really for some people nothing is written because they write their own destiny (like Lawrence). 

Lawrence was an extraordinary person who spoke fluent Arabic among other languages and was extremely self-confident and daring so he rewrote the history of Arabia when he organized the rag tag Bedouins of the desert into a potent force to defeat the Turks and established King Faisal as their legitimate ruler in the newly formed kingdom of Saudi Arabia. The rest is history. 

This scene of Lawrence going off to save a person in the desert like Nefud remained with me although the cinematography of David Lean probably had something to do with it along with superb acting of Omar Sharif as Ali and Peter O'Toole as Lawrence. Lawrence's extraordinary courage and his ability to turn a great challenge into success defined him as a person who did write his own destiny, so he became a part of the history that he helped write in the Middle East. 

I often think of the idea of destiny but cannot accept a fatalistic mentality most people have when it comes to define destiny. Granted, not everyone has this ability in him to turn challenges into success, so they take the easy route and say it is my destiny to remain poor and downtrodden or to live a miserable life with no hope or respite. This fatalistic attitude in people is what separates them from the Lawrences of this world. 

When I visit India, I see this fatalism in some people who have given up on the idea that they can overcome their difficulties if they try harder but giving up seems like an easier choice when their mind is set that it is their karma or destiny they cannot alter no matter how hard they try. It is not limited to Indians per se by any means. I have seen it in other countries as well. 

There is a true story of an extraordinary man in China who married a woman he loved and moved to live in a very mountainous region where he built a shelter and grew corn and other crops for their sustenance. His wife had to go down to the valley every day and bring back heavy loads of water to climb up the steep slope that was very risky. So, he started to carve out of solid mountain side the steps to make it easier for his wife to go down or climb up using his primitive chisel and hammer day after day, month after month and year after year. 

His love and his determination were extraordinary that has made him a legend in China. He did not wait for the government to make roads into the mountains, so he took it upon himself to do what was needed. 

Such people write their own destiny. They are called courageous and determined people, but they are also willing to take great personal risk like Lawrence. This willingness to take great risk is not found in most people so they blame others for their conditions or call it their fate or destiny. 

A Hindu soldier called Mangal Pandey in India one day decided that enough was enough of the British colonialists who enslaved his country, so he shot dead a British officer. This incident started the revolution in 1857 that spread like wildfire all over the country that took many lives and was the first struggle for Independence in India. Thousands of British died in many parts of the country but eventually the struggle failed when loyal troops of the British Empire crushed the freedom fighters ruthlessly. Mangal Pandey was the first casualty of the revolution when the British hanged him, but it also ensured his place in the history as a hero. 

This victory allowed the British to rule for 90 more years until a new leader called Subhash Chandra Bose emerged and forced the British to leave India in 1947. Bose took great risk in taking on the British forces. His INA (Indian National Army) soldiers suffered hunger, lack of medical facilities and ammunition but they carried on the fight and sacrificed their lives. Thus, Bose wrote his own destiny to become the hero who brought independence to his country. 

To take a country by military force and kill the inhabitants of that country to take over their land in the name of Manifest destiny of the invaders is repugnant but a part of the history of the mankind. 

But when some people use their courage and steely determination to liberate people and bring them a better future, they are remembered as heroes who wrote their own destiny. Just look at the steely eyes of Lawrence and you will know what I mean. 


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Thursday, May 25, 2023

My legacy

 





Source: Google photo

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Normally I do not care to write about what legacy I would like to leave behind that people will appreciate because it draws focus on what I have achieved or what I failed to achieve in life. To tell everybody what I have achieved sounds like bragging, so it is against my way of life. But the WordPress made a prompt the other day and asked this question so in response I wrote the following paragraph that many people read and liked so I decided to make it a full blog.

I struggled through difficult times but never gave up. This struggle led to my successful life so do not give up just because you failed once or twice or people let you down in a big way. Some people saw me struggling and gave me a hand. Read my biography to know all the details. Aumolc

The word legacy means what example you may leave behind that others may take inspiration from to do good work that may benefit the next generation. It does not mean that you should leave behind a bad legacy like that of a tyrant and very corrupt person that other bad people may take inspiration from and become like you so when you write about legacy, it means good legacy.

Some people want to know what legacy you may leave behind that may inspire others to follow. It is a question that requires a thorough introspection. You should ask yourself if you have led an exemplary life after all the struggles and difficulties and learned your hard lessons that you applied in your life to overcome all the challenges. If yes, then that should be your legacy that others may someday learn from and be guided accordingly.

With the word legacy, one person who left a lasting legacy comes to my mind. He was no other than Terry Fox who gave his life to raise funds for cancer research that benefited millions of cancer patients. He was only 22 when he died but he left a golden legacy that acquired him the status of a national hero in Canada. There are numerous examples of such heroes who have left a lasting positive impression on the succeeding generations. (Please read here my blog on Terry Fox called Determination in this context.

We know that as individuals, we are insignificant in the greater scheme of life itself so to think that you are important and have something to contribute to the world to make it a better place, you only show your inflated ego that no one cares about. People have very short memories so no one will remember you as a person unless they somehow have benefitted from you in some way.

The graveyards are full of epitaphs that are broken and have fallen down covered with weeds that people just ignore although the person may have been great in life. They did not leave behind a biography, so no one knew about them and what they achieved in life.

But when a child took a vow of revenge in the garden of Jallianwala Bagh in Amritsar in 1919 where a cruel British officer called Dyer shot dead 1600 men, women and children who were peacefully protesting the British Raaj, that child kept his promise and went to England to fulfill his vow. He was hanged by the British, but his bones were brought back to India and were given a state funeral.

Dyer is relegated to the infamous dust bin of history for his crime but that child called Udham Singh became the national hero of India who gave his life to keep his promise. Now a life size statue of Udham Singh near the gate to the park in Amritsar will remind you how some people create a legacy that the whole country honors. (Please read my blog here called The day of infamy )

The history has a way to bury you by not mentioning you once in its pages unless you were a tyrant like Genghis Khan or a traitor. Good people are rarely mentioned so the history relegates them to the dustbin unless you have done something spectacular in a negative way. The life of an ordinary but educated person who lived all his life honestly is boring to the next generation, so they don’t care who you were and what were your accomplishment in life.

Even your own relatives will soon forget you because they cannot get any more gifts or money from you, so they take off your dated photos from the wall or their albums once you are gone and buried or turned to ashes. The next generation who did not know you personally totally ignore you or your contribution to their well-being. This is the story of the average human being unless you are a person with incredible determination to do something extraordinary like Udham Singh or Rampyari ( read my blog here called the Unsung heroine Rampyari )

Stephen Hawkings once said that we are like a grain of sand in a beach that is endless and the grain of sand that is you is washed away by the waves leaving no trace, so the analogy is quite powerful. It drives the point that we as individuals leave no trace once we are gone because the waves of time obliterate us as surely as the ocean wave that leaves no trace on the beach.

If you are a Christian or a Moslem, then people may bury you and put an epitaph of sorts with your name, but no one visits the grave that gets covered in weeds. If you were a Hindu, then your body is burned to ashes and the ashes are thrown into a river that eventually carries it to the ocean. Just a few years after the death of a person, people rarely talk about him, so his memory is erased from their collective memory.

So, to leave a positive legacy, you have to do something people will remember especially if they continue to benefit from your legacy. Some people make a small school for children or a rural hospital that later grows on its own and benefits thousands of people. Such legacies are fondly remembered. ( Read my blog called What will be your legacy here )

Others collect hundreds of cars that collect dust in a barn somewhere overgrown with weeds, so the collection of cars benefits no one except perhaps the ego of the collector. So, if you are thinking of leaving behind a positive legacy, do something that benefits others. A good person does not brag about what he has done for others and people may not remember him, but he cares that people benefit from his deeds. It is said that the best donor is the anonymous donor because he does not do good to inflate his ego or a person who raises money for cancer research before he dies like Terry Fox.

Some of us are born to leave a legacy. It may be a good legacy or a bad legacy. The choice is yours.

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