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So I close this long reflection on what I hope is a not-too-quaveringly semi-Semitic note. When I am at home, I will only enter a synagogue for the bar or bat mitzvah of a friend's child, or in order to have a debate with the faithful. (When I was to be wed, I chose a rabbi named Robert Goldburg, an Einsteinian and a Shakespearean and a Spinozist, who had married Arthur Miller to Marilyn Monroe and had a copy of Marilyn’s conversion certificate. He conducted the ceremony in Victor and Annie Navasky's front room, with David Rieff and Steve Wasserman as my best of men.) I wanted to do something to acknowledge, and to knit up, the broken continuity between me and my German-Polish forebears. When I am traveling, I will stop at the shul if it is in a country where Jews are under threat, or dying out, or were once persecuted. This has taken me down queer and sad little side streets in Morocco and Tunisia and Eritrea and India, and in Damascus and Budapest and Prague and Istanbul, more than once to temples that have recently been desecrated by the new breed of racist Islamic gangster. (I have also had quite serious discussions, with Iraqi Kurdish friends, about the possibility of Jews genuinely returning in friendship to the places in northern Iraq from which they were once expelled.) I hate the idea that the dispossession of one people should be held hostage to the victimhood of another, as it is in the Middle East and as it was in Eastern Europe. But I find myself somehow assuming that Jewishness and 'normality' are in some profound way noncompatible. The most gracious thing said to me when I discovered my family secret was by Martin, who after a long evening of ironic reflection said quite simply: 'Hitch, I find that I am a little envious of you.' I choose to think that this proved, once again, his appreciation for the nuances of risk, uncertainty, ambivalence, and ambiguity. These happen to be the very things that 'security' and 'normality,' rather like the fantasy of salvation, cannot purchase.

We Gain, We Lose, We Aspire, We Become

Even after 72 years of partition, Pakistan is still dependent upon India for both its sadness (when India succeeds at something) and its happiness (when India fails at something). What sort of Independence is this, dear Pakistan?

Let you welcome each morning in your life with much admiration & joy regardless of your hesitations, confusions, uncertainties & vulnerabilities. Let you persistently shower your world with all your love & affections while improving your relationship with yourself. Let you work hard to grow & to overcome your challenges while remaining dedicated to remain healed, healthy, happy & unruffled. Let your extraordinariness survive under the hair-raising circumstances & makes you more remarkable, beautiful, astounding, unmistakable & heavenly with each such episode. Let you always be celebrated for being a saving grace & alchemist by your beloved ones & society at large. Stay Successful & Blessed!

Time spent in India has a extraordinary effect on one. It acts as a barrier that makes the rest of the world seem unreal.

But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear and merge into something else.

Flowers in your garden always turn in the direction of light because they instinctively recognize their source of energy, strength & renewal. Let you become the source of light, hope, faith, sincerity, inspiration & love in your world. Let you remind yourself that you are complete in all senses & that you have God gifted beauty, abilities & talents. Let you uncover these gifts, nurture & develop these further to improve yourself & your world. Let your reflection & energy has the potential to transform everything surrounding you in ways that enable them to function at a higher level & ultimately be of greater purpose. Let all your actions, reciprocation & interactions with others & yourself be filled with grace & ease today. Let your body, mind & soul sing together in harmony to make you more happy both inside & outside while ending all kind of pretence, deceit & hypocrisy in you. Let you find more joy, peace & blessings with each passing day. Stay Healthy, Playful & Successful!

Let you do not condemn anyone in your world especially who you were yesterday. Let you remind yourself that when you become better than before, everything else will also become better than before. Let your persistent efforts to find the light even in your darkest hour makes you greater & greater with each passing day. Let you also remind yourself once again that you are a magnificent & valuable person with plenty of God gifts inside of you & It is of no good if you sit on all of them as if you were a peacock resting on his feathers. Let you show your beautiful feathers & reflect your trueself. Let each of your thought, perspective, alignment, opinion, choice & decision propels you in the right direction. Let love, laughter, peace & success be always with you. Stay in Seventh Heaven Always!

Let you remind yourself that living a happy & peaceful life is not always a complex & insurmountable endeavor. All you need to do is to build up right understanding of yourself & the world around you, avoid self-judgments, self-abuse & regretting, continue communicating, working relentlessly & always keep being awesome whatever may be the situation. Let you remind yourself that you are whole, complete & connected with divine even when you feel like you are all on your own. Let you remind yourself of your immeasurable worth, light, beauty, power, fullness, soundness & your sagacity. Reclaiming & employing your god gifts, greatness & shine is your own responsibility. Let all your pain, heartache, confusion, apathy, or any other emotion that is not of love be transformed & you find your heart, mind & soul in harmony, complete in all sense, joyful & healed. Let you start radiating a calm & happy presence naturally. Let your state of pleasant feelings & good deeds make your world a better place. Stay Blessed & Successful!

From my low perch, I watch the world as it passes by on these dirty side streets. There are no westerners in this corner of the city. Just locals going about their business. Weighing out brightly colored spices, walking back from the fish market, stopping at the paan shop, socializing over tea. Old men in lungis and flip-flops walking hand in hand and dirty-faced children who are all bright smiles and wild eyes. I am comfortable here. Sitting on this board, in this tiny chai stall, hidden away from the recognizable world. For the moment, I have disappeared.

India teaches me again and again, that the categories into which I try to divide things don't hold up

I suddenly imagined the Buddha, staring at his naval, laughing. The truth is so simple, so free.

I decided to relax, because as usual absolutely nothing was under control.

Before enlightenment, cornflakes and coffee. After enlightenment, cornflakes and coffee.

We preach and practice brotherhood — not only of man but of all living beings — not on Sundays only but on all the days of the week. We believe in the law of universal justice — that our present condition is the result of our past actions and that we are not subjected to the freaks of an irresponsible governor, who is prosecutor and judge at the same time; we depend for our salvation on our own acts and deeds and not on the sacrificial death of an attorney.

Archie Henderson has won no awards, written no books and never played any representative sport. He was an under-11 tournament-winning tennis player as a boy, but left the game when he discovered rugby where he was one of the worst flyhalves he can remember. This did not prevent him from having opinions on most things in sport. His moment of glory came in 1970 when he predicted—correctly as it turned out—that Griquas would beat the Blue Bulls (then still the meekly named Noord-Transvaal) in the Currie Cup final. It is something for which he has never been forgiven by the powers-that-be at Loftus. Archie has played cricket in South Africa and India and gave the bowling term military medium a new and more pacifist interpretation. His greatest ambition was to score a century on Llandudno beach before the tide came in.

Me, and thousands of others in this country like me, are half-baked, because we were never allowed to complete our schooling. Open our skulls, look in with a penlight, and you'll find an odd museum of ideas: sentences of history or mathematics remembered from school textbooks (no boy remembers his schooling like the one who was taken out of school, let me assure you), sentences about politics read in a newspaper while waiting for someone to come to an office, triangles and pyramids seen on the torn pages of the old geometry textbooks which every tea shop in this country uses to wrap its snacks in, bits of All India Radio news bulletins, things that drop into your mind, like lizards from the ceiling, in the half hour before falling asleep--all these ideas, half formed and half digested and half correct, mix up with other half-cooked ideas in your head, and I guess these half-formed ideas bugger one another, and make more half-formed ideas, and this is what you act on and live with.

A job should be given to those who deserve it, not those who demand it.

In the West, people learn through the Socratic tradition. The education system was influenced by Western philosophy and is based on constantly questioning the knowledge that’s handed to you and arriving at the truth through that process of questioning. The Indian system took off from the Guru-Shishyha tradition in which your virtue as a student lay in taking tradition or parampara as it is given to you and passing it on to the next generation in the exact same way.

Uniform of a soldier and uniform of a student both are equally needed for the nation.