Friday, April 30, 2010

What am I Reading

Currently reading Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. So far so good. Half of a Yellow Sun received the 2007 Orange Prize for Fiction.

The New Yorker said this about the book when it was first published:

Based loosely on political events in nineteen-sixties Nigeria, this novel focusses on two wealthy Igbo sisters, Olanna and Kainene, who drift apart as the newly independent nation struggles to remain unified. Olanna falls for an imperious academic whose political convictions mask his personal weaknesses; meanwhile, Kainene becomes involved with a shy, studious British expat. After a series of massacres targeting the Igbo people, the carefully genteel world of the two couples disintegrates. Adichie indicts the outside world for its indifference and probes the arrogance and ignorance that perpetuated the conflict. Yet this is no polemic. The characters and landscape are vividly painted, and details are often used to heartbreaking effect: soldiers, waiting to be armed, clutch sticks carved into the shape of rifles; an Igbo mother, in flight from a massacre, carries her daughter's severed head, the hair lovingly braided.


I am also starting, but not wholly into, The Book of Negroes, by Lawrence Hill - brother of Dan Hill! What a bunch of over-achievers!


The Book of Negroes won the 2007 Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize and the 2008 Commonwealth Writers' Prize. It was the winning selection for CBC Radio's Canada Reads 2009.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Chaand Ke Saath


chaand ke saath kayi dard purane nikale
kitane gam the jo tere gam ke bahaane nikale

fasl-e-gul aayi phir ik baar asiran-e-wafa
apane hi kuun ke dariya mein nahaane nikale

dil ne ik int se taamir kiya taajamahal
tuune ik baat kahi laakh fasaane nikale

dasht-e-tanahaayi-e-hijraan mein khada sochata huun
haay kya log mera saath nibhaane nikale

...
JAGJIT SINGH

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Afghanistan: Exit Strategy Needed

Robert D. Kaplan, writing for The Atlantic this month, points out the one and only reason why the U.S. and Canada and all the rest should get the heck out of Afghanistan before it becomes hopelessly difficult to save face and avoid any more loss of life for the Canadian Forces. Italics are mine.

The story of Colonel Chris Kolenda, of Omaha, Nebraska, is instructive. Kolenda, a West Point graduate with the sharp-eyed, comforting manner of a family physician, commanded the 1st Squadron of the 91st Cavalry from May 2007 to July 2008 in northeastern Afghanistan, on the border with Pakistan. When Kolenda’s 800-soldier battalion arrived, armed violence was endemic. Coalition headquarters in Kabul blamed a Pakistan-based insurgency. “The conventional wisdom was wrong,” Kolenda told me. “Almost all of the insurgents were locals who fought for a whole variety of reasons: they were disgusted with ISAF, as well as the government in Kabul; their fathers had fought the Soviets and now the sons were fighting the new foreigners.”

Then there was the “psychodrama of interethnic and clan frictions,” abetted by the fractured mountainous landscape. The area was populated by Nuristanis, Kohistanis, and Pashtuns, all of whom harbored disdain for the Gujars, migrant farm workers from over the border, who, in their eyes, were “not real Afghans.” (So much for the argument that there is no Afghan national identity.) The Nuristanis, in turn, were divided into the Kata, Kom, Kushtowz, and Wai clans. The Kom were split into hostile and well-armed groups whose current divisions stemmed from the war against the Soviets in the 1980s, when some of the Kom backed the radical forces of Gulbuddin Hekmatyar, known as the HIG, or Hezb-i-Islami-Gulbuddin, and other Kom sub-clans were loyal to the moderate National Islamic Front of Afghanistan. The Kata, meanwhile, were generally loyal to the Lashkar-e-Taiba (“Army of the Righteous”), which carried out major attacks against India from bases in Pakistan. The Pashtuns themselves were divided in some cases, on account of blood feuds, into five elements.

Kolenda apologized to me for “getting down in the weeds,” but explained that until he’d learned who was who, and who was fighting whom, his battalion couldn’t make progress and escape the cycle of ferocious firefights that had characterized the first three months of its deployment. “People were often giving us tips about bad guys who weren’t really bad guys, but simply people from another faction with whom the tipster had a score to settle.”

Allow me to interpret: Afghanistan is not a banana republic; it is not a Haiti or a Panama where overwhelming force can be applied simplistically. It is politically fractious, geographically far and culturally alien to the West. Without the will, money and manpower for an extended, neo-colonial stay, the war is lost. Just as it was lost by Alexander the Great, the British, the Russians (who were next door to Afghanistan), and now the (other side of the world) U.S. led coalition.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Tarah and Mansoor

Cuties: Mansoor and Tarah at Rox's 50th Birthday Celebration.
(Click to see larger pic.)

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Seth's Red Converse Shoes

Seth proudly displaying his new shoes. We went to the SoftMoc warehouse and got a pair of converse high-tops for him. Also pictured is his BLACK hoodie as he wants to go "goth" on us....sheesh!

Friday, April 09, 2010

RePost: Names I Love

There have always been certain names that have always captured my imagination. Names that make me think, "Wow, that name has a certain ring to it."

Names like: Jhumpa Lahiri, Anjali Holstein, Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg, Koyalee Chanda (Emmy award winning director of Blue's Clues) Jurgen Goth and Jian Gomeshi.

I'm not quite sure why some names just stick with me like old friends. Does anyone else have these same associations with names of people that you know of, but don't really know?

And the best name of all? Why, Tarah (Star) Noor (Light) Paryani (Pari or fairy).

Friday, April 02, 2010

Thoughts From the Sixth Floor

The nurse's station is a seething mass of work complaints, professional armour against patients' requests and female politics.

Sunnybrook Hospital's standard of service delivery is miles ahead of Toronto East General's.

Why are the orderlies, on average, more pleasant than the nurses? Is this due to their lower professional status within the hospital or due to the general difference in gender between the two professions?

All the relatives on this floor seem to be swimming in their own ocean of worries.

There is the smell of death coming from the room across the hall...then again, it is Passover, right?

Why do the doctor always seem to be moving on before you have time to even formulate a question or two? They tell you things you have never heard before; they explain all the alternatives; but never let you wonder about which course would be the right one...almost as if the "right" decision will be made for you. You are ancillary.

There is a Swiss Chalet, a Tim Horton's, a cafereria and gift shops; there are TVs, beds and laundry facilities; doctors and pharmacies close at hand. Maids to make up the room and people to push you to the next department. Free, clean clothing for the asking. Pools, I'm sure, in the physio area and lots of rooms with nice views. Why would anyone want to leave this place?